Su Mu was simply too familiar with the three old men in front of him.
Grandpa Su Yunkai, the spiritual leader and team leader of the trio.
Mr. Jiang Baoguo is responsible for all specific affairs.
And Mr. Hu Qiyong, who was close to his eyes, could smell the iron-blooded breath on his body.
Old Hu's eyes were not angry and powerful, and fell on Su Mu:
"You little bastard, are you so arrogant now? The first time I came back, I dared not to come to see the three of us old men. What? Do you still want me to treat you to me as an old bone.
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Mr. Hu has a high position and a heavyweight. Not to mention stomping his feet, he has just a look. Many top leaders in the army have to turn into quails in front of him, and he is the most ruthless.
But among the three old men, Su Mu was the one who was most afraid of was Mr. Hu.
He ignored the other party's sharp eyes, smiled and said with a saliva:
"Old man, look, what delicious food do I bring to you?"
As he said, he was like a magic trick, and he had a large bag of fragrant fried soybeans on his hand.
This thing is Mr. Hu’s favorite.
He especially likes to drink with this thing, and then put a series of loud farts in front of Su Mu, and he is not allowed to cover his nose.
Just because he likes to stinky and loud farts because he is fine, Su Yunkai and Jiang Baoguo hate the broken thing he likes, and he doesn't even eat the soybean stewed pig's trotters that he has eaten for decades.
Sure enough, when he saw this pack of fried soybeans, Mr. Hu immediately smiled happily:
"You guy loves me. These two old guys insist on breaking me up, which made me unhappy for most of the year."
Mr. Jiang was so angry that his beard trembled:
"Little bastard, what's wrong with you? You have to give this? Old thing, if you dare to eat at my house, I will dare to go to your living room to soak your shit."
Su Yunkai snorted and reached out to cover his nose.
Su Mu was amused and crying:
"I said, you three are all in this identity, so you should pay more or less attention when speaking."
Mr. Jiang glared:
"What should I pay attention to? Can't I have some time for myself? You little bastard still know how to be lazy. You ran to Dongyang to pick up girls, and you can see if you can."
Su Mu suddenly felt wronged:
"Grandpa Hu, I'm a retirement signed by you personally. It's not something I asked for. I still want to continue to shine for the country. Unfortunately, you don't want it."
Mr. Hu was in a very good mood when he had fried soybeans, with a pampering expression:
"You have to find your grandfather. He is my leader, and I have to listen to him."
Su Mu shrank his neck and thought to himself that I would not dare to look for him.
真以为干爷爷疼孙子就不揍吗?
Su Yun started to take a sip of the huge enamel teapot at hand, and then asked indifferently:
"How was yesterday?"
Su Mu was a little guilty and said with a smile:
"It's okay, it's all my grandfather that you educated me well on the ground, so I'm lucky enough to pass the test."
Su Yunkai almost laughed in anger:
"When did I teach you how many boats to step on?"
Mr. Jiang laughed and grabbed Su Yunkai who was about to jump up and hit someone:
"Old Su, why are you excited? My nerd must have Su Mu's ability to pick up girls one-tenth of Su Mu. I can wake up laughing when I fall asleep. You should go proud."
Su Yun glanced at Jiang Baoguo and said angrily:
"Don't think I don't know what your old guy is going to do. The girl in Chuxia, apart from being a little tough, is still a good person. I will just be a matchmaker. Lao Hu and Jianjun are not young, right?"
Mr. Hu and Mr. Jiang jumped up at the same time:
"You old guy."
Even though you know what Lao Jiang is trying to do, you have to be a matchmaker. Who are you giving eye drops to?
Seeing the three old men who were usually kind and kind on TV, looked down on the world, and their words and deeds were uniquely charming the leader of a great country, laughing and scolding like an old child, Su Mu suddenly felt moved.
He believed that this picture could not be seen even by Jiang Wangshu and Hu Jianjun.
In front of them, the elderly must maintain sufficient majesty.
This is also the reason why Jiang Wangshu didn't come in just now.
Lao Jiang and Lao Hu are not only their grandsons, but also the family heirs.
But I am just their grandson.
You can beat or scold me. If you are happy, you will praise me. If you are unhappy, you will bring me over and scold me.
Why did this grandson feel like it’s a bit of fun?
I'm so fucking a life that's a grandson.
The old man had a quarrel for a while and finally got to the point.
Mr. Hu was the first to jump out:
"Boy, do you have anything to say about the battle on No. 18? We need to listen to your opinions."
The atmosphere in the study suddenly became solemn.
The three old men's eyes seemed to be filled with endless pressure, which made Su Mu feel like Sun Wukong face the Buddha.
Su Mu swallowed his saliva and said casually:
"It must win."
Su Yunkai looked at Su Mu and shook his head gently:
"I feel relieved with you, but you have to know that when we reach the level of the sect, we can't exert any effort in three old bones. Everything can only depend on yourself. In short, one sentence
,How did you and Jianjun go, you have to get back to me, do you understand?"
The meaning of caring for Su Mu made Su Mu feel sore in his nose for a moment.
To be honest, before he was fifteen years old, he felt more about his master and master's ancestors, and he did not feel family affection.
Those two carrots are really given, but the big stick is really a beating.
Can you imagine a picture of a seven or eight-year-old child standing under a 10-ton bluestone slab on his head for twenty-four hours, standing under a waterfall of more than 100 meters, not moving at all?
If the forest of Canglongjia had not been big enough for him to vent, otherwise he would have been really crazy.
When he arrived at the imperial capital at the age of fifteen, Su Mu slowly felt what family affection and brothers mean.
He was different from the young masters of other ancient martial arts sects. His master only taught him a lot of martial arts and extensive knowledge, but he did not teach him the ancient martial arts and the secular worldly ways at all.
His current situation is actually entirely due to his grandfather Su Yunkai.
Of course, Mr. Hu and Mr. Jiang also made an indelible contribution.
"Don't worry, we won't have anything to do. I've tried Jianjun's strength, and saving my life is not a problem. Grandpa Hu, I promise you that Brother Jianjun will come back."
Mr. Hu nodded and said heavily:
"A good man kills enemies for his country, and even if he dies in the battlefield, it is supreme glory."
But then the conversation changed:
"Of course, it's better to survive. My old Hu family has three generations of single pass. This is not an old idea, but an unfinished ideal. I must have an heir."
Mr. Jiang laughed and scolded with anger:
"Old guy, you just want to counterattack. So what if you can kill a few broken islands in a small notebook?"
Boss Hu was furious:
"I'm spitting on you, old guy, I'm never wary. My grandson wants to keep you to defend your country. What are you thinking?"
Su Mu suddenly felt a little angry:
"I said you three are still finished? I'm asking me to come and listen to your argument?"
Mr. Hu stopped talking and looked at him and said:
"Okay, kid, now you have an important task. You can try every means to get some key resources from your grandfather's hands. Not many, just be able to train another thousand people."
Su Mu was dumbfounded.
After a long time, he stammered:
"Friendship, are you three people just now acting with me?"
this!
Is this the real purpose of the three old guys?
Lao Hu is the result of Xingtian project. The nine people in the Neilong organization are not enough for you, the three old men?