"Wang Fugui! Wang Fugui! Wang Fugui!"

"Master Ximen, stop shouting. Master Fugui is writing poetry and painting in the pavilion."

A silver-haired old man wearing a black shirt walked out from a distance with a smile.

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Ximen Qing's face.

He hit the paper fan with a wave of his hand, half-covering his face, revealing the four Chinese characters "Beautiful as a Picturesque" written in dog-like style.

He knew the old man walking slowly this way.

Wang Fugui’s strongest daddy.

The kind that I brought up from childhood.

The peak powerhouse at the early seventh level.

His cultivation shattered the ground and shattered the sky.

He, Ximen Qing, had been lucky enough to see Uncle Liu take action.

There is no use for animal pets, only fists and kicks are needed.

In less than a minute, two powerful men from the seventh-level extraterrestrial continent were brutally killed.

The battle was so violent that the clouds in the sky were blown to pieces and could not be put back together for a long time.

Wang Fugui's father, Uncle Liu, was even dubbed the Skull-Crushing Demon by strong men from outside the country.

When he was "fighting" on the border outside the Great Wall, he left a deep impression on his young self.

Except for the eunuch who is crazy about picking birds.

He was also afraid of this old man in black.

Well, the psychological shadow of childhood.

The headless corpses of those two foreign warriors still hang on the border outside the Great Wall.

It has long since turned into dried fish.

…

"Hello Uncle Liu, I wish Liu Bo may live longer than Nanshan and be as blessed as the East Sea!"

Ximen Qing bowed very sensibly and flattered him a little.

This is a world where martial arts is respected, and those who are strong should be respected.

"Third level?"

Uncle Liu stopped with his hands behind his back, a pair of eagle eyes flashing brightly.

"The breakthrough was a lucky one. It must be because Uncle Liu always talks about the boy."

Nodding, Uncle Liu automatically filtered out the flattery, and the surprise in his eagle eyes became more intense.

I know very well what kind of trauma this little devil suffered in the battle.

Liu Xu, the head of the Liu family, one of the four major families, shook his head when he saw it.

The atrophied meridians are as thin as the tip of a needle. A normal person is like a chopstick, but he is like a silver needle.

Worse than a cripple, even if his meridians were shattered and regenerated, they would still be so slender.

After the battle.

Countless talents have fallen, but this love kid is lucky.

"Let's go, I will take you to see the rich young master."

The nostalgia in his eyes disappeared, and Uncle Liu slowly walked forward with his hands behind his back.

Taking the dog egg chain from Fan Tong's hand, Ximen Qing greeted him and quickly followed.

Along the way.

He is enviable beyond compare!

A beautiful maid! Not the water-bucket grandma or aunt like me!

He stared deeply at Uncle Liu who was leading the way. After all, he doted on Brother Fugui too much.

I heard that at that time, the head of the Wang family planned to imitate his father and arrange for a few heavyweight yellow flower aunties.

As a result, Uncle Liu was forced to persuade him to quit by himself! This shows the depth of his doting.

After walking for a long time, I finally saw the lotus pond pavilion that Uncle Liu mentioned.

Instructing Fan Tong to wait outside.

Ximen rationally adjusted his expensive white shirt, held up a paper fan and walked towards the figure in front of him.

In the pavilion.

A man wearing a gorgeous blue satin robe with gold trim is painting on the table.

There were several beautiful maids with their heads lowered next to them.

Quietly, he walked forward and tapped the paper fan on his shoulder quickly and fiercely.

The startled man quickly turned his head to look.

"You Wang Fugui! How dare you draw my sister! You dressed like a beast!"

"I treat you as a brother, but you want to be my brother-in-law!"

Inadvertently leaving the portrait on the table, Ximen Yu instantly became angry!

The figure painted on the table is half-naked in thin clothes, tightly closing her snow-white jade legs, turning her head and looking shyly at the elegant girl with the red candle beside the bed.

Isn’t it her own sister Ximen Yu?

"Ahem!"

"Brother Ximen, listen to my explanation."

"This pass is a bird's nest, in the river island, a beautiful lady, I long for it."

"Is there anything wrong? That's right!"

"I'm talking about, Sister Yu is so beautiful! What man doesn't have ideas and is moved by her!"

Shrinking his neck, Wang Fugui's handsome face was straight, and he looked at Ximen Qing righteously.

"You're reasonable enough to ride a horse!"

"Calm down, calm down. I, Wang Fugui, paid for the trip to Yixiang Tower today!"

"Okay, but I want to take away this painting!"

Ximen Qing quickly rolled up the drawing paper and threw it into the ring amidst Wang Fugui's regretful voice.

"It doesn't matter if you accept it. My painting skills are much better now. Give me a quarter of an hour."

"I can draw exactly the same thing again! Give me a few days and I can draw the plot!"

Wang Fugui muttered, not noticing Ximen Qing's increasingly dark complexion.

"You, Wang Fugui, are so ambitious! You want to draw a comic strip of my sister!"

"Believe it or not, I will use the Lianyin Stone to inform Sister Yu who is heading to the academy right now. You will definitely not get the good news!"

Ximen Qing angrily took out a colored stone from the ring and activated it with spiritual power without saying a word.

"Don't, don't, don't! Calm down, I'm just a tough talker. I want to eat swan meat, and I'm delusional."

Quickly stop Ximen Qing.

Wang Fugui pressed him down by the table and winked at the beautiful maid next to him.

The other party understood, and walked slowly behind Ximen Qing, stretching out his jade hands to squeeze his shoulders.

Feel the soft massage of the slender hands behind you.

Ximen Qing's anger gradually dissipated, he threw away the paper fan and glared at Wang Fugui fiercely.

A pair of big hands dishonestly touched the long, snow-white legs of the maid behind her.

"well!"

"The moonlight and snow are just the foil colors for Sister Yu. She is the orange that fills the sunset and the bright stars in the sky."

"Seriously."

"Brother Ximen, wouldn't it be better if I become your brother-in-law?"

After pouring a cup of warm tea and pushing it in front of Ximen Qing, Wang Fugui looked at him quietly.

"Forget it, my sister likes strong people."

"What about you? You're a dressed-up beast who can only draw obscene poems!"

"Also, can you cook?"
To be continued...