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1101. He has magical powers to protect the body

"hiss!"

The two subordinates behind the old man inhale at the same time. This son-in-law is really not likable and will only make the old man angry.

Uncle Su's cheeks began to cramp, he picked up a box of napkins on the table and smashed them over: "I don't even know what my father-in-law's name is. If she doesn't say it, you won't ask? Why did my Su family find this stupid son-in-law?"

The paper box poured down from Fu Yunche's handsome face, and a small piece of bright red appeared on her fair forehead. Her smile was a little unhooked, but she continued to endure it. She lowered her head and picked up the exquisite box and threw it on the table. She looked at the old man leisurely: "Father-in-law, why are you angry? Yes, the son-in-law is not talented and can't understand strange language, but what if she can understand it? Can it bring a comfortable life to your daughter?"

"Looking at this, are you dissatisfied with my actions?" Uncle Su's brows closed.

"The son-in-law thinks he should not be so rude in life!"

‘Bang!’

Uncle Su put his feet away and slapped his palm to the table: "You have the will to say it again!"

Su Mengdie, Xiaoqing and others snuggled together tightly, and they were indeed scared. They were really afraid that the two people behind the old man would shoot at Fu Yunche at any time. Zhu Yun kept winking at Fu Yunche. Who is this man, Uncle Su? Not to mention him, even their fathers had to give way respectfully when they saw him.

People are all stubborn in society.

Wanqi Shenfeng was still casually drinking the barley tea, not caring about the turbulent atmosphere around him at all, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Gong Yang Yuqing salied, Your Majesty, I can’t help you, their weapons are too powerful.

Fu Yunche slowly lifted his eyelids, smirked, and looked at the fierce old man coldly. Seeing his fierce face, he stood up without fear at all, looked at the opposite side with a downward angle, reached out and untied his colorful robe, kneaded it into a ball and threw it towards the ground, leaned over, pressed his hands against the table and said word by word: "I ask myself that my son-in-law doesn't owe you old, right?"

"I have raised my daughter for twenty-two years, a pearl in my hand, and a baby in my heart. Now you have taken it for yourself. I actually told me that I have no debts. Boy, what are you going to do? Are you fighting?" Uncle Su straightened his waist, narrowed his eyes coldly, and looked at the black dragon robe exposed by the man. How could he give up so provocatively?

"You old man likes it, my son-in-law will definitely accompany you to the end!" Fu Yunche was so angry that he was breathing rapidly, and then straightened his waist and looked elsewhere arrogantly.

The two subordinates couldn't help it, and one of them stood up: "Brother, let me teach him a lesson on your behalf!"

"Hmph!" Fu Yunche snorted when he heard this.

Uncle Su immediately raised his hand and smiled slightly: "I have some courage. No one has ever dared to compete with me. Young people, don't know the world is high!" He began to roll up his sleeves.

"Hey hey hey!" Su Mengdie quickly stepped forward and grabbed her father. It was so great to fight? Fu Yunche had internal strength, but his father did not. Although his father was very skilled in martial arts, he was not Fu Yunche's opponent. If he was going to lose, wouldn't he be even more angry? He scolded her husband: "Fu Yunche, why did I tell you when I came? Have you forgotten?"

The old monk also fought and said, "You still have twenty hours, don't waste it in vain!"

Seeing Su Mengdie's anxious look, Fu Yunche had to endure his anger and sit down.
Chapter completed!
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