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Chu Chen and Song Yan walked along the lakeside.

"What did you talk to Ye Shaohuang about?" Song Yan couldn't help asking. She witnessed Chu Chen beating Ye Shaohuang and humiliating him with water in his shoes. It stands to reason that Ye Shaohuang should treat Chu Chen and even the whole The Song family hated it to the bone.

But Ye Shaohuang not only sent 10 yuan in gratitude, but also restarted the tripartite cooperation.

So weird.

"Actually, Young Master Ye is also a person who knows how to repay kindness." Chu Chen explained.

Song Yan, ""

"Accompany me to Jintan Building tomorrow." Song Yan said, "Solve the problem of the company's location as soon as possible."

Chu Chen nodded, looked up at the villa not far ahead, Song Muyang's family came out, and the car was waiting.

Song Qingpeng's sharp eyes saw Chu Chen and the two before getting into the car, he was stunned for a moment, and then walked over with a sneer, "Tsk tsk, Chu Xiaomi, you really have a leisurely mind. Sometimes I really envy fools who can be carefree."

Song Yan raised her eyebrows lightly, then frowned, a little surprised.

He was also bitten by a black snake. It was rumored that Ye Shaohuang was hopeless in the hospital, but Song Qingpeng was alive and kicking, nothing happened.

"I envy you too. You are immune to all poisons. In terms of physical fitness, you are much better than Young Master Ye." Chu Chen gave Song Qingpeng a thumbs up.

A look of hatred flashed across Song Qingpeng's eyes.

Today's video must have been shot by Chu Chen.Not only did he get punched a few times, but he also completely lost his family's trust in front of Ye Shaohuang.

Song Qingpeng thought of what his second brother said, and subconsciously glanced at Song Yan vigilantly.

It must be the strange art taught to Song Yan by the old Taoist priest before leaving the Song family.

"There is something you are more envious of." Song Qingpeng cleared up his emotions and said proudly, "Do you know where we are going now? The fifth master of the Huang family invited our family to have tea at the Royal Court Hotel. I will call Huang Miss Jia has become a sister-in-law."

As soon as the words fell, Song Yan's face couldn't help changing.

Song Qingpeng saw Song Yan's expression in his eyes, couldn't help laughing, turned around and left.

"Second uncle's family actually climbed into Huang's house." Song Yan's heart sank, this was not a good thing for their family.

If the young lady of the Huang family really married into the Song family, Song Xieyang would definitely be the head of the Song family. After all, the Huang family would never allow a young lady of the Huang family to marry into a side branch of the Song family.

"Aren't you married yet?" Chu Chen watched the car drive out slowly, and said with a smile, "Look at Song Qingpeng being bitten by a snake this morning, you can guess that his luck today is not very good."

"Even Fifth Master Huang invited Second Uncle to drink tea in person. This matter is almost inseparable." Song Yan didn't have any thoughts of swimming in the lake, and immediately walked back to the villa.

Chu Chen followed behind. As soon as Song Yan went back and sat down, Chu Chen asked, "Honey, do you know Song Qingpeng's birth date?"

"Who knows." Song Yan rolled her eyes, "Why do you ask this? Do you think you are Daoist Zhang?"

In the past five years, Song Yan has heard such words as the birth date more than once from Zhang Daochang's mouth.

"It's nothing to do anyway, I want to draw a circle and curse him." Chu Chen replied.

Song Yan couldn't get the answer he wanted, so Chu Chen had no choice but to go downstairs.

This time Song Yan didn't ask where Chu Chen had gone, and this guy never had a reliable word out of his mouth.

Under the cover of night.

Across Song Lake, Chu Chen glanced at the villa where Song Muyang's family lived.

The doors were locked and the windows were closed.

"I'm quite on guard." Chu Chen muttered to himself, narrowing his eyes slightly, "However, it won't trouble me."

Chu Chen's figure disappeared into the dark corner of the wall.

After about 10 minutes.

A figure left Song Muyang's villa.

"Song Muyang's son who learned the thaumaturgy of black witches at his knees turned out to be worshiped in the sect of witch gods."

Chu Chen walked outside Song's house.

"Witch God Sect has developed into the mainstay of the Black Witch faction over the years." Chu Chen said to himself, "However, the Song family is too rubbish."

The corner of Chu Chen's mouth raised slightly.

In Song Qinghe's room, he found a birthday horoscope.

A car was stopped at random.

"Brother, there is a place nearby that sells cinnabar yellow paper." Chu Chen said.

The driver brother was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look back at Chu Chen, and nodded after a while.

Less than half an hour.

The car stopped at a corner, "There is a family at the end of this old street."

The driver watched Chu Chen's figure disappear into the dim light, and couldn't help muttering, "It's late at night, there must be something wrong with this young man."

Chu Chen quickly walked to the end, a store with dim lights, full of all kinds of groceries, this kind of store always gives people a creepy and cold atmosphere at night.

In particular, in this dilapidated shop at the end of the old street, the lights inside seemed to be extinguished at any time.

Chu Chen looked up, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he walked in, "Is anyone there?"

No one responded.

Chu Chen couldn't help shouting a few more times.

"It's so noisy." Under a pile of paper figurines, suddenly a head popped out. The girl was about eighteen years old, her long hair was a little messy, and she couldn't hide a delicate and beautiful face. Her eyes revealed a lively aura, and she looked at it. Chu Chen also stretched out his hands from the pile of paper figurines, holding a book in his hand, and the dim light revealed his tender hands, "Whatever you want to buy, pick it out yourself, and ask me to pay after you pick it up."

The girl seemed to see nothing of interest from Chu Chen's body, so after saying something, she continued to read the book.

"Little girl, the customer is God." Chu Chen was about to speak.

The girl interrupted directly, "I don't believe in God, why are you so smudged?"

After Chu Chen picked out all the things he wanted to buy, he asked the girl to count the money.

When he was about to pay the bill, Chu Chen glanced at the book in the girl's hand, and suddenly smiled and said, "You believe it, Daoist Luo Yun."

As soon as the words fell, the girl's hand trembled suddenly, her eyes flashed brightly, and she looked up at Chu Chen.

She could not detect any strange aura from Chu Chen.

But Chu Chen's words are enough to show that he is a member of a strange family.

"Who are you?" The girl stood up and stared at Chu Chen warily.

Chu Chen didn't answer directly, but glanced around the shop, "I saw the Xingluomen sign at the door, after you came in, you still held the Xingluomen book in your hand, you are a Xingluomen disciple, this place is The Xingluomen branch in Chancheng."

The girl's face changed color, "Who the hell are you?"

"A fellow." Chu Chen laughed, picked up the things he just bought, turned around and walked out, "If you're talking about seniority, I'm your ancestor."

The girl looked at Chu Chen's back. Although Chu Chen was shocked to see through her identity, she was speechless for a while.

Xing Luomen was created by Daoist Luo Yun.

This guy claims to be a master, which means that he is the same generation as Luo Yun Daoist.

The girl muttered, "Idiot."

"Wuyou, who are you talking to?" An old voice came from inside the room.

The girl hurriedly picked up the book, "It's all right, grandpa, a guy who claims to be my ancestor, he hasn't paid yet!"

The girl rushed out like a gust of wind, but Chu Chen was no longer in the dimly lit old street.

"Master? Don't let me see you, or I will beat you into a grandson." The girl stomped her feet, turned around and walked back angrily.

a long time.

A sigh came from inside the room, "No one can cure this child's temper."