Dumb Please Take a Seat - Chapter 468

  Chapter 468 You are here, dreaming!

   “Oh, that’s right,” Gu Shihuai paused, “We’ll talk about other things after admiring the young master’s martial arts.”

   Even though the man with half-hundred sideburns looks old, he still can’t resist the richness and elite of his wife: “Talk about something that will make both you and me happy.”

   Turning around and sweeping across, kicking the person flying, Gong Jiuhan raised his eyes to look at the person above: “Uncle Huai, it’s somewhat whimsical.”

  The tip of her tongue rolled slightly over her lips, and the crimson in her eyes spread and flickered, which was extremely dry.

  She doesn’t like the feeling of being led by the nose.

   Very no.

  The thugs who surged up thought they were fast enough and capable enough to despise most fighters, but when they saw the afterimage that hardly gave anyone a chance to blink, their pupils widened and their backs stiffened.

   Bang bang bang.

  In the empty building, the sound of the body hitting the concrete floor can be heard endlessly, mixed with the muffled groan of pain.

  Old Tang, who finished dealing with the people around him, turned his head and saw the young man lying on the ground beside his feet in an invincible manner.

  After tidying up the messy clothes from the fight, he quickly came to Gong Jiuan’s side.

  As the chief steward of the ancestral house of the ancient martial arts family, even if he starts to get older, compared with the younger generation, although he is not incomparably powerful, his strength is not bad.

  Stepping on the chest of the artist at his feet without haste, the young man raised his lewd face full of flamboyance.

   “Come on, Uncle Huai,” the tip of her eyebrows raised lightly, her deep eyes hooked with jealous arrogance: “Tell me what card you are, it’s worth my trip.”

  With a little force under his feet, the corners of the lips of the already pained and defeated man instantly overflowed with blood.

  Even standing on a high place, Gu Shihuai still has a strong sense of being suppressed under the aggressive and wild aura of the young man.

  Gu’s bloodline has always been arrogant.

  One high and one low, the sights coincided with each other, and the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air was extremely piercing.

  His face covered with old creases was gloomy and gloomy, Gu Shihuai looked down at that arrogant person for a long time.

   Suddenly he laughed.

  The dull and hoarse laughter kept echoing in the huge space, but he stopped it abruptly.

   “It really is Gu’s purest blood.”

  With this level of ancient martial strength, even if you look at the entire clan, there are not many people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with it.

  But it is precisely because of this that people are jealous, crazy jealous.

  The fingers of his hand holding the cane stretched and tightened, and the hand resting on the railing was slowly raised: “It’s a pity that the young master is too confident in himself and Qingge.”

“It’s not good to be too confident.” The old fingers shook slightly in mid-air, and the coldness in Gu Shihuai’s eyes almost overflowed: “Come on, let’s talk to the young master and grandpa, the two of you must also Haven’t seen each other for a long time!”

  The sound of wheels rubbing against the ground lingered in the suddenly silent space. Behind Gu Shihuai, a figure in a wheelchair was slowly pushed out.

   In an instant, my whole body froze.

  Gong Jiuhan straightened his body slowly, fixedly staring at the person who was gradually looking at him, the hand hanging by his side clenched tightly, almost pinched into the flesh.

grandfather.

   “Mute.”

  The voice I heard on the phone before is now in front of me. Although the old man is sitting in a wheelchair and reduced to a prisoner, his calm and unhurried aura is more eye-catching than that of Gu Shihuai standing beside him.

  He smiled at the people below: “Don’t be afraid, Grandpa is fine.”

  In this tense atmosphere, his unhurried voice was particularly abrupt.

   It made Gong Jiuhan’s heart even heavier.

  The old man’s body cannot withstand any torture.

   Keeping her eyes on, the hostility surged in her chest. She stared at the words on her lips with endless coldness: “Uncle Tang, shouldn’t you give me an explanation for this matter?”

