The first thousand two hundred and eighty-four chapters of the ancestors exit (1)
In the eyes of Mr. Xue, the living jade branch is not only priceless, it also represents a legend passed down from ancient times by jade carving craftsmen. This treasure is real and has a more special meaning to the old man.
Xu Qing didn't want to see the father and son staring at each other over such a meaningless thing, so he quickly smiled and came forward to smooth things over: "Teacher, Brother Xue is not familiar with this business. It's no wonder he doesn't know. If it weren't for you
I am very knowledgeable and can tell the origin of this treasure at a glance. I'm afraid even I don't know what it is now. How about I carry you out?"
When Mr. Xue heard his good disciple said that he wanted to carry him out, the fire in his heart immediately turned into smoke and dispersed. He glared at him with feigned anger and said: "You are the only one who knows how to please and be a good boy. Come here and help me walk."
That’s fine.”
Xu Qing quickly reached out and grabbed the big backpack and stuffed the living jade branches into it. He put the bag on his back and came over to hold the teacher's arm. He said with a smile: "If you feel uncomfortable and want to lift your arms and legs, just say something and I will do it."
Just do it."
Mr. Xue laughed and scolded: "You are such a smart little monkey, let's go!" Xu Qing responded in a deliberately exaggerated way. He helped the teacher walk out the door with a smile, and the way he stretched his head and stuck his butt made Xue Guoqiang behind him
He couldn't help but laugh, shook his head, smiled and followed out...
In the lobby of a large private manor villa far away on the shores of Lake Baiga in Siberia, a man with a bandage on his head and face sat blankly on an oak sofa next to the fireplace. At his feet lay a big black cat, which moved with his body from time to time.
Rubbing the man's instep, red charcoal fire was burning in the fireplace, and the incompletely burned wood gave off a faint aroma. It turned out to be fine sandalwood. Using this precious wood as firewood clearly shows the quality of this family.
The owner's identity is either rich or noble.
The man with his face bandaged grabbed the wine bottle next to him and took a sip of the strong vodka. The spicy liquid flowed from his mouth into his throat and turned into a fire that burned in his chest, burning the man's eyes red.
As if he was used to the smell of strong alcohol, the black cat at his feet raised its head and meowed twice.
"Get out!" The man suddenly yelled and kicked the black cat away. The poor animal turned two somersaults in the air and hit the oak wine cabinet opposite with a thud. There were two bottles of wine on the partition.
It fell with a bang and shattered on the floor. The scarlet liquid flowed all over the floor, like a pool of blood.
Dong dong dong——
A rush of footsteps came from the wooden stairs on one side, and a serious-faced middle-aged man came downstairs. He was the current head of the Hu family, Hu Shuo. The man sitting in the hall drinking sullenly was his son Hu Shuo.
Jie, after undergoing a plastic surgery incident in Bangzi Country, the once self-proclaimed and suave Hu Shaodong seemed to be a completely different person. He was grumpy and irritable. His previous confidence was no longer there. He now only uses alcohol to anesthetize him every day.
Own.
Hu Jie likes black cats, but he actually likes women more. Unfortunately, his body experienced a devastation in Bangzi Country, especially the most important part of a man, which was turned into a boneless earthworm. Even after discovering the mistake, he tried his best to make up for it.
It's useless, the connecting thing has lost its ability to tilt up forever, and it can only...
Hu Shuo frowned and looked at his son, feeling bitter in his heart. Of course, he also felt deep self-blame. If he hadn't found the world's stupidest plastic surgeon, how could he have ended up in this situation? The change in his son, as a father,
Hard to blame.
"Xiaojie, why don't I go out with you to relax. We haven't gone hunting by the lake for a long time." Hu Shuo forced a smile on his face, walked to his son and patted his stiff shoulder.
Trying to comfort this once best son.
Hu Jie reached out and grabbed the wine bottle, shook it, and slid off his father's hand on his shoulder. He said in a hoarse voice: "Dad, I don't want to go out. Now I just want to know when the two ancestors will come out of seclusion.
Can you tell me?"
Hu Shuo grabbed the air with his hand, and the forced smile on his face gradually solidified. He gritted his teeth and said, "Are you still thinking about asking your ancestors to come forward to avenge you? Have you never thought about the consequences of doing so?"
The bandage on Hu Jie's face trembled violently for a few times, and the bloodshot eyes in his eyes seemed to be twisting with it. He put the mouth of the wine bottle to his mouth and raised his head suddenly, almost poking the entire bottle mouth into his mouth.
, so that the vodka could be poured into his stomach in the shortest time. He needed to taste the heat that made people's blood burn.
Gududu——
It only took less than twenty seconds for a bottle of wine to be poured into Hu Jie's stomach. Not a drop was left. He reached out and pulled out the bottle from his mouth and threw it against the opposite wall. Bam! The glass bottle broke into pieces.
"Dad, just think of me as begging you, just once, as long as I can kill that guy named Xu Qing. I am willing to bear any consequences. I beg you, if I can't avenge my personal revenge, I will be completely useless in the future!" Hu Jie used
He begged in a hoarse voice, and the red bloodshot eyes in his eyes were gradually blurred by tears, turning into a strange haze.
Hu Shuo wanted to avenge his son. Since this incident, he had been restless almost every day. In order to prevent his son from being depressed during this period, he put down everything he was doing and stayed at home to accompany his frustrated son.
I hope that my son can recover as quickly as possible, but it seems that he is still wrong. Hatred is the hardest thing to let go of, especially when you have the ability to take revenge.
"Son, you know the tempers of the two ancestors. Even if they leave seclusion, they may not help you. In the eyes of the ancestors, we are a group of valuable descendants. You should understand this." Hu Shuo.
Now there is no other way but to persuade my son with emotion and reason. The past cannot be recovered. The most important thing for a person is to live in the present.
Hu Jie obviously didn't appreciate it. He stared at his father with tearful eyes and said in a trembling voice: "Dad, I have value. I can guarantee that the two ancestors will be interested in what I say and they will agree."
Avenge me!"
Hu Shuo looked at his son, stood there and pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth and said: "The two ancestors will leave the customs at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. I will accompany you then, so that everyone can take care of you, just in case..." At the end
He didn't want to continue talking, just in case there was something he didn't want to bring up face to face, it was very serious anyway.
Hu Jie reached out and picked up a bottle of vodka from the sofa next to him. He directly brought the bottle to his mouth and bit off the cork between his teeth. He raised his neck and was about to take a few sips. Suddenly, he reached out from the side.
A big hand snatched the bottle away.
"No matter how much you drink, you can't get revenge. The two ancestors hate the smell of wine the most. If they smell it tomorrow, everything will be smashed. Remember, it's nine o'clock tomorrow morning!" Hu Shuo snatched the wine bottle.
He put it to his mouth and took a sip, with two cold glints flashing in his eyes.