"Humph, I guess you have some conscience."

"What I mean is, no one else knows where Master Wife is from. You have been sleeping with her for so many years, so you should know something about it."

Mr. Song was silent for a moment and did not speak. Instead, he dipped his finger in some tea and wrote seven words on the table.

"God has an indescribable name, Ba."

Xu Tong didn't sit for long before he left. As soon as he left, the master came over and sat in Xu Tong's seat: "You're not angry."

Mr. Song sighed: "This kid feels very uncomfortable. He has raised a bunch of idle people and still has to work for you."

"Hmph, why don't you tell me, without my relationship, he killed the Jiu'e Ghost King, and he had to dig out the huge basket. He only saw the thief eating meat, but didn't see the thief being beaten?? I am my real master.

!”

The master picked up the tea and took a sip angrily, then frowned and said: "I said back then that worshiping Shankou means walking up on the disciple's shoulders. If he doesn't come out by another way, he shouldn't.

Take over this legacy.”

"Then you don't have to be a bad person. I am caught in the middle and am not a human being. I will be angry when I live and I will be angry when I die. I might as well go get a good child." Mr. Song complained, but his hands were still there.

Make a new cup of tea for Master.

The master narrowed his eyelids: "Then let's talk about your wife!"

Mr. Song's heart skipped a beat, and he jumped up and wanted to run away, but it was already too late. He saw a green vine in Master's hand, and he rushed up and slapped Mr. Song on his butt.

The pain caused Mr. Song to grimace and grin: "Okay, hit me with a willow branch, and I will speak for you next time. I am your biological son!!"
Chapter completed!