I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Brother, you didn't actually practice the Sunflower Manual, did you?"

On the way to the Oriental Pearl Tower, traffic was heavy. Wu Sheng, who had been left in the back, clung to the back of the seat in front of him, feeling anxious and restless.

Minors are not allowed to sit in the front passenger seat.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

Mr. Jiang drove calmly.

I'll do it!

The Martial Saint shrank back in terror, slumped into the back row, shook his head vigorously, and hurriedly said, "I can't learn this skill."

"Very simple."

In the rearview mirror.

Boss Jiang's eyes were as calm as a still pond, seemingly undisturbed, yet they seemed to contain a resolute and profound sense of justice, as if revenge were a dish best served cold.

"Brother, you haven't left any descendants yet!"

The Martial Saint spoke with a sorrowful tone and a face full of regret, almost as if he were about to beat his chest and stamp his feet in despair.

Who said his brother didn't have any descendants?
What are your plans for today?

"Brother, how about we go to the hospital? Medicine is so advanced now, maybe it can be reattached. We can't fight like this out of spite."

The two of them were talking at cross purposes, like chickens and ducks trying to understand each other.

Mr. Jiang was humble and drove very steadily. "Nothing lasts forever. Your sister will pay the price for her arrogance one day."

"puff--"

Finally unable to contain himself, the Martial Saint clutched his stomach, burst into laughter, and rolled around in the back row.

"Bro, you're amazing! I almost believed you. If you had done a little orchid finger gesture, it would have been even better."

The Martial Saint then gave a demonstration, raising his arm, sticking out his little finger, and then laughing so hard he could hardly breathe.

"Sister Ruri isn't taking this seriously, is she?"

Mr. Jiang was focused on driving and ignored him.

Although he has children, there are many ways to get revenge, and the struggle between men and women doesn't necessarily have to involve fists.

Using violence against women is despicable.

Last night at Qinyuan, he was just pretending, spending most of his time dodging or using tools to block, but he didn't touch a hair on the other's head.

Ok.

That's how gentlemanly he is!

"Brother, what exactly happened last night? You even broke the belt, how did you manage to come back by yourself? Tell me about it."

After catching his breath, the Martial Saint lay down again. Since the truth had been revealed, there was no need to hide it anymore.

Do you really think your sister would dare to lay a hand on me?

This simple and straightforward question left the Martial Saint somewhat bewildered, especially since the face in the rearview mirror, focused on driving, was quite serious.

"Your sister is just putting on an act."

The person said calmly, "We quietly brought your parents to the East China Sea. At the Peace Hotel, she was clearly so angry. According to your thinking, shouldn't she have beaten me into a pig's head on the spot? But what happened? She just squeezed a bottle and made a show of it."

The Martial Saint was shocked, tilting his chin up and staring blankly at the rearview mirror. "But brother, when you came back from the bathroom, weren't your legs weak? Did my sister do something to you?"

"So what did she do to me?"

Still as efficient and decisive as ever.

The Martial Saint was once again speechless.

How could he possibly know what he did?
"So, bro, where did you guys go?"

To blunt their sharpness.

To resolve the dispute.

Harmony and its light.

They were like dust.

This was the twelve-character strategy that Boss Jiang, with a heroic spirit of facing death, set when he discovered that the target of the attack was bound to that Bodhisattva. Now that the mission is over, the attack strategy guided by these twelve characters has entered its final stage.

"Minors should ask fewer inappropriate questions."

Language is an art because it can create infinite space for imagination to roam freely.

The Martial Saint trembled violently, and for some unknown reason, his voice cracked.

"NO——"

good boy.

They've all started speaking foreign languages.

His shrill voice sounded as if he had mastered the Sunflower Manual.

Jiang Chen didn't explain and drove quietly.

After a while, the Martial Saint calmed down on his own.

"Brother, how far have things progressed between you and my sister?" "What do you think?"

"I do not know."

Wu Sheng dared not let his mind wander any further. Although he had long regarded the man driving in front of him as his brother-in-law, just like when the moment his sister got married actually arrived, as a younger brother, his feelings were always extremely complicated.

"I'm not a casual person, and neither is your sister."

That person still had a bottom line and didn't talk nonsense. Even if he did talk nonsense, the Martial Saint wouldn't dare to confront Lan Peizhi.

As the light turned red, his voice stopped along with the car. A few seconds later, he continued, "It was just that I took your sister's first kiss."

Although not as violently as before, as if electrocuted, the Martial Saint's pupils still contracted sharply.

Someone has a moral bottom line.

They wouldn't fabricate such things casually.

The kiss happened, that's a fact. As for whether it was consensual, that's a trivial detail and doesn't need to be investigated.

As for whether it was her "first kiss".

There's no need to dwell on it.

He thought that was enough.

"We only... kissed?"

After holding it in for a long time, the Martial Saint finally blurted out this sentence, and as expected, it was still a misunderstanding.

They definitely did more than just kiss; they also drank the water used to wash their feet and patted each other's butts...

There's no need to go into detail about the romantic moments between adults and a fifteen-year-old minor.

Jiang Chen did not respond, and the Martial Saint also fell silent, not pressing the matter further.

The street lights come on.

The car restarted, following the car in front.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but glance at the rearview mirror. After all, this kid was only fifteen years old, and the image his sister had built in his mind since childhood was too lofty. He was worried that his fragile heart couldn't withstand such an impact.

Suddenly.

The Martial Saint also looked in the rearview mirror.

Their eyes met through the lenses.

"Brother, what does it feel like to kiss my sister?"

Jiang Chen almost lost control of the steering wheel.

have to.

That's just worrying unnecessarily.

Jiang Chen looked away and stared straight ahead. "You've never kissed a girl?"

"But she's Lan Peizhi, how can you compare them?"

This kid was completely revived, his adaptability was outrageous, and his eyes were burning with a gossip-loving fire as he clung to the driver's seat.

"Was it a French kiss?"

Do you think your sister is that romantic?

"No."

"Then you still ask."

“Brother, you are still the most valiant. Of all the courage in the world, I have one peck, and everyone has shared one peck since ancient times, but you alone have eight pecks.”

The Martial Saint sighed.

My education was worthwhile.

He was completely different from the boy who ran away from home in the rural area of ​​Sichuan.

Have you studied "The Peach Blossom Spring"?

"What?"

The Martial Saint was shocked.

The Peach Blossom Spring?

At first it was extremely narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. After walking several dozen steps, it suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.
“The most wondrous, magnificent, and extraordinary sights in the world are often found in dangerous and remote places, rarely visited by people. Therefore, only those with a strong will can reach them.”

Jiang Chen muttered to himself.

"call……"

The Martial Saint breathed a sigh of relief, then his features contorted, his expression turning strange:
"Isn't this Wang Anshi's 'Record of My Visit to Baochan Mountain'?"

In the rearview mirror.

Their eyes met again.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Loud laughter erupted simultaneously from both the front and back carriages. (End of Chapter)