I have ten trillion licking dog gold

The laughter gradually faded away.

Mr. Jiang patted his hard member in his lower back, then leisurely walked towards home.

He kept his promise, fulfilled his responsibility as a man, and resolved Luo Li'er's worries.

As for how Luo Li'er views him?
This heart is filled with light.

What more can be said?

Is the opinion of one's "sister-in-law" really that important?

Those who should understand him will understand him.

The warm yellow lights tore through the night, raising the chilly temperature.

Jiang Chen unconsciously quickened his pace.

But before they even reached the door, a shadow suddenly appeared a few meters ahead, blocking their path.

Ok.

She's also very tall.

At the entrance of a luxury mansion.

Li Shurui followed closely behind, carrying a milk coffee. Hmm, there was also a martial arts master peeking out from the side. Upon seeing someone, they all suddenly realized who it was.

The Martial Saint, ever the champion of justice, anxiously and diligently mouthed the words.

Run!
Jiang Chen definitely understood, but he didn't move. He withdrew his gaze from his girlfriend and the Martial Saint and looked back at the stunningly beautiful Daoist nun blocking his way.

"Isn't this a bit too much?"

He laughed nonchalantly, saying that he had only been gone for one night. In the past, when people would disappear for ten or fifteen days, they would not come out to greet him when he returned.

It's so warm.

It's almost too warm.

My heart is pounding and burning.

of course.

It's impossible to run.

These are all his beloved family members.

Three days have passed.

Duanmu Liuli stood silently, dressed in a moon-white coat, her radiance surpassing even the moon in the night sky.

All right.

It's so warm that I'm starting to sweat a little.

Jiang Chen knew that these people from outside the secular world were not very flexible and liked to stick to their own ideas, especially the Taoist nun who had a pure heart.

It wasn't carelessness.

He knew all too well that there was no escaping it.

Surrender directly?

He only boasted about it himself.

Moreover, there were two audience members watching.

Although I know the other party is rather stubborn, after so much experience in the world, surely they understand a bit about human relationships and social customs?

Ok.

That's what Mr. Jiang thought.

and so.

He came prepared, and he should be leaving prepared, wanting to use the Taoist nun as a litmus test to see what he was capable of.

So he smiled even more handsomely, full of heroic spirit:

"That's it."

Li Shurui leaned against the door and silently took a sip of her milk coffee.

"Sister Shurui, do you have faith in my brother?"

Seeing the opponent's confidence, the Martial Saint was inspired and his morale improved slightly.

"Let's split it 20/80."

"Jiang Chen is only second-year?"

"Two seconds later, he was sprawled on the ground."

The Martial Saint's expression froze.

This time, Boss Jiang didn't call his bodyguards. He twisted his neck, shrugged his shoulders, intertwined his fingers, and warmed up his muscles and bones. His warm-up exercises were so professional and serious that he almost did a complete set of the ninth edition of radio calisthenics.

In contrast, Duanmu Liuli's preparations were much simpler; her right hand, hidden under her coat, was simply extended.

"call out--"

what is that?
What a bright light!

Mr. Jiang felt a sharp pain in his pupils and involuntarily squinted before fixing his gaze on the object.

His face twitched, and he immediately stopped warming up.

He saw a sword.

wrong.

It could also be a knife.

It is quite slender and its brightness is much higher than that of metal, as if it is coated with a film, somewhat like the props that elderly people use to practice martial arts and exercise in the park.

Under Jiang Chen's intense gaze, Duanmu Liuli moved her wrist horizontally, and the borderline controlled knife slowly rose, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

Boss Jiang, who had painstakingly warmed up, felt his temples throbbing and was even tempted to curse.

He was just bragging.

Is it necessary to take this so seriously?

Although those things are mostly not metal, their destructive power should not be underestimated. If you use enough force, you can still pierce a hole in a person. "You can take your stick."

……

Do you really believe he has some amazing staff fighting skills?
There's an unwritten rule in the martial arts world.

Encountering a stance like this: sword raised, knee raised, staff held across chest, one hand lightly wielding a knife, head bowed, chanting scriptures...

If you can run, run as fast as you can.

If you can't escape, then quickly beg for mercy.

But the key issue is...

We've already done a round of warm-up exercises, which is like taking our pants off. If we call for a pause at this point, wouldn't that be incredibly awkward?
really.

He still went astray.

If he had shown his weapon earlier, he would have definitely surrendered. Now he's backed into a corner.

"Brother, do you need a stick?"

The Martial Saint grumbled.

stick.

Even bringing the Golden Cudgel wouldn't work.

Even the best artifact is useless if the user is skilled enough.

Jiang Chen was very curious.

How could she not laugh?

Seeing the stunningly beautiful Taoist nun who had successfully ensnared him, Boss Jiang's face turned pale and uncertain. Fortunately, the ambient color masked his expression, making it less noticeable. Then, he made a rather domineering move, raising his hand in a gesture of feigned indifference.

"No need!"

The Martial Saint was filled with awe and reverence.

I go.

We don't need any weapons.

In terms of momentum, Jiang Chen won.

Did you bring your phone?

Seeing that a duel seemed inevitable, Li Shurui suddenly spoke, still holding the milk coffee in her hand.

"No, what's wrong?"

The Martial Saint was perplexed.

"Go get it. Call 120 immediately."

"I believe in my brother."

The Martial Saint transformed into someone's most loyal follower and even cheered loudly.

"Go for it, bro!"

All right.

The atmosphere became even more unbearable.

It is well known that people can go mad when they are driven to the brink of despair and have no other choice.

Therefore, Mr. Jiang's next move was reasonable.

He raised his arm and beckoned to Duanmu Liuli, who was wielding a light knife in one hand.

“So handsome…”

The Martial Saint muttered to himself, his eyes filled with dazzling stars.

Li Shurui was both amused and exasperated, and at the same time, she was curious about where that guy got his confidence from.
She knew his personality all too well.

Joking aside, he wouldn't have acted so "pretentious" without a certain degree of confidence or a backup plan.

So what exactly is the basis for this?
Is it because of his stick fighting skills?

He didn't bring a stick.

Pooh.

For some reason, Li Shurui's cheeks inexplicably flushed slightly. She picked up the milk coffee, lowered her head and took a sip. The color of her red lips contrasted sharply with the color of the milk coffee, creating a strong visual impact.

pity.

All attention was drawn to the impending showdown.

The fact that she took the initiative to draw her weapon shows that Duanmu Liuli respects every opponent, so she didn't stand on ceremony when someone beckoned her with a finger.

“chua——”

Mudd!

Mr. Jiang tried hard to focus, but he couldn't see clearly. He really couldn't see clearly. All he could see was a moon-white phantom, and the fragrance was getting stronger and stronger.

20/80 split.

Li Shurui's analysis is quite well-founded.

Whether it's lying horizontally or vertically, that can only be answered by probability.

At the critical moment, or rather, at the cusp of heroism and cowardice, Boss Jiang finally, finally, finally made his true starting move.

He reached down to his lower back.

If you encounter someone in the martial world raising their sword and knee, holding a staff across their chest, wielding a light knife in one hand, and chanting scriptures with lowered brows... running away is the right thing to do.

Touching your lower back also falls into this category!

Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard.

The stunningly beautiful Taoist nun has made great progress, but let's not forget who guided her through this mortal world!
"hey-hey."

Boss Jiang grinned, smug and arrogant. Having tasted success in Huicheng, he tried the same method again. Knowing that time was of the essence, he didn't wait after completing the initial stance and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Pa——" (End of this chapter)