Su Mingkang got up very early and rode the village tractor to the town.
When his son Suning got older and had a "girlfriend", he and his old mother spent several days planning to renovate the family house.
At least a room must be prepared for Lingxi, or Suning's room should be enlarged to avoid inconvenience for the young couple to come back in the future.
Of course, he still had selfish motives and wanted to use this renovation to free up a small bedroom for his daughter Su Tongyuan.
Pink bed, pink curtains, Su Mingkang smiled from ear to ear when he thought of his daughter's request on the phone.
After all, she is his biological daughter. Even if she is taken away by that woman, she still bears the surname Su and is a member of the old Su family.
No matter how much he complained or how disgusted he felt, he could never blame Su Tongyuan.
As a father, he only felt guilty towards Su Tongyuan.
There is no place to express the pain that has been buried in my heart for twelve years.
He first had a bowl of beef noodles in town and went to a decoration store to inquire about the price of materials.
Immediately afterwards, he went to the furniture market again.
I selected the size and color and paid the deposit.
But just as he was walking through the narrow alleys in the market, a group of young men in suits and ties walked towards him.
"Your son's name is Suning?" the leading man asked expressionlessly.
Before Su Mingkang could answer, a sack was inserted from behind.
He was hit with a stick on the neck and fell unconscious on the spot.
Not far away, three Kunlun disciples who were responsible for protecting Su Mingkang fell to the ground, bleeding from their seven holes, and they died with their eyes open.
In a speeding black off-road vehicle, an old Taoist traitor in a green robe was yawning and half asleep.
"Master, you are so powerful. Those three guys are masters of the sixth level of martial arts, but they are so vulnerable in front of you." The dark-skinned boy said with admiration on his face: "Teach me, I want to be like you.
sharp."
Jiang Yuezhong began to snore gradually, and his chest heaved.
The young man's face changed instantly and he sneered: "Old man, if you keep pretending to sleep, I will pull out all your beard."
"Ahem..." Jiang Yuezhong, who was sleeping, covered his chin very quickly and said with wide eyes: "There is no disciple like you in the world. The following offense is really treasonous."
"Tch, do I care about being your apprentice?" The young man said with disdain: "It was you who begged me to become your disciple, you figured it out."
Jiang Yuezhong said with a serious face: "No matter what, I am your master. Once a master, he will always be a father. You must be as respectful to me as you are to your father."
"boom."
He received a slap on the head, and the old man grimaced in pain.
The young man twisted his right hand and said angrily: "I usually do this to my father."
"Naughty son, evil son." Jiang Yuezhong looked like he hated iron and said with a trembling index finger: "I'm warning you, in the future you can only beat me in private. You must give me face in front of outsiders and be obedient.
Obedient and obedient."
"I'm listening to you." The young man turned his palm into a fist and raised his hand,
Jiang Yuezhong said angrily: "If you hit someone, don't slap them in the face, Qi Yan, this is the agreement between us."
"Then do you want to teach or not?" the young man named Qi Yan said proudly.
Jiang Yuezhong wiped his face and admitted defeat: "Teacher, you are my only disciple. I wish I could praise you like a moon and give you all my skills, how can I keep them secretly?"
Qi Yan approached the old Taoist priest with a smile, rubbed his shoulders and legs and said, "Look, how can you get beaten if you are like this?"
Jiang Yuezhong said with great resentment: "Be gentle, my eyes are swollen from your beating."
