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"Young master is lucky? Is he still alive? Haha... why did you find two helpers? But the helpers he finds are tall and powerful. Why do you like the elderly, weak, women and children?" Jianing smiled evilly and said.

"Hmph... Little bastard, how do you know if the old, weak, women and children don't beat him? How many of you have? Are there 20? I'll do it... Well, I can make up 3,650 lives for me." Ma Fuxiang glared at his prey like the god of death.

Wushuang was also angry, waved her hand, signaling that all the young and old at home would go back to the back room, and the outside was full of men's affairs. The mother was worried about her son's comfort and was about to say something, but she was dragged by his grandmother. His grandmother understood the truth and grandson grew up, and it was time for him to take care of the matter of the Dong family. She had seen the shining talisman on Wushuang's neck, and she had seen Ma Fuxiang's wrinkled old face. So the old lady put her heart in her stomach. When the descendants of the life-seeking gate came out, who would compete with the heroes in the world!

Mr. Ma brought a chair under the old peach tree. The chair was Mr. Dong's favorite before, and now it's his grandson's turn to sit. Wushuang leaned leisurely on the old vine-wood chair and smoked a cigarette, with a confident smile on his face. He never ate the naughty young man in the past. Only by experiencing life and death can he mature today.

Mr. Ma is a servant, and he should stand behind the master according to the old etiquette, but he was still one step slower. Ma Fuxiang and Lan Caidie stood behind Wushuang's left and right hands respectively. Yanran and the others have become the left and right arms of the young master, and Ma Er no longer needs him.

"Brother Jianing, what do you say my Dong family owe Tong Sixi? I ​​didn't hear it clearly just now."

"My little brother, don't pretend to be confused. You know what Jianing wants. Hand over it. There are no outsiders now, so I will just say it. 'Qianji Ji Ji Thief' and your Kui Fu Jianing must be taken back today."

Wushuang smiled slightly, smiling calmly. "Haha...hehe..." Then he sniffed two words out of his mouth, "No!"

"My master, I know you are stubborn, but you have to think about the old women, right? I, Tong Jianing, promise that as long as you hand over these two things, I will definitely not make things difficult for the Dong family in the future. Can you just stop living a life of peace?"

Wushuang stubbornly pointed the cigarette butt at Jianing and threw it over, and he provoked.

"Grandpa San, I don't want to hear the dog barking. Can I shut up?"

Ma Fuxiang is a natural executioner. He has always liked to take the initiative and has been waiting for Wushuang. He has been alone in Guandi Temple in Jingyu for decades and has never fought with anyone. He has been hiding his identity for most of his life, and he is waiting for this moment.

Ma Fuxiang shouted loudly and jumped up. The scene was like a heroic hero in the TV series and fell into the black windbreaker crowd. One of them swept his legs and fell to the ground. Then a storm like a bear's paw swept towards Jianing. Jianing has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, but he had no power to resist when fighting with Ma Fuxiang. Before the third round, he was overthrown by Ma Fuxiang's bear's paw.

Puchi... A mouthful of blood gushed out.

The other black suits were stunned on the spot, and it was hard to believe that there was an 80-year-old man in front of him? How could this be possible? An old man of such an old man even had to use crutches to the aisle, but this old man was as easy as crushing an ant to death. Everyone was shocked to help Jianing up and retreat.

"Oh, where are you brothers going? Have you had enough fun? Haha... Do you want to play with me?"

These black suits wanted to snatch the door, but unexpectedly, the charming woman who was standing behind Wushuang just now appeared behind him in a quiet voice. She leaned on the door and was smiling ambiguously.

"Who are you?" Jianing asked with a shocked look on his chest.

"Okay, Grandpa San, it's enough to teach them some lessons today. Don't dirty our Dong family's yard. It's not good to cause death." Wushuang gestured to Lan Caidie and asked her to open the door and let Jianing go.

Ma Fuxiang raised his legs and stomped heavily on the spot, and the entire courtyard was trembling. "Fuck me, listen to me! Go back and tell Xizi that his senior brother Ma Fuxiang is back! Ask him to calm me down in the future, otherwise don't blame the ruthlessness of his senior brother!"

Jianing fled like a broken dog with his subordinates in panic.

"My master, you are back. If you don't come back, the old lady will send me to find you. We think you...you can't come back!" Mr. Ma stood in front of Wushuang and looked at the young master carefully, for fear that the child would throw his arms and legs into the ridge.

"It's okay, don't worry, I'm so desperate. Tong Sixi hasn't made things difficult for you after I left, right? By the way, Second Master, I'll recommend it to you..."

There was no need to say much when everyone greeted each other, especially when Ma Erye knelt in front of the old man in tears when he saw Ma Fuxiang, he was still tearful and reluctant to get up for a long time. His Ma family was originally related to his relationship, and Ma Fuxiang and Ma Sixi were old seniors of the same generation, and they admired him very much. The skills of Ma Sixi and Tong Sixi were so amazing that they could do everything from heaven to earth. Ma Fuxiang's ability to seek life is simple and easy to understand. He was killing people, and he could kill anyone in the world who was enemies of the thief! He mastered ninety-eighty-eighty-one different methods of killing, which was extremely cruel.

That night, after Mr. Dong left, the Dong family gathered together for a reunion dinner. The old lady was happy, and her grandson finally grew up and could inherit the old man's mantle. She found the long-lost successor of the Suomingmen and the Hongjuanmen. Although there were only two new heads in the family, Tong Sixi definitely did not dare to infringe on them easily with these two people.

Ma Fuxiang opened his belly, with wine and meat. No matter how long he stayed in the temple, he still couldn't change his cool nature as a bandit in the mountains. The blue colored butterfly was much more obedient than her. The little girl smiled sweetly and spoke in the tone of a lady. She was respectful to the Dong family and served Wushuang grandma with joy on her face.

"Mom, grandma, I want to tell you something." Wushuang wanted to tell everyone about his and Ma Ya while they were happy. They have been like brothers and sisters since childhood. Ma Ya is kind and sensible. Everyone likes everyone, so they probably won't object.

"Son, everything is easy to discuss, but the same thing is the case. You can't mention your marriage. This is the rule set by your grandpa."
Chapter completed!