Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Shang Heyin, who had been woken up a long time ago and had been hiding in the shadows on the second floor, was secretly anxious, frowned, and just wanted to get up and go downstairs to mediate.

I heard the group of purple rice dumplings downstairs spit out two words slowly: "Weak scum."

"..." Shang Heyin sat down reassuringly, wrapped up his pajamas tightly, and continued to nest in the shadows, propping his chin to watch the excitement.

Breaking through Ziyan with one arm of Yuyan, he raised his middle finger and gestured in the direction of the old man's nostrils: "On your level, you still dare to be my own in front of me? Weak scum, good-for-nothing!"

The purple miasma fluctuated from big to small, making a crackling sound of "Zrazla", but within a few seconds, it couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the ground with a snap of Cong Youyan's fingers, turning into water vapor, spread out on the ground.

"There is an extremely lack of aura in this world, only human skin is constantly expanding, and no one is not weak." Cong Youyan looked around the hall proudly, as if he was no one but me. When his eyes drifted to the second floor, he was Meet those amber pupils.

No, I was surrounded by my daughter-in-law~ Cong Youyan felt a little guilty, blinked hurriedly, and grinned into Amber's eyes.

This idiot~ Shang Heyin blushed and quietly looked away.

The purple smoke poisonous miasma, which is the killer's trump card, was destroyed with one move... At this moment, Mr. Qi's heart was shattered, his self-confidence was shattered, and he took a few steps back in a daze, sitting on the sofa, constantly introspecting.

Seeing from Yuyan that old Qi's shoulders were drooping, and he was extremely mourned, he couldn't bear it, so he decided to sing a few poems to encourage and encourage the old man, and help him build up his self-confidence.

He stepped forward and slapped Qi Lao on the shoulder: "There are roads in the mountains of books, and hard work is the way to learn. Although you are no longer young, as long as you have dreams in your heart, you can still be reborn."

Such nonsensical poems, if they were done in the past, Mr. Qi would definitely slap him in the face, and now his skills are not as good as others, so it is not easy to show his qualifications and pretend to be hypocritical.Holding back his sadness, he raised his head and asked, "Why do I feel so weak?"

Cong Youyan said in relief: "Yes, although you are still a weak scum in essence, compared to others, you are indeed a little bit better."

Old Qi: "..."

It's no different than pointing your nose and swearing.

Old Qi was even more depressed.

Cong Youyan scratched his head: "Since you are half of my classmate, it's fine if you come to find fault with me."

Elder Qi rolled his eyes and got up: "I only have one question, how did you poison Mr. Xiong? If it weren't for the similar cases recorded in my family's fragments, my eyes would be darkened, and I would not be able to do anything."

"Do you have a broken scroll at home? What's written on it? Can you show it to me?"

Shang Heyin, who had been sitting on the second floor listening, shouted: "Xiao Cong! No."

Mr. Qi pretended that he had just noticed someone, nodded his head upstairs, and said with a smile: "I'm exchanging skills with my little friend, please excuse me."

Shang Heyin's tone was respectful, and he walked downstairs slowly: "Old Qi came to the humble house in person! My honor."

Cong Youyan suddenly became unhappy, "Yin'er, you have never talked to me like this."

Shang Heyin passed by Cong Youyan's side, and whispered: "Don't mess around, that fragmented scroll is the treasure of the Qi family, how can you take it out for outsiders to read at will."

Cong Youyan listened to his wife's persuasion, blinked, and smiled: "Is a broken scroll a treasure? Oh oh oh, I was still thinking, if there are mistakes in it, I can help them correct it. That's it , Forget it, I don’t care too much about looking at those torn papers.”

Shang Heyin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if he really messed around with Cong Youyan's temperament, he might be blackmailed by someone with a heart.

Elder Qi, who hadn't been able to get in his mouth all this time: "..." Looking sideways at the Qiaoxiaoqianxi, the calm and breezy Shang Heyin thought to himself: Isn't the young master of the Shang family a sick actor? Why did he get involved with this freak? Together?Now it is difficult to think of this weird freak of unknown origin and me to study books.

"Xiao Cong, who is lying in the hall? It's a big lump." Shang Heyin asked knowingly.

Cong Youyan rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "It's the scout and agent of Lanxi Company."

That group of black shadows were bound by something, and they were struggling all the time. At this moment, they managed to raise their faces, facing Qi Lao, panting ho-ho-ho, and made noises that didn't make sense.

Old Qi sat on the sofa, lowered his eyes coldly: "I can only temporarily control your condition, and I can't do anything else."

Jumping over from Yuyan, turned the black shadow over, looked at his face, checked his eyes, and praised Mr. Qi solemnly: "I can't see it, Mr. Qi, you have two brushes, and you let him live longer!" How many hours."

Old Qi was so angry that he almost spat out a liter of blood, hummed a few times, and turned his face away: "Since you have grievances, I will not get involved, and leave!"

The old man came and left as soon as he said, flicking his sleeves without taking a cloud, as if he didn't want to take away the burden at all.

Put oil on the soles of your feet, and slip fast!

There was a heavy closing sound from the entrance, and the smell of rosemary in the living room disappeared.

The black and fat figure showed a pale face under the light, and Xiong Da's extremely dehydrated lips were chapped and skinned, and the flesh was deeply visible.