   She sneered.

  Why worry about her safety?

  The hurry and nonsensical behavior of walking, but now it seems that it was originally **** because of the disappearance of the old man.

   I really don’t know how to call her, so what should I say!

  Since Gu Shihuai mentioned the old Patriarch, Old Tang’s face turned pale in an instant, and his slightly drooping jaw became even lower.

  Those anxieties and frustrations that were well hidden by him had nowhere to hide at this moment, making the wrinkled face even older.

   “Young master,” the normally straight man showed his hunched waist at this moment: “I dare not lie to you. Although I don’t admit it, it is true that the Patriarch was robbed by them as early as a few days ago.”

  Even after the person was taken away, he was still in a dream, wondering how the person disappeared under his nose.

   “Don’t dare to lie?” Gritting her teeth fiercely, Gong Jiu snorted coldly: “Break in?”

  Why does she not know her own chassis, so she can be forced to break into it so easily?

   “This matter is my responsibility, and I will punish you later.”

  Old Tang didn’t even dare to look up at the old Patriarch who was restricted by the opponent’s hands, and he didn’t even have the face to speak in front of Gong Jiuan.

  Just trembling lips, silent.

  Things have already happened to this point, no matter how much you say, no matter how much you explain the situation at that time, it will have no effect.

  He will not use this to shirk responsibility.

   “When did the defense in the house get so weak?” Gong Jiu mumbled the words almost through the gaps in his teeth: “I originally thought that the word trash would never reach Uncle Tang.”

  She sent so many people to guard the cabinet, and they all got in. How can this make people not annoyed?

  The anger of being pried away made Gong Jiuhan’s anger rise to the peak, and his words were also extremely merciless.

   “Mute!” The old man exhaled, covered his lips and coughed, but in the end he just said, “I don’t blame you, Uncle Tang.”

   People who are too insidious and cunning, even if you make yourself armored and impregnated, you can’t hide from them.

   This is unavoidable.

   Hearing the smile from the corners of Gu Shihuai’s eyes above him was even worse, he smacked his lips: “Young master, I said that it is never okay to be too complacent. Look, now it seems that I am not wrong.”

   Gritting his rear molars tightly, Gong Jiuhan raised his leg and kicked out the person under his feet, facing the ancient Shi Huai’s eyes, breathing heavily.

   “Tell me, the conditions for your release.”

   Nodding his jaw, Gu Shihuai smiled: “Sure enough, talking to our young master is refreshing.”

  He stood on the railing in front of him, looking down, his eyes filled with ambition: “What I want is very simple, I hope to see my name in the inheritance of my family’s blood.”

Ah!

   Really ambitious!

  The name on the family tree of blood inheritance is equivalent to obtaining the inheritance right of the Gu clan in an open and aboveboard manner, and enjoys a more honorable status than the lord of the collateral line.

   Slightly narrowing his eyes, the sneer on Gong Jiu’s lips was almost like a sharp sword: “You are here, dreaming!”

  In her short few years, she has stepped on the world of the Gu clan, carrying the heavy responsibility of the clan and protecting the blood of the clan. Can she teach a phoenix with shoddy hair?

  On the wheelchair, the old man twitched the corners of his mouth at the juvenile’s sarcasm.

   This is the head of the clan he cultivated by himself, and the head of a clan who respects the family is dyed in his bones.

  One, the most perfect heir.

  She bluntly refused the irony, causing Gu Shihuai’s eyes to tingle, and he quickly covered it up.

  Raised his hand over his shoulder and opened his backhand, the person behind recognized him, and stepped forward and handed the pistol to his hand.

As if he was playing around, the pure blackness touched the temple of Gu Mingyuan who was sitting in the wheelchair, and he leaned over and leaned closer to the other’s ear: “Brother, tell me, compared to your life, the so-called family is in the same place.” We are silent in the heart of the young master, is it still important?”

  (end of this chapter)