Updated: 2013-04-26

kicked the door open, the room was silent, and the arrogant young man in the yellow shirt couldn't help but be stunned.

The gray-haired butler burst in angrily, pointing at the yellow-shirted young man's nose and scolding mercilessly, obviously not afraid of the arrogant Second Ancestor in front of him.

"Look at you like this, don't get down!" swept the room of a stripped maid is covering her chest with her hands, her white and tender breasts are bulging with pieces of meat along her fingers, the old housekeeper saw it in his eyes, his heart was so angry, and he hurriedly scolded them.

Seeing that the old housekeeper looked like he hated iron but not steel, the young man in the yellow shirt gave him a helpless look, slapped his butt on the chair, closed his eyes lazily, and chattered in a weird way.

"Hey, I said that this old man who doesn't follow the law of etiquette and doesn't know how to knock on the door, if you're crazy enough, you can go, but remember to close the door!"

"Nonsense!" The old butler was not a vegetarian, and with a slap of his big hand, the red lacquered square table suddenly exploded, and it was scattered in half with a click, and the eldest young master lying on the chair was shocked.

For more than 20 years, he has assisted Wei Guogong in managing Xun Mansion, Xiao Lao Butler can be said to be conscientious and conscientious, as a confidant of Hou Ye, he has witnessed Xun Changfeng from a poor child to a general of the dynasty who is now above 10,000 people under one person, and his feelings for this place are no worse than anyone else.

As for the little gentleman in front of him, the old housekeeper almost watched him grow up, treating the latter as if he were his own grandson, so he has always been very strict, but this little thing is soft and hard and does not eat, which really makes people feel sad.

Old Butler Xiao has a high status in Xun Mansion, and Duke Wei also has a heart for him, and the young man in the yellow shirt does not dare to make too many mistakes, but he gives in to this extent, which does not show the prestige of his future Hou Ye.

"I, I have a headache, I'll go see Daddy when I'm rested. After prevaricating an excuse, the young man in the yellow shirt immediately pretended to be terminally ill, his head turned to the other side, but he clutched his stomach and screamed in pain without thinking, and his cunning eyes blinked to see if the old butler was gone.

Shaking his head helplessly, this bastard kid is a complete scum, and there is no salvation!

Although the old butler is not young, his body is very tough, he stepped forward and lifted the yellow-shirted young man from his seat, and strode out of the coffin, as a cultivator of the Ninefold Condensation Soul Realm, it was very simple to lift this gentleman disciple who was almost hollowed out by wine with one hand.

"Master asked me to take you there, even if you are stunned and dragged over. The old butler said coldly as he ran towards the antechamber.

"Take me over?" The yellow-shirted young man who was lifted raised his eyebrows, still looking like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, "Why did he let me go over and I had to pass, he thought he was my son!"

This sentence just came out of the corner of his mouth, and the young man in the yellow shirt immediately shut up, it seems that the person is indeed oh.

"Hmph! I'll see the master in a while, and see if he doesn't pick your skin!"

"Grandpa Xiao, you put me down, and now you can't see my father. "The old housekeeper is really here, the young man in the yellow shirt is really scared, he has already found out, now that his mother is back to his hometown, if he touches the whip for a while, no one will come to persuade him.

"No!" the old butler replied categorically.

"Then you let me down, and I'll go by myself. ”

"Don't think!"

"Grandpa Xiao......" The young man in the yellow shirt couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the storm-like beating, and put on another flattering face, pleading bitterly.

"Shut up!" roared the old butler.

"Old bastard, let me down!" the yellow-shirted young man grabbed the shirt on the old butler's chest in one step and scolded with a grim face.

"Hurry up and let Lao Tzu down, otherwise in the future, Young Master Ben will become the Marquis of Xunfu, and immediately send your old thing to the palace as a eunuch. ”

"Rotten wood cannot be carved!" the old butler was not afraid of him, snorted coldly, and quickened his pace forward.

"Dead old man, did you hear that?!"

"Old bastard, hurry up and put me down!"

"Bastard!"

"You old deflated three!"

“%#+*&%%”

Being carried in the air like this, the yellow-shirted boy shouted and scolded frantically all the way, and the vulgar words he had learned in the market for many days finally found a place to vent.

The old housekeeper pretended not to hear anything, walked through a long corridor, two pavilions, and bypassed a small training ground, and then arrived at the front hall of Xunfu where Wei Guogong was.

After about fifteen minutes of footsteps, the old butler finally brought the demon king of the mixed world over, and Wei Guogong Xun Changfeng was sitting in the living room with a serious face, with a straight face and a silent sound, like a volcano about to erupt.

Trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart, Xun Changfeng is in his early forties, in the prime of life, his body is tall and burly, coupled with his great achievements in cultivation, the corners of his eyebrows are heroic, not angry and self-prestigious, and he has the demeanor of a superior.

Over the years, Xun Changfeng really couldn't figure out how the iron discipline of governing his family by himself would give birth to such a disobedient obstacle, a parasite who takes pleasure in harming others.

sighed weakly, maybe everything has gone too smoothly over the years, if it weren't for the fact that his husband and wife were too doting when they were young in Xunqiu, presumably their vices would not be as serious as they are now, after all, in the families of dignitaries and dignitaries, it is inevitable that there will be gentlemen.

Xun Changfeng tried his best to persuade himself not to be too angry later, now that Mrs. is not at home, if he is angry for a while, he will shoot hard, and when Mrs. comes back, there will be a lot of noise.

Besides, what can you do if you are angry?

Thinking of this, Xun Changfeng laughed at himself, thinking that he was a dignified defender of the country, a dignified general who held the million-strong army of the Kaiping Empire, and actually had nothing to do with his fourteen-year-old son.

"You wolf-hearted old bastard, an old virgin who can't marry for more than sixty years, and you won't let me go!"

"Ruthless dead old man, I won't let you go if I'm a ghost!"

While pondering, Xunqiu's scolding voice came in through the window, Xun Changfeng raised his head, and saw that the old housekeeper had already brought Xunqiu in and threw him on the ground.

"Shut up!" Xun Changfeng suddenly got up from his seat and glared at Xun Qiu fiercely, his bloodshot eyes seemed to be able to breathe fire, and he immediately scolded Xun Qiu who was chattering.

Stepping aside, Xun Qiu stood up, pouting, and pouting his head, completely immune to his father's anger.

"Bastard, don't kneel down for me yet!"

These two ancestors looked like they were under-flattened, and Xun Changfeng looked so angry that the roots of his teeth itched.

Xun Qiu still didn't react, shook his head, and pretended not to hear.

"Little bastard, I can't control you?!" Xun Changfeng was furious when he saw it, stepped forward and grabbed Xun Qiu's shoulder, and pressed his fan-like palm to Lu, the strength of the master of the Yuan Shen Realm, how could Xun Qiu, who was weak and couldn't help the wind, withstand it, and was pressed to the ground by Shengsheng almost without much resistance.

"Say, why was the Ruoshui Sword Sect driven back?" Xun Changfeng took a deep breath and asked.

Still no answer.

"Speak quickly!"

Xun Changfeng grabbed the porcelain cup on the table into his hand, and with a fierce force, the porcelain cup exploded into powder with a click, and roared with a voice that could almost lift the hall up.

"Is it to pee in the Scripture Pavilion this time, or to pour water into the alchemy furnace?!!!"

!

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut idea into a demon,This chapter is the second chapter, what kind of basket did you poke again!The address is, if you think this chapter is not bad, please don't forget to recommend it to your friends in the QQ group and Weibo!