Xiong Da rolled and squirmed on the ground, moved to Cong Youyan's feet, and kept making pleading gestures.

Cong Youyan squatted down with great interest, looked at the fat black lump on the ground, and said with a smile: "The first time I saw you, I knew you were not a good person; when I saw you again, it was indeed the case, you are quite courageous. Dare to set me up? Do you think I'm a good-for-nothing with no strength?"

Xiong Dagan howled a few times, rolled around, swallowed, and the whites of his eyes gradually turned yellow and discolored.

Cong Yuyan just got up, dug up the fat bug that had already been sleeping soundly in the sand table, shook it, woke the bug up, held it under Xiong Da's nose, and shook it.

Under the dim light, the fat little worm rubbed its fangs with open teeth and claws, and slowly climbed onto the human-shaped fertilizer.

The whites of Xiong Da's cloudy eyes smelled like dead fish, his facial muscles were trembling crazily, his hands were like chicken feet, scratching the floor, and he struggled to spit out a dozen words: "Help me! Your... secret, I know!"

Just a short sentence used up all his saliva.After finishing speaking, Xiong Da began to eat the remaining ice flowers on the floor again, the more he thought about tian, the thirstier he became, and the thirstier he became, the more he wanted tian.

Xiong Da's fat body was squeezed out from every pore under the watchful eyes of the public, drop by drop, each with a khaki color, and with the force of gravity, it slid down the ground and turned into greasy frost flowers again.

Cong Youyan is not a person who loves fragrance and cherishes jade, and doesn't care about the mood of the poisoned person after winning the bid. It was only when he heard the sentence "I know your secret" that his brows relaxed slightly.

With a flick of his index finger, the little bug obediently got into Xiong Da's nasal cavity.

Xiong Da's small eyes stared round, his legs twitched, his cheeks tilted, foaming at the mouth, and he passed out.

Shang Heyin couldn't help but say: "Anyway, wait until he finishes speaking before doing anything!"

Cong Youyan snorted and said: "How can I have the leisure to wait for him to chew his tongue, until I want my baby worm to live in it, no matter who he is, he will be obedient."

Shang Heyin: "..." What did I hear?It seems to be something extraordinary... Will this man who treats human life like a joke treat himself sincerely?

After pondering for a moment, Shang Heyin asked softly: "What do you like about me? What do you like about me?"

"You are so good-looking, you happened to hit my heart!" Cong Yuyan looked at Shang Heyin as a matter of course, "The first time I saw you, I knew you were the person I was looking for, and you would definitely marry Give me."

Just because of looks?So you don't care what's inside me?After Shang Heyin was sure that this idiot's head was stuffed with straw and holy oil, he suddenly felt relieved.He laughed, squinted his eyes, and said with a little evil spirit, "Marry you? Why didn't you say marry me?"

Cong Youyan looked at his daughter-in-law puzzled, and said worriedly: "Yin'er, why are you swollen? You suddenly smiled strangely. I was greedy for your beauty at first. The key is, between people, you have to give A chance to get in touch?"

Shang Heyin gritted his teeth and remained silent, waiting for his next words.

Cong Youyan took his wife's hand silently, "Yin'er, the key is that you don't look down on me at all, and treat my talent like dirt, which forces me to work hard to make money and show my talent to you."

Shang Heyin continued to grit his teeth: "Is that still mine? Where is your talent fermented? Why didn't I find it?"

Cong Youyan touched his daughter-in-law's white hand with emotion: "It's just that you don't know each other if you don't fight. If I didn't stalk you and stare at you, how would you know my ability?"

"Your skill is stalking?"

"No! No! My ability to eat is to cultivate both medicine and poison, and my specialty is to find you and make you agree to be my wife."

Cong Youyan stared at his daughter-in-law with starry eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "I like you, and you are the only one!"

Shang Heyin's complexion turned from white to red, and then from red to white again, and his heart rhythm eased somehow: ...I'm really full, and I'm really angry with a brain-dead with a negative EQ.I really, the more I live, the more I go back!

With a snort, Shang Heyin shook off Cong Youyan's thieves' claws, turned and went upstairs.

Seeing his daughter-in-law rolling her eyes, Cong Youyan hurriedly stuck to her, following her steps like a shadow, "Yin'er, are you not angry?"

Shang Heyin laughed: "Which of your eyes can see that I am angry?"

Look at it, look at it, it's written in the love book, the daughter-in-law's awkward attitude makes her angry.At this time, men must take the initiative to admit their mistakes, whether it is their own fault or not, they must have the courage to admit that it is their own fault.

Cong Youyan hugged his daughter-in-law's cuff, and blinked softly: "Yin'er, I was wrong, please forgive me."

Once the scene of how to pick up girls is played in the video, Cong Youyan is taking notes and imitating it carefully.

At this moment, he imitated the bloody plot on TV, adjusted his facial features with the modal particles, squeezed and squeezed, and acted coquettishly very hard, which looked quite ridiculous.

Shang Heyin was driven almost crazy by this idiot, he stopped helplessly, and rubbed the hair on Cong Youyan's top: "I'm not angry anymore. You finish the things downstairs, go to rest early, and talk to you tomorrow I'm in a variety show."

Cong Youyan was so happy that he jumped three feet high, holding his daughter-in-law's chin, putting a mark on the incense, and said: "Anyway, we all came upstairs, why don't we sleep together."