The gate of Shenliuye Villa is boasting. Today is the birthday of the old owner. Do you want to make trouble? Sun Tao, Sun Tao, you have to think about it for me. Do you want to have a small sword gate with my Liuye Villa?"

The more Song Shuhui spoke, the lower his voice became, the more cold he became. In the last sentence, he shouted. As soon as he finished speaking, a group of villa guards wearing similar clothes that Song Shuhui had in his hands, holding different weapons and instantly poured out of the door. With just a few breaths, he surrounded Sun Tao and his group in an orderly manner, aiming the sharp weapon in his hands at Sun Tao in front of him, waiting for Song Shuhui's order.

Sun Tao was already shocked by Song Shuhui's anger. He felt a little annoyed. He shouldn't have annoyed the manager of the Liuye Villa in front of him. Song Shuhui was right. The small Yujianmen was not worth mentioning before a giant dominating the area like Liuye Villa. If he annoyed Song Shuhui, he might be punished by any charge. Yujianmen would be slaughtered by the entire Liuye Villa.

Sun Tao, who woke up, looked at the villa guards surrounded by him and looked at him with a fierce look. He felt a little bitter in his heart and had to bow his head under the eaves. So Zhan Yan smiled and clasped his fists to Song Shuhui in front of him: "Hahahaha, General Manager Song misunderstandings. The villain came today to celebrate the birthday of the old owner. He dared not have any thoughts of doing anything wrong. He said quickly and hoped that General Manager Song would not be surprised."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if to show his determination and sincerity, Sun Tao lowered his head to Song Shuhui and bowed deeply. However, before he leaned down, his arms folded in his fists were held by a pair of big hands. Sun Tao was puzzled. Maiman raised his eyes. Song Shuhui smiled and helped Sun Tao up, and kept muttering in his mouth: "Where is Master Sun's words? Sun is right for apologizing, hahaha, come on, Brother Sun will come to the table first, and I will pour wine and apologize in person after a moment."

Song Shuhui said as he slowly helped Sun Tao up, then waved his hand to the surrounding guards. Dozens of well-trained guards instantly took back the weapons in their hands and returned to the villa in an orderly manner.

Seeing the escort evacuated, Sun Tao couldn't help but feel relieved. He smiled and handed the red invitation in his hand to Song Shuhui for review. Song Shuhui also took it with a smile on his face. He just glanced at it and respectfully handed the invitation in his hand to Sun Tao, and kept saying: "Brother Sun doesn't need invitations. Everyone in the world of Sun Tao's name in the Yujianmen is unknown. Hahaha, Brother Sun, please come in quickly and please come in quickly."

Song Shuhui said while calling Sun Tao and others to enter the villa. Sun Tao was not shy, but he kept flattering Song Shuhui, who was smiling, and waved to bring the people behind him into the villa. The younger disciple who was following the last looked curiously when he was passing by Chi Ji. He always felt that he had seen this young man who looked the same age as him and was wearing a strange crimson embroidered robe.

The disciple just glanced a few times, then turned his head, looked proud, and asked in a low voice to the older senior brother in front of him: "Senior Brother Wu, I just said that Master Sun, as the head, wouldn't fool us. He looked very close to Song Shuhui just now. It seems that the head of the sect is indeed very familiar with the old owner. I didn't expect that my sword sect and Liuye Villa have such a relationship, haha."

The disciple named Wu heard the junior brother behind him say this, and his body staggered and almost fell to the ground. He turned around and looked at the proud junior brother with an incredible look. He was stunned for a moment, then sighed gently, smiled and patted the junior brother's head, and laughed softly, "Okay, Junior Brother Yu is right, let's go, hurry up and follow the master in."

Chi Ji looked at the boy surnamed Yu who was jumping with his senior brothers and sisters. The expression on his face was a little dull, as if he had thought of something. His right hand kept rubbing back and forth on the beautiful flower in front of him, and his expression began to gradually become gloomy. Song Shuhui Sishui also noticed the emotional changes of the boy in front of him, and secretly turned his eyes to the guard leader behind him, and casually spoke to Chi Ji in front of him, "This young man?"

Upon hearing this, Chi Ji looked up and slowly shifted his gaze to look at Song Shuhui who stretched his right hand towards him, smiling faces. He didn't know what the General Manager Song in front of him was going to do, and his brows frowned slightly. Seeing Chi Ji's appearance, Song Shuhui didn't bother with it. He stretched out his right hand gently rubbed between his fingers and said lightly: "This young man, where is the invitation?"

Chi Ji's already gloomy expression was even more gloomy at this moment, and he just said coldly: "I don't have the thing you want. It was Liu Yulong begged me for coming. If you want it, just ask him!" After Chi Ji said that, he stepped forward to catch up with the young man surnamed Yu who had disappeared from sight, but Song Shuhui, who was standing beside him, would not give him this opportunity? He just instantly blocked Chi Ji and shouted angrily: "Do you want to make trouble?"

