"The ugly wife is close to my brother's family treasure. The beautiful woman in the pink family is causing trouble. If you are ugly, just be ugly and avoid others' concerns." Chen Fan dragged his long voice and said, "But your bad temper needs to change. Don't shout at others at any time! It's unreasonable!"

"I'm happy!"

The young lady may be angry and has a very irritable temper. "If you don't like it, we will split up and go our separate ways! I know that I am ugly now and I am not worthy of you! I am still self-aware and will not drag you down!"

"It's almost done, what's going on?" Chen Fan was a little unhappy and started yelling, "Is it ugly? That's what I said! What does it have to do with you? Your wife, my wife?"

The young lady was stunned and said that she lost her temper. She muttered a few words, then took off her mask and started eating noodles.

"Let's take a look." Chen Fan picked her chin with his hands and looked with courage.

The young lady opened his hand.

"I'll see if there is any rescue!"

Chen Fan said, chuckling, "You don't know, I recently met a Korean girl. He runs a plastic surgery hospital at home, and it seems that she is very professional."

The young lady didn't say anything.

"Oh, it's so ugly!"

With a squirting sound, Chen Fan laughed out loud.

The young lady was greatly frustrated.

In fact, the young lady only showed all her meridians and was not fully recovered. The fine bloodline appeared on her face, which was indeed a bit scary, but apart from this, there was no change in her nose, eyes, and eyebrows. Compared with her before, it was really ugly, but it was not as serious as Chen Fan.

She felt a little wronged.

I couldn't help it for a moment, and tears actually came out.

Her big eyes flashed and tears fell down. She was so nasty that she didn't want to see Chen Fan, but Chen Fan still found it very much.

"Why are you crying?"

Chen Fan was shocked and quickly put down his bowl and hugged her in his arms. While rubbing the young lady's face, he comforted her, "Don't cry, don't cry, am I just having fun with you? Look at you, you're still heartbroken! Even if you become what you are, you are my wife! Don't cry, it's okay..."

"Bad, you judge people by your appearance!" The young lady hugged Chen Fan and shouted in a crying voice.

Chen Fanka smiled, "Yes, yes, you're right! But can you be the same as others? We grew up together, not relatives, but better than relatives! Even if everyone in the world doesn't want you anymore, I want it!"

Chen Fan was so gentle that he still looked like a hippie smile. He held the young lady's face and looked at her eyes that were red due to congestion. He turned his head and kissed the little mouth that had become bloodless due to weakness.

For the first time, the young lady did not resist, she hugged Chen Fan and her body.

Xiaoman could see clearly on the side and couldn't help but have a cold war. After the cold war, he felt moved from the bottom of his heart. In her impression, although the master was a good person, he was really a pervert. Not to mention that the young lady turned into this at this time, even the ordinary woman Chen Fan, who was a little more mediocre, was too lazy to see her at first glance. At this time, the master was holding a woman named most people who were deterred, looking very fascinated. People said that Xi Shi was in their eyes, and this might be the case.

Thinking of this, the little girl curled her lips and smiled sincerely.

It seems that I am thinking well, but my master is really a kind and righteous stinky smell.

You and I were tired of each other for a while, and the two separated. The young lady was a little shy, blushed, shrank her shoulders, Chen Fan tilted his head for a while, and smiled, "It's so ugly!"

"Bang!"

"Oh!"

With a scream, Chen Fan, who was already extremely weak, fell to the ground, foaming at his mouth, and a small iron basin in his hand rolled out in a gurgling manner.

"That's so annoying!"

The young lady said, rushed over and kicked Chen Fan hard.

I don’t know how much revenge, but this girl kicked her several times in one breath before she finished it!

"Ba"

The little in Xiaoman's hand

The steel basin also landed on the ground. The little girl was so scared that she stared at Chen Fan for a long time.

Dead?

Dead!!

——Cut—

At the same time, it was still snowing outside, but a group of people drove a jeep into the mountain. The door opened. A tall man with a skeleton got out of the car, wearing three earrings on his ears, dark skin, no eyebrows, and no head. He looked a bit like Ji Chunhua, who played the vulture in Jet Li's version of "Shaolin Temple". However, this shop is much taller and more powerful than Ji Chunhua. Judging from his expression, he is even more sinister.

He got out of the car, and Ahua quickly ran over to say hello to him, "Oh! Mr. Chang! I really didn't expect that you came in person!"

"Where is Chen Fan?" Mr. Chang put on the car door fiercely, and the pair of triangular eyes showed an indescribable ruthlessness. He looked here and there, and walked in front and said, "Well, Xiao Lin'er, ask me to come and help you! But I ran all the way, but I never saw a single figure. What's wrong? You planned this matter so carefully, but in the end they still told him to run away?"

