MTL - Dumb Please Take a Seat-Chapter 428 i am the rules

  Chapter 428 I am the rule

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Little Lord?

  Young master of the Gu family?

  Jiang Xiying also didn't care to look at the hypocrisy of the old guy from the Gu family, and opened his eyes wide to see the purple figure who had already approached the main seat.

   Is that Gu Zhi?

   No, it's not.

  He remembered hearing Jiang Fei and Gong Jiuan say that Gu Zhi was just a side branch young master, and he was a chess puppet raised by the old guy in front of him.

  You know, how could Gu Shihuai, who cares about power like this and wants to solder himself to that high position, give up his seat so easily to someone?

   Or a junior character?

  Gu Shihuai could clearly see the change in Gu Shihuai's face just now.

   Obviously, the "young master" who came was someone he dared not make mistakes.

  Jun Gu's eyes fell on the slim and straight figure, under the broken hair on his forehead, there was a pair of deep Wangtan.

   In the deepest part, there is a bit of thoughtfulness circulating.

  Young master...?

   According to rumors, no one knows, no one knows, and no one has ever seen the Lord of the Ancients.

  Because that is the highest authority in the entire Hidden Sect, in the entire clan, it is like the ancient kings, who are really counted as one person under one person and above ten thousand people, such a person never shows up in front of the public easily.

  Because the entire Gushi Yinmen will not appear in the public's sight.

   Or in other words, even if they are under your nose, you may not know that he is from Gu Shi.

   I never thought about today's trip, but also seeing this strange and erratic figure.

  His eyes slightly curved together.

  Jun Gu looked at the noble and unparalleled man, the tip of his tongue slid gently across the inside of his lips.

  The fundus of the eyes is deep.

  The footsteps are long, and when Gong Jiu takes a silent step, the flowing gauze hanging on the ground behind her moves slowly.

   Like water waves.

   Someone came in, holding an off-white blanket in his hand.

  As early as when she came in, the man who had been motionless and aimed his gun at Jun Gu saw her, his pupils shrank and he lowered his hand subconsciously.

  The chief seat where Gu Shihuai sat was soon put down a blanket.

   This is blatant contempt and ridicule.

  Gu Shihuai had an old face, and the dark color under his eyes changed again and again.

  Gong Jiuhan didn't sit up immediately.

  When she walked in front of the man, her feet stopped.

  Youyou turned around, his eyelids drooped, and his eyes fell on the things he held in his hand.

   Then turned sideways.

   This action left her only a side face in the sight of Jun Gu and others, so the manjusawa behind the woman's earlobe reflected her fair and clear complexion without any concealment, and appeared in her eyes.

   Wrapped in delicate dark.

   Come to life.

  Beauty born toward darkness is thrillingly wild and cool.

  She bent down lightly, and her slightly cool fingers passed over the back of the man's hand, causing a cold shudder.

   That's an astonishing taste.

  A man knows who the person in front of him is, and even more so, what kind of temperament the person in front of him has.

  He could only lower his eyes with trembling eyelids, and looked down at the person in front of him taking things away from his hands effortlessly.

  Then, that lazy and cold voice enveloped his head, the tone was very light:

   "Who did you refer to just now?"

  The man bowed his head and nodded, his drooping face was numb and cold. He didn't answer her words, but called out respectfully, "Young Master."

   But if you look carefully, you can see his forehead, which is covered by the loose hair, is oozing dense sweat.

  Gong Jiuan has never been a patient person.

  The pitch-black object was tainted with a chilling and bloodthirsty atmosphere, but she casually held it in her hand and played with it, placing it in front of her eyes.

   Did not get the desired answer.

  Under the mask, the eyes are dull.

  She seemed to be wondering, and even the ending sound was cold and thin: "Huh?"

  Under the man's straight and loose body, his soul trembled because of this temperatureless light.

  Even Gu Shihuai's confidant who has been trained for many years, every time he faces this person in front of him, he is frightened from the soul.

   But he couldn't show anything.

   He could only bite the bullet and raise his eyes, looking at the noble young man sitting on the first seat on the left.

  Gu Shihuai's eyes were gloomy, and the corner of his mouth curled up like a kind smile:

   "It's rare for the young master to come to my old man, so why do you want to help me discipline my subordinates?"

   Implications: This is my person. Although you are the head of the clan, you are still far behind.

  He smiled and said: "Why don't you give me a face as a parent and let me go down and teach myself a good lesson."

   It's a pity that he seems to have forgotten that Gong Jiuhan never gave him even half of his face.

  The man casually playing with the pistol turned his head to look at him, the blood in his deep eyes was like Manjushahua behind her earlobe, spreading little by little: "Did I let you talk?"

   Really thought she was an elder if she called her an uncle?

  Gushi Huai's face froze.

  Jiang Xiying who was on the side enjoyed watching it, and he had a high opinion of this young master of the Gu family.

  He smacked his mouth, leaned over his head and quietly poked the calm person sitting beside him:

   "Did you see that, it's called not giving face."

  Arrogant, arrogant, although he can quarrel with this old guy, he definitely doesn't dare to be so unscrupulous.

   After all, he is also an elderly person, and he is still a person who can threaten them, so he is somewhat merciful in his mouth.

  Jun Gu didn't say anything.

  The beautiful lips were parted, forming a slight curvature.

   Can't see any emotion.

