Ode to the Dragon

Chu Feng and Yun MuQing come late. In the living room, Liu minglan has already prepared a rich breakfast, and a large family is waiting for them.

"Mom and Dad, how did you get up?"

"You're going to come a little later, Duoduo is starving to death," he protested while eating egg soup

Chu Feng Shan touched his nose, and Yun MuQing recalled last night's madness, and his pretty face blushed and lowered her head.

In front of the dinner table, several people's expressions became intriguing.

Zhou yingguling blinked her eyes strangely, got close to Chu Feng, and said with profound meaning: "brother, you got it?"

Chu Feng's face didn't change, but he secretly measured an "OK" shape with his fingers.

In Zhou Ying's eyes, the fire of gossip is more brilliant. She immediately farts. She sits beside Yun MuQing and grins: "sister-in-law, how did you feel last night? My brother didn't let you down

"Eat your meal."

Cloud Mu fine don't have good spirit Jiao angry a, put a steamed stuffed bun into Zhou Ying's mouth.

She angrily stares at Chu Feng who is eating as if nothing happened. She scolds this bastard a thousand times in her heart. It's this guy who makes a fool of herself for getting up so late all night.

Never next time - bah, no next time!

Yun MuQing's disordered thoughts come up, which makes her feel more confused. Her pretty face is hot and dizzy, just like a cloud burning with fire.

"Mom, look, your face is redder than the monkey fart in the zoo!"

Blossoming as if to find a new world, take out a small mirror, very happy.

At the dinner table, the family couldn't help laughing.

Yun MuQing: "what kind of cotton padded jacket is this? Absolutely fake and shoddy products!

"You eat for me, too!"

A steamed stuffed bun is also put into the mouth of the little girl, which makes her face fat and full of bitterness -

in the relaxed and happy atmosphere, breakfast time is over.

Early in the morning, Zhou Ying takes Yun MuQing and Duoduo, three beauties to go shopping.

Zhou lie and Liu minglan also made an appointment with some old friends in Yanjing, ready to go mountain climbing for dinner and talk about the past.

Soon, only Chu Feng was left at home. He poured a cup of tea leisurely and looked at the news this morning --

"it is reported that more than ten headless male corpses were found in the western suburb mausoleum, which is far away from the source. According to the source, all these people are members of an underground community in Yanjing, one of them is Hu Tianba, a senior member of the community."

"Hu Tianba, male, 43 years old, started in the 1980s with demolition projects, involved in many violent wounding cases, and was jailed three times -"

looking at the news reports, Chu Feng's eyes narrowed.

Some scenes of bloody violence were even mosaic, but judging from the location of the wounds and the casualties on the scene, it is obvious that these people were cut throat and directly separated.

Looking at the whole Donghua, there are no more than ten people who can have such skill.

He happened to know a Kendo master.

"It's probably Weng Bo's handwriting."

Chu Feng said calmly, "this kind of character of cutting grass roots and leaving nothing alive is also the style of Chu Tianxiong."

"He's still the same, cold-blooded and ruthless."

After all, they are connected by blood. Soon Chu Feng guessed that it was Chu Tianxiong's handwriting.