Ah Hua grinned, "You don't believe it if you say it! It's so cool, that boy suddenly disappeared! I suspect that this boy heard some wind blowing and had already disappeared!"

"Where can he run?" Mr. Chang snorted coldly, put on his gloves, and he was wearing a down jacket because he was tall and looked quite thick.

After a whistle, there was a cry of a hawk in the air. Everyone looked up, but saw a sudden rush in the air. A falcon, half a meter tall, glided over, shook its wings a few times, and landed on Mr. Chang's gloves.

The eagle was proud and arrogant, with fierce eyes, and was staring at everyone with fierce eyes.

Mr. Chang rubbed the falcon's head and whispered a few words in its ear. After saying that, he shook his head into the sky. The falcon flapped its wings and flew high, and soon disappeared.

When everyone rushed to welcome Mr. Chang into the courtyard at the entrance of the village, Ahua stood outside, frowned slightly at the falcon in the sky, while watching the fun came over, "I said! What kind of bird is this? Why do you look so evil?!"

"How can you not be evil when you grow up with human flesh?" Ah Hua sneered and waved his hand, "Master Chang is not an ordinary person. Mr. Xiao wants to give face. You guys are careful to serve you! Never neglect!"

The guy grinned, "How can you serve this poor mountain and bad water!"

Ah Hua smiled embarrassedly, "Serve whatever you can! They are here to help us find someone!!!"

That night, Mr. Chang and Ahua sat on the stove with him, spreading his hands and roasting the fire by the stove. The old man's eyes were cold under the fire, gray and slightly blue, and very turbid. It was like a piece of abandoned expectation, and he couldn't see his pupils. This was not the first time Ahua saw these eyes, but he didn't dare to ask. He knew that this guy had been imprisoned six times, and most of his life had been spent in prison. It seemed that Mr. Chang didn't plan to stay outside for too long this time.

"Master Chang, what's the way this guy named Chen Fan came from? I heard that this kid is not simple and has learned ghost art! But I still don't understand what ghost art is?"

"Ghost art is a kind of partial magic based on the soul. It was passed down from ancient times and was established in the Shang and Zhou dynasties. There were many descendants from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period to the Qin and Han Dynasties. However, people at that time did not understand the situation and could not distinguish it. Most of the time, they classified ghost art as under the Taoist art."

"Is there really a successor of ghost art in history? Are there any famous figures?"

Mr. Chang sneered, "A famous person? It depends on what you think. Wang Xu from the Guigu Sect, Zou Yan from the Yin-Yang Family, Zuo Ci from Taiping Road, and Dongfang Shuo from the Western Han Dynasty were all descendants of ghost arts."

Ah Hua took a breath, "So, this ghost technique is really a long-standing craft? What about today? Are there people practicing ghost technique today?"

"Of course there is, isn't there one in front of you?" Mr. Chang sneered, and his turbid eyes moved.

"You mean..." Ah Hua took a breath of air conditioning.

"Since the Wei and Jin Dynasties, many small schools have been divided into the Ghost Sect. Because the Dharma Masters worshipped are different, the core of the cultivation is not clear, and they are generally divided into three schools: Red

Zhugui Ghost Gate, Qingdeng Gate, Huangyan Gate. Chen Fan’s grandfather Chen Guangdou is a member of Hongzhugui Gate, and I, Mr. Chang, learn the skills of Huangyan Gate."

"So, do you still know Chen Guangdou?" Ah Hua took a breath of air conditioning and gave birth to an ominous premonition.

"I had a deal when I was young, but I knew each other, but I was not a friend." Mr. Chang snorted coldly, showing contempt. "Chen Guangdou is a man of great ability, but he is low-key. He is a kind of treacherous hero who is like keeping a low profile. During that year, the three major ghost sects were all in power, and they were not considered one. But he relied on his three inches of tongue to resolve the conflicts again and again in the three gates, and preserved the last remaining pulse of the Red Candle Ghost Gate."

"According to what you said, the Red Candle Ghost Sect is the weaker among the three major sects?"

"It can't be said to be weak." Mr. Chang thought for a while and sighed, "The craftsmanship of the Red Candle Ghost Sect is far older and more sophisticated than the other two s. But the people of the Red Candle Ghost Sect are unchanged and stick to dogmas. In today's words, they just don't know the current affairs and cannot seize opportunities. Otherwise, what's wrong? Look at Chen Guangdou, after all, he is also the helmsman of the Red Candle Ghost Sect, and he has a lot of skills, but look at what he ends up like? Look at his clothes and living! He is simply an old farmer! What's even more annoying is that he is a dignified person who actually defeated the idiot Zonglavimon! He really lost all the face of the people in the Ghost Sect!"
Chapter completed!