The dean smiled, "Children, are you giving yourself an excuse? Because you want to have fun, you don't care about the lives of others, which is not good."

The little monster didn't speak, and narrowed his slender eyes, wondering what he was thinking about. The old man stared at its small pointed face, feeling it was thinking about a bad idea again.

After a long time, the little monster coughed and coughed, "Dean, we were enemies before, but now, I want to help you."

"help me?"

The dean was shocked to hear from ear to ear. In fact, not only the dean, but even the old man was taken aback. The little monster who had tossed the dean for a while actually said to help the dean. Isn’t this a weasel giving a rooster a New Year’s greeting? ? Obviously uneasy.

The old man saw the dean leaning over stupidly and immediately grabbed him, "Hey, I said dean, don’t heal the scar, forget the pain, how did you forget it hurt you before? It’s almost Kill you."

The old man's reminder made the dean more vigilant, "I said kid, how are you going to help me?"

"Aren't you trying to rescue Xiaoli?"

"Yes."

"I can help you."

"really?"

Hearing the word Xiaoli, the dean's psychological defense completely collapsed, and he was crying like a child, covering his face.

"of course it's true."

The little monster patted his chest quickly, "Isn't that just saving Xiaoli? Put it on me."

The kind dean was moved at once, "My kid, you are so kind."

The little monster hit the iron while it was hot, "Then when shall we go?"

"Of course the sooner the better."

"Okay, let's go now."

"Let's go."

The little monster promised to be more agile than the dean, swish, jumped to the gate, waved to the dean, "Go."

The dean agreed with a smile, and was about to take a stride to catch up, but was caught by the old man.

"Huh? Why are you holding me? Let go."

The dean was caught by the old man, unable to move half a step, and became angry.

The old man didn't let go, but coughed and said calmly, "Dean, you can't go with him."

The dean said sharply, "It can help me rescue Xiaoli, do you understand?"

The old man sneered, "Dean, have you lost your memory again? It was the same person who harmed you before."

"But this time, it intends to help me."

"Will it help you? In my impression, this gadget that is full of bad water doesn't seem to have helped anyone other than harming others. Moreover, it almost killed you before. Why is it helping you now? Have you thought about it?"

The dean turned his head and looked at the little monster standing at the door, his eyes became confused again.

"Little friend, seriously, why are you helping me?"

The little monster smiled, "There is no reason, it's just a moment of happiness."

The old man grabbed the dean's hand and shook it vigorously, "Don't believe it, it's lying to you, that gadget is a liar, it doesn't have a single truth in its mouth."

The little monster smiled, "Come on, I rarely help people, and occasionally send kindness. I hope you seize this opportunity quickly, otherwise I will change my mind soon. Come on!" After speaking, he waved to the dean again .

The dean became anxious and yelled at the old man, "Let go of me, I have to leave here quickly, understand?"

The old man shouted, "Dean, are you crazy? It's lying to you."

"Let go!"

"No! I will never let you go with it."

Facing the dean's roar, the old man was unmoved at all. Seeing that the old man was not letting go, the dean was anxious, grabbed the fire extinguisher by the wall and smashed it at the old man's hand. The old man couldn't avoid it and was smashed. Because the dean happened to be the old man holding his hand, the old man screamed with pain and let go. The dean finally got rid of the restraint, immediately threw the fire extinguisher, and ran towards the gate.

The old headache grinned straight, clutching his injured hand, and groaning for a long time.

Over there, the dean had already joined the little monster at the door. The two stood at the door, looking at the old man triumphantly.

The little monster smiled, "Old stuff, aren't you asking for trouble?"

The old man sighed, "Dean, I want to say what is good about you, kindly persuade you, you still beat me, it seems that you are up to the task. I will persuade you to be useless."

The little monster smiled, "What are you talking nonsense? I didn't lie to him, I really intend to help him."

The old man smiled bitterly, "My child, it’s better to be honest. Tonight, from the first time I saw you, you haven’t said a few truths. The things you said, the things your father was murdered, are all Did you make it yourself? It's not a good habit to learn to lie at a young age."

The little monster sneered, "It's all true about my father's murder. I didn't tell a lie."

The dean was shocked to close his mouth from ear to ear, "Little friend, isn't your father that ugly monster Azan? Didn't he live well? Why do you say he was murdered?"

The little monster choked. It wanted to say that Azan was not his biological father, and was worried that the dean would confess to it, so it froze there, not knowing how to answer. Indeed, with the incredible parasitic relationship between its father and Azan, speaking out would only be detrimental to oneself. It is better not to say it, so that they will misunderstand and make them think Azan is their father. Anyway, there is a DNA report, and I am not afraid that Azan will not admit it. There must be someone to carry the pot of all events, and this man who carries the pot can only be poor Azan. However, thinking about Azan's cruel method of cruelty to his father, the little monster gritted his teeth with hatred. In any case, from the little monster's point of view, Azan deserved it and made himself suffer. If it did not harm his father, it would not end up like this.

When the old man saw that the little monster stopped talking, he immediately angered, "Look at this kid, he was exposed in a blink of an eye when he said he didn't lie. You told us that your father was murdered, and the dean said that your father was still alive. Good. Is it interesting for you to lie like this?"

The dean frowned, "I just came over from the ward, and Azan was lying on the bed to sleep, nothing happened."

The little monster coughed and coughed, "About my father, I will explain to you in the future. Now, the dean will go to save Xiaoli with me, let's go." After speaking, he turned around and left.

The dean nodded, Xin Xinran, and followed.

The old man chased it out and shouted, "Hey, Dean, you can't go with this little liar, this gadget is full of lies. It's no good to go with it and specify."

At this time, the dean wanted to rescue Xiaoli quickly, but he didn’t want to listen to the old man’s advice, so he said impatiently, "Old thing, your hands don’t hurt anymore? If you dare to chase me, beware of me. Hit you again." After speaking, he made a gesture of smashing down hard.

The old man smiled bitterly, "It seems that I can't save you. Do whatever you want, and good luck."