Close Mad Son-in-law

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The old monk's expression was taken aback.

Somewhat incredulously he looked at Xiao Ruye.

"Miss. Xue's life is almost impossible to save. Do you think this is just the beginning?" The old monk shook his head and said with a frown. "As far as I know, Chu Yun is very opposed to what Chu Shang did. He really wanted to kill Xue Lao in front of Chu Yun. Don't say that the entire Red Wall would retaliate frantically. Even Chu Yun would definitely not be able to survive. This level."

"Everyone will have a level that he can't pass." Xiao Ru said. "Will I help him get through because he is my son? Then what is the meaning of his life?"

"Moreover. What does Xue Lao's life and death have to do with you as an old monk?" Xiao Ru said, holding up the red wine glass again.

This time, she drank all the red wine in the glass. With an indifferent expression, he said: "I said. The time is not ripe yet, that is, it is not ripe. When it is ripe, I will naturally tell you."

The old monk sighed softly.

He no longer knows when the time for the young lady is ripe.

But in his personal judgment.

Elder Xue couldn't even save his life.

To be reasonable, the time should already be ripe.

It is also time for someone to stand up and stop him.

As his own judgment.

In this world, the only person who has the opportunity to stop Chu Shang from acting tonight. Only his old monk and the slaughter of deer in secret.

Even Chu Zhongtang would not stop his awe-inspiring elder brother.

Chu Yun didn't have that strength anymore.

Boom.

Thunder fell from the sky again.

Thunder and lightning flashed outside the window.

The thunder and lightning in Yanjing City tonight is extremely palpitating.

No one can predict how far it will go tonight.

But Xiao Rushi got a news in advance.

A news that made her expression quite complicated.

"Tu Miao is dead," Xiao Ru said, pursing his lips. "Killed by Chu Yun. In front of Tu Lu, he cut his neck with a knife."

The old monk almost couldn't sit still.

He looked at Xiao Ruye with complicated eyes: "Chu Shang is really crazy! Even the juniors are not willing to let it go!"

"He doesn't even need the Chu Family. There is only Tu Miao, what's the point?" Xiao Ru said with squinting eyes.

"I thought he was just to achieve his own goals. For his ambitions and ambitions." The old monk took a deep breath. "But now it seems that he is a madman at all, a madman who doesn't care about anything!"

"Has no one told you that Chu Shang had already become a lunatic?" Xiao Ru asked rhetorically. "Do you only know today?"

"Such a lunatic, devil. Why do you want to be polite to him?" the old monk asked. "Even if I may not be sure to defeat him. But I will definitely not make him feel better."

"You're just a small character. An insignificant small character." Xiao Ru said indifferently. "You can't change the situation. You can't rely on you to cause a devastating blow to his plan."

"In that case. Why then?" Xiao Ru asked. "Wait a little longer. Wait until a time I think is right, okay?"

"I listen to the young lady." The old monk sighed, wondering what else to say.

Xiao Ru stood up and opened the heavy floor-to-ceiling curtains.

Outside the window, wind and rain, lightning and thunder.

A flash of lightning shined on her beautiful face.

It seems that a century has passed.

It's a trance.

"I'm thinking about a problem." Xiao Ru said suddenly.

"What's the problem?" the old monk asked curiously.

"How does Mr. Xue think about tonight's affairs?" Xiao Ru said. "He Xue Changqing, do you want to die?"

...

Boom.

Thunder sounded outside the small bungalow.

In the tea room, the lights are not even turned on.

An aging breath filled the tea room.

Tea is still brewing on the coffee table.

It was the tea cake that Chu Yun gave to Old Xue.

Xue Laoduan sat.

A flash of lightning flashed across.

Passed his old and rotten face.

His eyes are chaotic and even more vague.

But Chu Shang, who was sitting right across from him, was shining brightly, exuding a powerful aura.

This is a confrontation between two generations.

It is a confrontation between two generations.

Old Xue is nearly a hundred years old.

Most of his body has been submerged in the loess.

Although Chu Shang was not too young. But still full of energy. He has strong ambitions and demands for the future.

This is the difference between their two generations.

It is also a spiritual power not to be underestimated.

"Drink tea." Old Xue picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Then, he picked up the red rose on the table that had not been opened. I opened it, and then I ordered one for myself.

Xue Lao tonight is no longer defended.

He wants to smoke a few cigarettes, so he smokes a few cigarettes.

How much tea he wants to drink, and no longer worry about insomnia at night.

I can't sleep.

His worries are gone.

He just wanted to chat with the man in front of him again.

Talk about some important things, and talk about some unimportant things.

"Before your father left. I saw him for the last time." Old Xue took a cigarette and said with a dull and muddy look in his eyes. "He has a lot to say, but no one talks about it."

"So he told you?" Chu Shang asked.

"No." Xue Lao shook his head lightly and said. "I talked with your father for a while, but didn't talk about your problem."

"He won't talk about me. Never will." Chu Shang said.

"Because you know that your father knows you. Know you better than anyone in this world?" Old Xue asked.

"Is it important?" Chu Shang said. "He is dead. It has turned into a scratch."

"But your father's spirit and spirit has always been alive. At least in my heart." Xue Lao said.

Chu Shang did not speak.

He was silent and took a sip of tea. I lit a cigarette.

"Tu Miao is dead?" Old Xue said suddenly without warning. "is it?"

"It should be dead." Chu Shang said lightly. "He is not Chu He's opponent."

"All of this is in your plan?" Old Xue asked.

"This is not a plan." Chu Shang said. "It's a national plan."

"I don't want to argue with you anymore." Xue Lao shook his head, as if he had lost his spirit. "But I want to tell you. Anything must be proved by practice to be true. Theory alone is unrealistic."

"So I am practicing." Chu Shang said. "But you have been preventing me from practicing."

"So you are angry. Are you angry?" Xue Lao asked with squinting eyes. "One minute and one second, can't wait?"

Chu Shang asked back: "Xue Changqing. I want to ask you a word."

"You ask." Xue Lao nodded slightly.

"On the night when my father decided to hand over power to you~www.readwn.com~Chu Shang asked. "Can you wait in a hurry? Are you, can't wait? "

Xue Changqing fell into silence after hearing the words.

That is a long time.

It was so long that he was about to forget the details.

But there is one memory point, he is very clear.

That is he really can't wait.

If he wants to display his talents and ambitions, he must get the power granted to him by Mr. Chu.

Otherwise, he will accomplish nothing.

Otherwise, he will die in depression.

Chu Shang at this moment is the old Xue of that year.

History is always surprisingly similar.

It's always the same.