Close Mad Son-in-law

Under the night sky, a figure walked slowly.

He is tall and slender, wearing a seemingly casual but in fact expensive handmade customization.

Even the pair of leather shoes at the foot are expensive.

The young master whom Lin Wanli spoke of seemed to be a young man who cared about his own image. He is about thirty years old. There was a breath of noble son all over his body. The gleaming spirit between his eyebrows also gave people a sharp aura.

As soon as he appeared.

Most people in the pavilion looked eclipsed. Including Lin Wanli, number two in the Conference of Gods.

He is outrageous than anyone else. Bow straight down. Give the other party a high level of respect.

The noble son came pacing. But his sight only glanced at Chu Yun. Said with some regret: "A good table of dishes. It was so wasted. What a pity."

"What a pity?" Chu Yun threw a cigarette into his mouth. He took a chair and sat down. He even raised Erlang's legs frivolously. Squinted his eyes and said. "How about you pick it up and eat it? Don't waste it."

For Chu Yun's provocative words. Others have long been used to it. Including Guo Qingzhi was not surprised at all.

This kid dared to provoke anyone. Dare to say anything. It's just a thorn.

now. Even the young master who Lin Wanli respected so much, he dared to speak loudly. I really don't know how to write dead words!

The world of the strong is divided into respect and inferiority!

Never because you are the strong, you can do whatever you want in the strong world!

Guo Qingzhi was very cautious in this martial arts meeting.

Lin Wan also showed a humble and respectful side to the noble son.

Only Chu Yun was like a mad dog. Bite when you see someone! And you have to bite a person into a **** flesh before you are willing to let go!

"How do you communicate with people like this?"

The noble son lifted his eyes slightly.

Behind him, Lin Wanli had personally brought a chair for him.

It was only three meters away from Chu Yun.

He sat down slowly, gracefully and restrained. It's not like Chu Yun has no tutor, no bottom line.

From this point of view, he is the son of a good tutor from an early age.

Unlike Chu Yun.

My aunt taught him a crazy monster!

of course. The Chu family is not the only monster like him.

All people surnamed Chu are wonderful works.

"Of course not." Chu Yun let out a thick smoke. He shook his head resolutely and said. "I talk to people. I'm still very humble and polite. But the problem is—"

"Are you a human?" Chu Yun's eyes were cold, and he was approaching the noble son.

Your son heard this. The corners of the lips evoked a strange arc.

In the dark eyes. There was also a glimmer of light.

"No wonder the meeting of the gods ordered you to die." The noble son was easy-going and didn't seem radical. "You really are a lunatic."

"Okay." Chu Yun pinched out the cigarette in his hand. He glanced at your son coldly. "Are you the last top ten expert?"

"Yes." The noble son nodded slightly.

"I just heard Lin Wanli call you Young Master." Chu Yun asked every word. "Your father. Is the leader of the Council of Gods?"

"All right." The noble son still nodded.

"It seems that your father is absent." Chu Yun slowly stood up. The whole body suddenly released a wave of murderous intent like a stormy wave.

An aura that made everyone's expressions suddenly change. Swept up!

"From tonight. You will die one by one."

Chu Yun stared at the noble son without squinting, and opened his thin lips slightly, "I will try my best to keep you until the end."

The noble son said calmly: "Should I feel lucky?"

"you should."

Chu Yun turned around, looking around.

"No rules are needed for the top ten duel."

"I declare unilaterally."

"Only those who are alive are eligible to fight for the champion."

"Dead. Not qualified."

Talk about it. Chu Yun strode out of the pavilion.

But no one stopped him.

Hong Shisan followed Chu Yun and left.

After Jiang Wenzhao was silent for a few seconds, he also turned and left.

The atmosphere in the pavilion was unspeakable and solemn.

Guo Qingzhi glanced around, not knowing how to end it.

The dinner was ruined tonight. The top ten on the big list is missing one. And was thrown into the lake. No trace.

He is very depressed. Even angry.

But he must endure.

Because he hasn't received an order to attack.

This year's martial arts conference. It's not simple. It is not an exaggeration to say that no one is spared.

Who can persist until the end can become the biggest winner.

"so funny."

The man carrying the coffin picked up a bottle of unopened spirits from the ground. Twisted the bottle cap and took a big mouthful.

Then he exhaled a heavy breath. Yin and Yang said strangely: "A strong man in the martial arts conference. The veteran who has presided over two martial arts conferences in a row. A man who is the number two in the conference of gods. A big man who calls the wind and rains. There is also the only son of the leader of the conference of gods. Strong candidate."

"The three of you, just throw it wherever you want, aren't they all the characters who stomped and shook their feet?" The man carrying the coffin grinned. Erlang's legs are cocked in a way. The hangerman lit a cigarette locally. "I was kicked on my face. No reaction at all? Not even a fart?"

"Too humble?"

"Too unpromising, right?"

"Lin Wanli. Even if the young man has stage fright. Why do you pinch your nose and endure it?" The man who lifted the coffin curled his mouth. "Aren't you really scared?"

The noble son was not angry because of the ridicule of the man who carried the coffin.

Instead, he glanced at Lin Wanli sideways. He pursed his lips and said, "Uncle Lin. What do you think? Just let him go?"

Lin Wanli said neither overbearing nor overbearing: "It is better to follow the rules of the martial arts conference. Sooner or later you will die. There is no need to rush for a while."

"Furthermore," Lin Wanli said lightly. "Who would be bitten by a mad dog and just bite back?"

"I will only interrupt his dog legs. Blast his dog brain."

Lin Wanli said nothing. Leaving the pavilion with one hand. The expression is indifferent, neither happy nor sad.

"Lao Lin is waiting for me. What are you going to eat for dinner?"

The person carrying the coffin laughed badly~www.readwn.com~ Obviously he wanted to rub Lin Wanli's supper.

in a blink.

Only Guo Qingzhi and the young master remained in the pavilion.

As a strong player in the conference, even if he was treating Lin Wanli, he was not so polite and cautious.

But at the moment. When facing the young master of the meeting of the gods. He seemed particularly in awe. It was even worse when Billin Wanli bowed.

"Young Master. Although there were some deviations in the meal. But the whole is still under control." Guo Qingzhi said meaningfully. "You don't need to worry. Lin Wanli's side, we will follow up at any time."

"Father still couldn't believe him after all?" The young master's lips opened slightly. On the handsome face, there was a blur of color.

"The leader never trusts anyone." Guo Qingzhi said meaningfully.

When the young master heard the words, he also expressed his understanding.

"I only have one question." The young master said lightly. "In your plan. When did Chu Yun die?"