Close Mad Son-in-law

The latest website: Zhou Yanlin's face is stunned.

He accepted a disciple at the age of five and broke ten thousand books of Dharma at the age of ten.

He is both a holy monk and a divine monk.

At the age of 30, he was publicly humiliated as a demon monk just because he looked at a woman too much.

That year, he washed away the lead and became a demon right away. Become a demon monk!

"So he broke the jar. Fucked the relationship between men and women?" Zhou Yanlin said solemnly. "I think he was suffocated. Just find a reason to break the precept. Since then, he has been drunk and beautiful!"

"Not important." Zhou Long shook his head and warned Zhou Yanlin. "Don't live here tonight. When the dust settles, you will come back."

"That won't work." Zhou Yanlin pouted. "Grandpa, have you finished writing your will? If I leave here, in case I will be separated from you forever. How to distribute the property? Who is in charge of the Zhou family?"

Zhou Long glared at Zhou Yanlin: "Listen to me."

"Don't listen." Zhou Yanlin stood up and said. "I'm going to urge the hot girl. After I come, I have to tell you something. If you really want to kill someone, what should the girl do in the future? Tell the child that his dad is a monk? It's cruel.

Zhou Long sighed.

He knew his grandson's temperament, and he stubbornly couldn't pull the eight horses away.

No words for a night.

But Zhou Yanlin witnessed the first-rate hot girl in Kung Fu staggering away. He couldn't even stand on his legs.

"So fierce? Even you can't help it?" Zhou Yanlin uttered a tongue.

"Young Master Zhou, if you have such a good thing next time, remember to find me." The girl was staggered but not embarrassed, and there was a deep spring between her eyebrows. "It really doesn't work, I'll bring a little sister with me."

"Go away." Zhou Yanlin said angrily. "Give you a face?"

Did the **** let you enjoy it?

Even if you don't give me power, you dare to lick your face and ask for the next time? Useless things!

No words for a night.

Zhou Yanlin was dizzy and didn't fall asleep much.

At dawn, Zhou Yanlin rushed downstairs to the restaurant.

Grandpa and the ascetic have already eaten. Was drinking tea and chatting.

Of course, it was the grandpa who spoke and the ascetic monk listened.

After saying hello, Zhou Yanlin listened while eating breakfast. The look is complacent.

"My grandson and your protégé will join forces to kill Chu Yun." Zhou Long said straight to the point. "Behind it. A mysterious strong man is controlling the situation."

"Zhou Yanzhi can't move Ku Bo." The ascetic monk said calmly. "This is your order."

"I did speak." Zhou Long did not deny it. "But the real behind-the-scenes man is the mysterious powerhouse."

"His name is sir." The ascetic said without a stir.

Zhou Long nodded.

The Zhou's intelligence agency also found these. But no matter how much, there is no clue for the time being.

Look at what the old monk means. He is very familiar with his husband?

"Do you know him?" Zhou Long tentatively asked.

"I don't know." The ascetic monk said lightly. "But I've heard of it."

"What do you think of the whole thing?"

Zhou Long wanted to know what the attitude of the ascetics towards this matter was.

Even the Zhou family should be counted in, or just for the husband.

or--

"Chu Yun is the murderer, and I will save him." The ascetic monk still said in a calm voice without emotion. "Old Zhou, I respect you. So don't care about it this time."

After he said, he stared at Zhou Long indifferently: "Next time, I will supersede your Zhou family."

Zhou Long's heart trembled.

I feel a majestic magic from the ascetic monk.

That power, as if from Shura Hell, is unstoppable!

...

After arriving at Mingzhu, the two of Chu Yun went straight home.

He is not in good condition, and has been standing firm in front of Su Mingyue.

As soon as he returned to the room, he fell on the bed exhausted. I slept until dinner.

After waking up, Chu Yun was full of energy. Can fight hard against Duan Wuye and Kupu one after another. His physical energy is extremely exhausted and his injuries are not minor. However, it is difficult for modern medical treatment to intervene. Can only rely on the body to recover slowly.

"Fortunately, Su Dingliang is ill, otherwise I will start the war in this state, and I will regret it for the rest of my life!" Chu Yun's eyebrows entered the temple.

Boom boom.

There was a knock on the door. Su Mingyue's question came from outside the door: "Do you want to eat?"

"If you don't even call me for dinner, then our marriage will probably come to an end!"

Chu Yun slammed the door and walked out. I was so hungry that my hands and feet were soft and dizzy.

He didn't eat Chinese food, and Chu Yun basically woke up from hunger.

Su Mingyue's heart will be punishable if he doesn't say hello for dinner!

Came to the restaurant, looking at the table full of sumptuous food. Chu Yun moved his index finger and peeled a shrimp to reward the five internal organs. He raised his head and asked: "Are you busy with this table of vegetables all day?"

Su Mingyue brought the bowl and chopsticks over: "More than two hours."

"That's fine." Chu Yun put the vinegar-dipped shrimp into his mouth and gobbled it up. "Time is money. No matter how good your cooking is, no matter how much food you cook for me. As long as you waste too much time, I won't appreciate it."

Su Mingyue filled a bowl of soup, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and ate it. Ignored Chu Yun, who was extremely arrogant.

End of dinner. Chu Yun routinely went to the balcony to smoke.

After the Lantern Festival, the temperature gradually warmed up.

Even the wind on the balcony is no longer so cold.

Ding dong.

Encrypted information comes from the mobile phone.

"An old monk went to Zhou's house last night. His identity is unknown. But he stayed at Zhou's house that night. He ate breakfast the next day and left."

After reading this short message, Chu Yun frowned.

Where did an old monk pop up? And are you eligible to stay at Jinling Zhou's house?

Is it possible to be the master of Kupu?

Ku Bo is in his early fifties. His master is still not seventy and eighty?

Now that he had left Jinling City, Chu Yun didn't want to pester Zhou's family anymore. He was quite sure that Zhou Long's grandfather and grandson had nothing to do with her husband. As for the others, he is not interested, let alone wasting time.

"The old monk also slept with a fair-skinned young girl that night. The girl stayed for up to two hours. When she left, her legs were weak and she couldn't even walk smoothly."

This encryption technique is clearly Chen Sheng who has just been disfigured.

"What you observe is delicate." Chu Yun snorted coldly.

Secretly: What kind of monk is this? Isn't it just an old hooligan?

"The details are the devil. Although I am disfigured, my business ability is still outstanding. It is not comparable to the low-level shadows. Master, do you understand what I'm talking about?"

"I don't understand~www.wuxiahere.com~ quickly get a cure for your ugly face. I just thought about it and almost spit out the overnight meal."

Chu Yun ended this unpleasant conversation.

Being disfigured proves that he is inferior to humans. Can this also become a capital for credit? What's wrong in this world? Is the weak king?

Ding dong.

The mobile phone sends in another message.

Not the ugly Chen Sheng, but Professor Ye, who is noble and elegant on the outside but coquettish and charming on the inside.

Old rules.

The content is not important, the photos must be superb, and the texture is as good as the photo blockbusters.

"The old place, three eight."

It may be that the content of the recent text messages is not deep enough.

Professor Ye took the initiative and made it difficult for Chu Yun to resist.