The father-in-law was as drunk as always, tripped by the foolish boy as always, and blackmailed people for compensation as always. Ya Lanzhu giggled and Meng Fuyao also laughed, but his eyes were slightly sour—this guy doesn’t like to drink, but he was drunk for Zhan Beiye Twenty years old!
When Mr. Hua was about to leave the house, she stepped forward to give him a hand. The old man looked up at her, and took a wax pill from her.
Meng Fuyao sat back in his original seat and continued to drink, playing games with Ya Lanzhu, when he suddenly heard a drinker next door say, "For this meeting, the rest of the countries don't need to send people here, it's their own humiliation, we from Shangyuan With wings and swords, he controls Xuanyuanzong at a young age, and the Thunder Movement Jue is famous all over the world, who is the opponent in the whole world?"
"Are you sure you want to come?" Another person asked, "I heard that Yan and his wife are busy with government affairs, so they may not have free time."
"Senior brother will come." It was a young man with a haughty expression who spoke, "Even if he doesn't come, it's fine if I'm here. I have been taught by my senior brother personally, and I have already mastered the Thunder Movement Art by heart."
The crowd echoed and flattery flooded in, the boy's expression became more and more proud, he looked around and remained silent, and all the drinkers silently bowed their heads—this boy has been in the ring for several days in this restaurant, and he has never been invincible under the sword. He has two brushes under his command, so he can't complain about his arrogance.
But someone suddenly laughed.
"Hey, what do you mean by wings and swords?" Meng Fuyao lay on the table, laughing loudly and asked Ya Lanzhu, "What kind of wings are compared? A pair of ducks? A pair of egrets? Or a pair of bats?"
Ya Lanzhu blinked, "Could it be a pair of chicken wings?"
The two of them laughed so loudly that they slapped the table and the benches, the restaurant was silent, they all looked at Meng Fuyao with pity - this kid didn't know the heights of heaven and earth, and dared to offend the successor of the Thunder Movement Jue, now he might die without a whole body.
Meng Fuyao wiped away tears while laughing, "My dear mother... chicken wings and double swords..."
Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and a sword pointed straight at the tip of Meng Fuyao's nose.
"You dare to humiliate me, Senior Brother Yan? Court death!"