A Pillow of Greedy Love: The Young Master's Little Wife

"Hmph, what kind of bullshit gentlemen, I don't care for them! They are just a group of young children who can be reincarnated, and they have inherited the good blood of the whole family. Hey, I don't care about how much I am, just Dare to raise your neck in front of me. I really thought I was a pug, it depends on bloodline!"

Said sourly, the man raised his lips again in disdain, stared at the direction of the corridor with those ferocious eyes, and clenched his teeth tightly, grinding his teeth.

Grinding the teeth in one mouth was creaking.

The Great Elder and the Seventh Elder on the side neither echoed nor stopped them.

Just waiting for him to vent his anger.

But they didn't want to, the kid next to them, in the past few years of training, has gradually lost the outer skin of a reckless man, and put on a layer of sinister and cunning little man's skin.

No, before they opened their mouths, the Second Elder, who was the youngest among the elders but just supervised the money bag, said to the two of them first: "Uncle, Seventh Uncle, I am not reconciled! Why do they have some blood? It is necessary to master the three most core forces in the temple? In terms of ability, we will only be higher than them, and will never be lower than them. In terms of experience, I am not exaggerating to say that I have traveled more bridges than they have traveled. I eat more salt than the rice they eat, so why should I listen to their control? Besides, in terms of power and foundation, no matter how round they are, the three little shrimps won’t get their turn, right?!”

They have been going deeper for so many years, at least they have worked hard without credit, right?

As an old man who had managed the temple for so many years, in the end, he had to bow down to three nannies who were a generation younger than him.Why, because they are the descendants of several giants who once built the temple, because they hold tokens and pass them on from generation to generation?

Huh, joke!

If they hadn't shed blood and sweat all these years, and worked hard for them, would the temple still be where it is today, show its glory, and gain a firm foothold in this society? !

The answer is obvious, it has been lingering in the heart of the second elder for many years, just one sentence - that is impossible!

Firmly refuse to!

Yes, I have to admit that these young people are still very good at certain things.But the place they want to approach right now is the temple, not the business or family business they hold in their hands, let alone a sub-brand created by themselves!

They are playing real swords and guns, not a child's game.

If you are not careful, not to mention your life, you may lose all the achievements you have worked so hard to achieve all your life.Not to mention the good image and dignity created by the outside world.

Besides, what era is it now, where is there still a need to talk about inheritance?

A company that is bigger than Zhima knows how to compete for jobs!What's more, in a place as big as their temple, can't even a small broken company that is as big as a sesame seed keep pace with the times?

The more the second elder thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more dissatisfied he became.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but think of the fact that Terence was sitting in the conference hall, sitting high in the upper seat, deeply suppressing them with the aura of a dignified and elegant superior.

Involuntarily, his heart shrank suddenly, and his clenched fist trembled uncontrollably. After seeing him react, he clenched his fist again.But those ferocious eyes were tainted with the smell of killing, revealing a cruel and bloodthirsty evil...