Song Qingpeng was also rolling on the ground at the same time, shouting for help.
"It's this black snake that's acting like a monster again."
Chu Chen rushed forward and kicked Song Qingpeng's butt hard several times.
Song Qingpeng screamed like a pig.
"Chu Chen, stop."
Song Muyang rushed over aggressively, followed by several bodyguards.
Song Muyang glanced at Song Qingpeng, who was screaming and wailing on the ground, and his eyes burst out with anger, "Hit me."
Several bodyguards rushed over... "Let's see who dares to move."
Song Yan shouted, "Chu Chen is the son-in-law of the Song family. Anyone who dares to touch him will get out of the Song family."
The faces of the bodyguards changed several times.
"I'm just a son-in-law who comes to visit me. I want to teach him a lesson. Is there any problem?"
Song Muyang looked fierce as he approached Chu Chen. If no one dared to take action, he would teach him a lesson himself.
"Second Master Song, don't get me wrong, I am saving him."
Chu Chen's expression was calm, "Brother Peng's butt was bitten by a snake. I stepped on it a few times and killed the snake. Otherwise, who knows whether this little black snake will get in... What will happen?
, it’s unimaginable.”
Song Muyang's expression instantly darkened.
"ah!"
Song Qingpeng was about to faint from the pain, and the severe pain in his heart was a little unbearable. "Let the second brother come and save me."
Chu Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.
He seems to know the owner of the Black Witch Spirit Snake.
Song Muyang strode up and saw the dead black snake on the ground. His face changed, and he immediately hugged Song Qingpeng and left.
"Honey, I'm just telling you, he will get his retribution."
Chu Chen said with a smile.
Song Yan took a look and said, "It's strange why the second uncle still went home."
"Maybe Second Master Song has some ancestral elixir that can suppress snake venom."
Chu Chen casually opened the video he recorded and took a look.
Song Yan had gradually become accustomed to half-believing Chu Chen's words.
Villa opposite Song Lake, lobby on the first floor.
Song Qingpeng's screams did not stop. Song Qinghe walked down the stairs and walked quickly to Song Qingpeng, his face changed color, "Where were you bitten by the spirit snake?"
Ever since the black witch spirit snake bit Ye Shaohuang, Song Qinghe had completely lost contact with the spirit snake.
"Right by the lake."
Song Qingpeng's voice was trembling, and his lips were bitten with blood, "Second brother, please help me detoxify the snake venom."
Song Qinghe's own spiritual snake is naturally easy to detoxify.
After the snake venom was removed, Song Qingpeng breathed a long sigh of relief and slumped down on the sofa.
That kind of heart-piercing sting was simply worse than death. No wonder even Ye Shaohuang couldn't bear it and rolled all over the floor.
“Where is the spirit snake?
Take me there."
Song Qinghe was a little anxious. It was not easy to cultivate a black witch spirit snake. He only had one black witch spirit snake in his hand, which was his beloved one.
Song Qingpeng's expression flashed with fierceness and anger, "I was trampled to death by Chu Chen. Second brother, look at the back of my butt. There are still bloodstains from the spirit snake."
Song Qinghe's fist suddenly clenched tightly, anger surged, "Chu Chen, how dare you kill my spirit snake."
"It's very simple to deal with Chu Chen."
Song Muyang didn't take it to heart and said instead, "As long as Qingpeng is fine now, I have good news for you. Your eldest brother has successfully won the heart of the second young lady of the Huang family. The man of the Huang family will see you this morning.
Big brother."
"Very good."
Song Qingpeng even forgot about the pain in his butt wound and jumped up suddenly, extremely excited, "Next time you see the second young lady of the Huang family, you can call me sister-in-law."
"Song Xieyang's family is obsessed with trying to get into the Ye family. I'm afraid they never dreamed that we would soon be married to the most wealthy family in Chan City."
Song Muyang was obviously in a good mood today. He just walked over just to mention this happy event in front of the old man. Unexpectedly, he met Song Qingpeng who was bitten by a snake.
The Huang family in Chancheng has the reputation of "the most wealthy family" and has been prosperous for hundreds of years.
In recent years, the Huang family has become even more cheating and has developed more rapidly. There is even a saying that wherever there are people in Chan City, there will be Huang family properties.
Huang Jianghong, the old man of the Huang family, stomped his feet and the aftershocks could affect the people in Yangcheng nearby.
Wearing white practice robes, in the study, two servants of the Huang family opened a picture with the words... "Unsightly."
Huang Jianghong sighed and waved his hands, his eyes showing disappointment.
He gathered young people in front of the whole city, and wanted to take this opportunity to appreciate the calligraphy and ink of various schools in the city.
However, the results were not satisfactory.
"The words are like the person they are."
Huang Jianghong shook his head.
At the door of the study, a young man in black clothes, with eyebrows like swords and eyes like cold stars, strode in with his head held high, "Grandpa."
Huang Jianghong waved, "Yuhai, you're here just in time. Let's read these words with grandpa."
The young man is Huang Yuhai.
Among the many young descendants of the Huang family, Huang Yuhai is not the most outstanding. However, a few years ago, Huang Yuhai was favored by an expert and joined the mysterious sect, which greatly improved Huang Yuhai's status in the Huang family.
"Before I came back, I heard that grandpa held a gathering of young people in the city.
"Huang Yuhai said, "In the past few years, under the careful guidance of Master, my calligraphy skills have also been greatly improved. I specially wrote a piece of calligraphy for Grandpa to appreciate."
"open to take a look."
Huang Jianghong's eyes lit up. He was accomplished in both civil and military arts throughout his life, and was particularly obsessed with kung fu and pen ink.
Huang Yuhai now clearly possesses these two qualities.
Huang Yuhai was full of confidence and asked two servants to open the calligraphy.
He is confident.
This calligraphy was given to him by his elders before he returned home.
You can definitely be selected as 'Qing' and shine at the climax of the ceremony.
"Good words."
As expected, Huang Jianghong was full of admiration, and looked at Huang Yuhai with a little more appreciation, "Yuhai, I really didn't expect that your calligraphy attainments have reached this level. Not many young people in Chancheng can write essays on martial arts."
I can stand shoulder to shoulder with you."
Huang Yuhai was secretly happy in his heart, and his face looked extremely humble, "Yuhai is still far away."
Huang Jianghong laughed loudly, full of pride, "I, a descendant of the Huang family, don't have to be so humble. Come and take a look. The words sent to me in the past two days are simply unsightly compared to you."
As he spoke, Huang Jianghong picked up a piece of writing and asked his servants to open it.
"Look, the words written by these people are just random graffiti."
Huang Jianghong glanced at him, his words stopped abruptly, and he was stunned for a moment.
Huang Yuhai looked over, his mind was shocked, and he lost his composure, "Huangtu Hegemony is chatting and laughing, and it's a drunken life."
The study suddenly became silent.
moment.
Huang Jianghong took a few steps forward and read word by word. The sky was full, his eyes were shining, and he was extremely excited, "Okay! Good! Great!"
Staring at the words with intense eyes.
He faced the whole city to gather the young people, and what he wanted to find was this kind of calligraphy.
This line of text completely interprets the feeling he wants to show vividly.
Now Huang Jianghong felt that except for this painting, everything else was just graffiti, including the one Huang Yuhai took out, which was far from comparable.
Huang Yuhai had the urge to vomit blood. He was happy for only a second before he was hit head-on.
He kept taking deep breaths, his expression changed, and he became gloomy and uncertain. His eyes fell on the bottom of the picture inadvertently, "Song Family, Chu Chen."