Chi Ji slowly looked up at the burly man in front of him who was much taller than him and blocked the way. He was stunned at first, then he spoke with a playful expression and said coldly: "What if I say yes?" Before he finished speaking, his right hand turned into a fist and radiated a trace of black mist from his sleeve. He instantly climbed onto his right fist and punched Song Shuhui who was blocking the way in front of him.

After all, Song Shuhui was the chief manager of the dignified Liuye Villa. Seeing Chi Ji suddenly taking action, he was only shaking his mind for a moment. Then his face, which was originally full of smiles, suddenly became ferocious. He also followed Chi Ji's appearance and quickly clenched his fist and bent his right hand. Seeing this, the muscles of the right arm actually shattered the robe on the right arm with the bent action of clenching the fist. He first sneered and asked for death, and then he also swung his fist to meet the right fist that Chi Ji quickly attacked.

There was a loud "boom". The moment the two fists came into contact, a huge collision sound came out. The compressed air waves of fists hit the compressed air blew up all their robes and hair. The two fists were connected to each other, and neither of them was willing to give in first. After a while, both sides seemed to be a little weak. Their figures flew backwards without warning, and finally stabilized their bodies.

Song Shuhui looked at Chi Ji who was also fluttered away in the distance, sneered, reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up straight, and punched each other in front of him with his hands in fists. His eyes seemed to be burning with a sharp desire to fight. He shouted several guards gushing out from behind, and laughed loudly at Chi Ji who was also bleeding from the corner of his mouth in the distance, saying, "Hahaha, come on, let's continue..."

Before Song Shuhui finished speaking, a man appeared behind him, among the crowd, like pearls and jade among the stones. A handsome and indifferent face, and long eyelashes put a thick shadow under his eyes. His fair skin, a pair of dazzling black eyes that seemed to be able to see through all the sorrows of past and present lives, and his straight nose and lips were erect.

The white dress further highlights his upright figure, which should be the reason for his many years of martial arts practice. Although his body looks thin, it is not fragile. In the fog-like starlight, his lips as graceful as cherry blossoms, and his skin as delicate as porcelain. He looked at the paper quietly in the rocking chair, but now the man's face is full of an angry look. He shouted sternly at Song Shuhui who was about to take action: "Stop! Manager Song, what are you doing!"

When Song Shuhui heard this, he didn't care about the imperial edict in front of him. He quickly turned around and bowed to the man behind him, and said respectfully: "Subor Song Shuhui, pay homage to the young owner!" That's right, the handsome man standing behind Song Shuhui was Liu Yulong, the young owner of Liuye Villa.

Liu Yulong couldn't stand Song Shuhui who was bent down in front of him, and walked silently to Chi Ji. Looking at Chi Ji's bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his face, which had already become colder, turned around, blocked Chi Ji, and shouted sternly towards Song Shuhui in the distance: "Song Shuhui! Are you unable to hear me? I ask you, what were you doing just now?"

Song Shuhui looked up at Liu Yulong with a gloomy face, and was confused for a moment, standing in place without making a sound. The leader of the guard behind Song Shuhui seemed to be unable to bear it, so he walked to Song Shuhui and clasped his fists and said respectfully at Liu Yulong: "When the young master's words, the man came to cause trouble without invitation. Mr. Song is just..."

"Have I asked you?" Before the leader finished speaking, he was interrupted by Liu Yulong with anger on his face. Looking at Liu Yulong who was so angry, Song Shuhui sighed softly and punched the waist and abdomen of the leader who was making excuses by himself. The man who hit him could not stand up. Song Shuhui said coldly: "Is it your turn to speak? Take him down quickly! It's not annoying!"

Song Shuhui said as he waved his hand at the guards behind him, and then they came out and helped the leader back. Song Shuhui clasped his fists and bowed deeply at Liu Yulong. Gongsheng said, "I dare to ask the young owner, but what the subordinate did is wrong?"

When Liu Yulong saw Song Shuhui hurt the leader who wanted to make a head bird, the anger on his face slightly decreased, but his face was still cold. Seeing Song Shuhui holding his fists and bowing, he sneered, and then said, "This person was invited by me, Liu Yulong. Didn't he tell you?"

Upon hearing this, Song Shuhui had to slowly raise his body, and whisper to the arrogant Liu Yulong in front of him without changing his expression: "I'm sure you'll tell me if you want to hide it from the young owner of the manor."

Liu Yulong looked at Song Shuhui with such a calm expression, and his anger that had subsided had regained its anger again. His handsome face suddenly turned red and he shouted sternly: "Since you already know, why are you trying to make things difficult for me, my friend? It's because my father prefers the eldest lady? Do you think that my little concentration no longer exists?"

Song Shuhui didn't expect that Liu Yulong would tell such things before he went to outsiders. He was a little panicked for a moment, but after all, he was an old man, so he just reacted in an instant, hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted, and explained repeatedly: "The young master of the manor is so serious. I don't mean this, it's just..."
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