My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

"you are welcome."

Zhao Qingmei waved her hand and said, "It's a few days away from the time in your letter, but it's finally here."

An Jing was looking at the pedantic, old-fashioned old man in front of him. This was completely incompatible with the arrogant, black-bellied Tan Yun.

Relatively speaking, he still prefers Tan Yun's temperament, this old-fashioned old man is very serious at first glance.

"I went to visit some friends, but it's a bit late." Li Fuzhou clasped his fists, then looked at An Jing next to him, and asked, "Is this Uncle An Jing?"

An Jing also folded his fists and said with a smile, "An Jing, you're polite."

Li Fuzhou nodded, but he frowned secretly in his heart: As expected, he has no inner strength at all, and the leader really likes this person, which is indeed a great misfortune for the demon sect.

The ordinary little ruffian just now made this little doctor in a dilemma. If he were to face the bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods above the rivers and lakes in the future, this doctor would be scared to death, and he didn't know why.

The two looked at each other, and then both looked away.

Zhao Qingmei smiled and said, "The food is ready, we might as well eat first, and then talk about it slowly."

"Yes, yes, the third master must be tired." An Jing nodded beside him.

"The old man is used to working hard, so it's nothing for the journey."

When Li Fuzhou said this, seeing Zhao Qingmei's eyes, he said lightly, "But it's better to eat."

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at the dinner table.

Tan Yun is like a quail, and he has lost all the energy of the past.

Little Hei Zai was lying on the dog bowl next to him, eating fresh soup and making rice, his little tail kept wagging from side to side, not happy.

Li Fuzhou sat on the chair with a straight body and a very serious expression, not saying a word.

The atmosphere was very different from the cheerful and lively atmosphere of the past.

"Where did you go just now?" An Jing asked, feeling rather bored.

"Wrong way."

Tan Yun carefully glanced at Li Fuzhou and said in a low voice.

"Can you still go the wrong way? Did you come to Yuzhou City on your first day?" An Jing raised his eyebrows and smiled.

In the past, if he said this, Tan Yun would definitely put down his chopsticks to argue and refute, but today Tan Yun didn't say a word.

"Wang Wang! Wang Wang!"

Little Heizai seemed to be full, so he ran to Tan Yun's feet and called out to her, as if to ask Tan Yun to give her some extra food.

"To shut up!"

Li Fuzhou frowned and shouted at the little black boy, "Don't talk when you eat, don't talk when you sleep, these are the rules. Since you and my father-in-law are going out together, you have to abide by the rules!"

"Uh...Wang!"

The little black boy took a few steps backward, lying on the ground aggrieved and no longer screaming.

Li Fuzhou was preaching to a dog...  

An Jing blinked beside him, and thought to himself: Is this old thing referring to Sang and scolding Huai?

After the meal was full, Zhao Qingmei took Li Fuzhou to the backyard residence.

An Jing looked at Tan Yun, who was studying medicine diligently, and looked outside curiously, "Is the sun coming out from the west?"

In the past, Tan Yun had eaten and washed the dishes, and then took the little black boy to sneak out to play. Today, he is reading a book. How can it not be surprising.

"I'm usually like this." Tan Yun said with a small face, "Don't slander me."

An Jing walked to Tan Yun's side and asked with a smile, "It seems that you are very afraid of your third master? What is his origin?"

Anyway, An Jing didn't like to see the third master.

At first glance, it is old-fashioned, old-fashioned, a stone in a ditch, and even slandered him.

"Who said I was afraid?"

Tan Yun frowned and whispered, "Who am I afraid of, Tan Yun?"

Watching Tan Yun say the hardest words in the softest tone, An Jing's mouth showed a sinister smile.

"Oh? Really? You're not afraid of anyone."

When An Jing heard this, he deliberately spoke loudly.

"What are you going to do?"

Tan Yun stared at An Jing viciously, and said, "Uncle, you went to have a drink with that kid Han Wenxin the day before yesterday..."

An Jing usually drinks with Han Wenxin, but Zhao Qingmei didn't let him drink with Han Wenxin, for fear that he would go to a brothel or other place.

"How did you know?" An Jing looked at Tan Yun in surprise.

Tan Yun said proudly: "When you left, the small pills must be for that kid Han Wenxin, and I know every time you talk secretly, although he always brags about his acupuncture, I know that. He was bragging..."

"Cough cough cough."

An Jing coughed dryly and said, "You can't say this nonsense. If it spreads, Han Wenxin will not be able to get his wife in the future."

This little girl, Tan Yun, is too ghost. In the future, he will avoid her. Every time he thinks of her giving Han Wen new chin bean powder, his heart is cold.

"By the way, what did your third master do before? Tell me now." An Jing asked after thinking of something.

"I read. Later, he said that it was useless to reason with others, so he stopped reading."

Tan Yun said something casually, and slandered in his heart: "The reason doesn't make sense, so I changed to murder."

"No wonder, there are so many rules for scholars?"

"He has a lot of rules, I don't know about the others."

"An old one."

"Uncle, you can't say that."

"What are you afraid of? This is my house. I can't speak well. Don't be afraid. Uncle is covering you."

"real or fake?"

After Tan Yun finished speaking, he glanced in the direction of the backyard, and then made a lot of An Jing.

Who is Li Fuzhou? That is the master of the Demon Sect, UU Reading www.uukanshu. com is also the confidant of the old leader. Even the current leader of his own family has to give him a little face. You, a little doctor, want to wrestle with him, don't break your wrist. . . . ...

"You still don't believe what I say?" An Jing patted his chest and said, "What a reliable person who speaks more truth than pearls."

Tan Yun rolled his eyes: "Uncle, the pearls at home are fake..."

An Jing: "..."

Seeing An Jing's speechless expression, Tan Yun couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Although my uncle has no ability, he can make people happy.

"Master, your small body is still covering me, forget it." Tan Yun looked at An Jing's body.

"You underestimate me?" An Jing sneered, "Your young lady doesn't dare to underestimate me."

"I don't underestimate you, uncle, I just think...how do I say..." Tan Yun touched his braid, not knowing how to say it.

Does my dignified Rakshasa still need a little doctor's mask from you?

"The third master is a scholar, you can't fight against him." In the end, Tan Yun said something from his heart.

In this world, scholars are the most abhorrent. All they talk about is benevolence, righteousness and morality, and then they use this sword to deal with you.

"Well, that Zhou Xianming was also a scholar, so maybe the two of them could chat."

An Jing paused, nodded and said.

After a long while, he got up and walked outside.

"Master, where are you going?" Tan Yun couldn't help asking when he saw An Jing's background.

"Me? Go out and buy a few pounds of benevolence, righteousness and morality."

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