If you dare to steal your husband, you are doomed!

Chapter 12 Chu Mou Visited Here (1)
"No, no, Daxi dares to sleep with the leader, at most sleep with the leader's wife."

The protectors of the north and the south hold their own opinions.

Protector Xi's face was full of black lines, and he wanted to die.Brothers, although we swore when we were forced to join the Devil's Cult that we would use pretending to be crazy as a weapon to make waves to the end, but this time we didn't mean to be a spoof, we really guessed the mine!
Chu Changge's smile remained the same, but that smile was terrified in the eyes of the four guardians, "Anyway, I'm not in a hurry, so I won't take a carriage for the rest of the way, but a sedan chair instead."

"No problem, my subordinates must find the most luxurious and stylish soft sedan chair in the entire Daye Dynasty for the leader." Xi Hufat said doggedly.

"My Chu Changge's sedan chair is of course the best." He paused, and then said: "In order to save money and reduce idlers, there is no need to hire another bearer."

What does it mean not to hire another bearer?The four guardians suddenly felt a dark cloud swaying above their heads, an ominous premonition ominously ominous.

Could it be that the leader wanted to...let them act as bearers?
Sure enough, Chu Changge's next sentence drove them into the lightning strike zone of a thunderbolt from a blue sky. "The four of you will be bearers for me."

The four mourned for three seconds.

"Master, it doesn't cost much to hire bearers."

"Yes, at worst we will pay for it for you."

"We will also buy the sedan chair."

"We will also be the bearers."

"Xiao Bei!"

Three murderous gazes shot at Bei Dharma together.

Bei Hufa looked innocent and at a loss, "Spoken, slip of the tongue." Really slip of the tongue.

Chu Changge patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said earnestly: "Very well, the leader of the North is very pleased to have this awareness." Then he said to the other three, "You three, protect the North Learn a lot."

Want to kill, very much. "Master, let's go and destroy Mingjian Villa first, and then come back to be your bearer."

Chu Changge put on a gentle air, smiled lightly, "Give me a reason."

"Fang Hongfei bullied Madam." Isn't this reason enough?

"Has he bullied?" He didn't think she could be bullied by anyone.

"No, but he has intentions."

"It's not enough just to have intentions. Our Demon Cult kills people, and we have always been famous and upright. If you act rashly, it will ruin my reputation."

Isn't your reputation bad enough?The four of them had the same reaction in their hearts very tacitly.

In the early morning of the next day, a piece of news shocked the whole world... All the men in Mingjian Villa had their heads shaved overnight, leaving a sentence written in ink on the top of their heads, 'Chu is here for a visit'.

"The Demon Cult is really deceiving people too much! Father, let's join forces with the heroes of the world and kill him on Heifeng Mountain." Fang Hongfei wished he could kill Chu Changge immediately.

"Nonsense!" Fang Qingcheng scolded with a livid face, "Who do you think you are, why should others listen to your call?"

"The demon sect does a lot of evil, everyone gets it and punishes it!"

"That being said, everyone in the Demon Cult is sinister and vicious, and Chu Changge's martial arts are unfathomable, so don't act rashly."

Fang Hongfei was so angry that his face was contorted, and he asked unwillingly: "Could it be that we at Mingjian Villa have to swallow our anger like this and be laughed at by fellow martial arts?!"

"A small leak will sink a great ship."

"But……"

"Fei'er." Mother Fang interrupted him kindly, "Why don't you wash off the writing on your head?"

"I..." Fang Hongfei clenched his fists tightly, with strong hatred bursting out of his eyes, "One day, I will make Chu Changge kneel under my sword and beg for mercy!" After speaking, he walked away.

Mother Fang was stunned, "Master, Feier..."

"Let him go." Fang Qingcheng sighed deeply, maybe, he was really wrong and shouldn't let Fei Er withdraw the engagement.

Famous sword villas were full of men, but Fang Hongfei's head was not written on it, but the ink was forced in with internal force. Unless the skin was shaved off, it would never be washed off in a lifetime, let alone Talk about growing new hair.

In the back garden of Murong Mansion, a hundred flowers are in full bloom, full of fragrance.

Murong Yunshu was painting while listening to Lu'er talking about the rumors in the neighborhood with relish, and his mood was high.

"Guye is so domineering!" Lu'er made her concluding statement with a look of admiration.

"Ah."

"Uncle is so kind to miss!"

ok...?Murong Yunshu's hand trembled, a drop of ink dripped onto the white rice paper, and soon blurred into a black ball. "It's useless." She muttered with infinite regret.

"Everyone envies you for marrying a good husband!"

envious?No way.Does everyone want to collude with the Demon Cult?Murong Yunshu smiled slightly, "It's marriage."

"Almost." Lu'er waved her hands indifferently, then suddenly looked at the painting strangely and asked, "Miss, why is there no one on your horse?"

"It wasn't there."

"But it looks like it should be there." Lu'er didn't know how to paint, but that galloping horse on the edge of the cliff should be ridden by someone, and he was also wild and unruly.

Lu'er looked at the master again, only to find a suspicious blush on her face, and she suddenly realized, "So Miss wants to draw my uncle!"

"Who's going to draw him? Don't talk nonsense!" Murong Yunshu feigned anger, but her face became uncontrollably red up to her ears.

Lu'er snickered, "If you don't say it, then don't say it." The young lady is actually shy, what an anecdote!

"Go get the scroll." Murong Yunshu felt ashamed because of the burning heat on his face, so he had to push her away.

"Oh, I must choose the best scroll." Lu'er ran away with an ambiguous smile on her face.

Murong Yunshu hurriedly covered his face, trying to cool down the temperature on his face, then picked up the pen and started to draw from the black mass.It wasn't until the painting was finished that she suddenly realized that she didn't deliberately think about his appearance in the process of painting, as if he was a very familiar person, she drew it naturally.

"That's weird," she murmured.

(End of this chapter)