   He just watched the scene in front of him coldly as if he was watching a play, and his eyes were stained with indistinct interest.

  I didn't know the young master of the Gu family, so I asked what he was doing.

  The man glanced at Jun Gu foreshadowing, and Gong Jiu played with the things in his hand lightly with brows and eyes, and turned to face the person sitting down.

  In such a complicated situation, the young man remained calm, with a familiar elegant scroll on his face.

  The tails of his eyes were slightly reserved and refined.

  The expression is indifferent, like a nobleman, but he has a feeling of abstinence.

  The eyes of the two collided, and neither side did anything to avoid it.

  Jun Gu raised his brows slightly, and his eyes seemed to have changed slightly.

  He saw that it contained extreme indifference, mixed with wild indifference.

   It's hard to imagine that such ruthlessness would exist in such a woman.

   After all, even boys find it difficult to control this temperament.

  In his impression, there was only one person.

   is the little thing in his club.

   "The son of the Jun family?"

  The lazy voice passed through the golden mask, and then fell through the distant air.

  Jun Gu collected his thoughts, and leaned back lazily: "Is it an honor to teach the young master to remember?"

  The man behind the mask parted his lips slightly, and said in a calm tone: "That's the guest."

"I didn't expect to see the young master himself here today," Jiang Xiying regained a somewhat casual appearance, folded his hands on his chest, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and smiled when he spoke: "I didn't even expect In the young master's eyes, we can be guests."

   After all, they were indeed enemies of the entire Gu family before.

  Even if it was accidental injury.

  But looking at it today, she can feel that the young master Gu who suddenly appeared has no hostility towards them.

   Gong Jiuhan seemed to be chatting casually: "In conclusion, there are two hosts in this capital."

  The eyes in her mask are deep gangsters, and when she speaks, she always speaks in a low-pitched tone, making it impossible to hear any emotions, and she is wrapped in the coolness of a superior.

  Jun Gu saw her raise her pitch-black hands.

   Without looking back, he put the muzzle of the gun on the shoulder of the person behind him with his backhand.

  The wrist moved, the muzzle of the gun slid down, and it stopped on the man's shoulder blade in an instant.

  Ruyu's finger hooked lightly on the trigger.

  Under the mask, the facial features are cold.

"boom-"

   Without any pauses.

   Without any hesitation.

  The sound of bullets passing through the flesh, the man behind her grunted.

  Jiang Xiying tilted his head and looked over, the man's face was already pale.

  He froze.

  Jun Gu raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

   Although the young master of the Gu family is a woman, she is a ruthless master.

  Being able to knock off a person's hand without changing his face, this kind of ruthlessness is really eye-catching.

"Little Lord!"

  My own person was crippled in front of him, and the smirk on Gu Shihuai's face could no longer be maintained, and it faded away visibly to the naked eye, replaced by a gnashing of teeth.

   "Isn't it too unruly for you to act like this in front of me, an old man?"

  The man's right arm hangs down by his side with no strength, and there is a large amount of blood spreading on his shoulder blade.

   It was the hand holding the gun pointed at Jun Gu.

  That drooping face is now filled with pain.

  Jiang Xiying was sitting, and when she raised her eyes, she could see clearly.

  He once again closed his eyes indifferently, and a dull color officially surfaced.

  Gu Clan is indeed a fearsome existence.

   Pounding the hand holding the gun, Gong Jiu sat down in the main seat in a slow and orderly manner, carelessly arranging the fingers of the skirt like jade.

  She leaned back against the back of the chair and looked up at the silver-haired old man on crutches.

   "Uncle Huai is still old after all," his tone was calm but arrogant: "Forget about the whole clan, I am the rule."

  Gu Shihuai's eyes were unsightly and dark.

  The cracking viciousness almost came up loudly, but was suppressed by him again.

   Angry.

   Unwilling.

   humiliation.

  Countless such words spread and flash, but none of them are enough to describe Gu Shihuai's mood when facing Gong Jiu's silence.

  From the moment the young master Lao Shizi came in, the Meng Ran behind Jun Gu was completely dazed, and he was stunned for a long time under the strong oppressive aura of this person.

  Hearing this sentence at this moment, countless "I rely on" soared in my heart.

  Jiang Xiying cursed in her heart.

  As a person who has seen the world, it is rare for him to be shocked by the madness of this young master of the Gu family, and a few words kept spinning in his mind: What a ****!

   The huge space once seemed very quiet.

  Gong Jiu glanced at Gu Shihuai's extremely ugly face indifferently, and looked sideways at the person sitting on the left with slightly lowered eyelids.

   "I have some important discussions with Uncle Huai, so I won't keep a few."

  My own dog had to close the door to clean up.

  Looking from Jun Gu's position, she was black and slightly curled up on the back of her neck, and several strands fell messily on the manjushahua.

  The contrast between red and black and white makes the demonic pattern even more gorgeous and eye-catching, as if it is alive.

  Jiang Xiying was taken aback.

  This, is this driving them away?

  Let them go so easily?

  He was very surprised.

  Then for the opponent, what is the significance of doing this game?

   "Are you driving us away?"

  Gong Jiu looked at him quietly: "Why, do you need me to be more obvious?"

  Jiang Xiying: …

  That's unnecessary!

  Different from Jiang Xiying's confusion, Jun Gu, who knows the twists and turns, has a clear mind.

  He stands up from his seat.

  Xin Chang's voice was tall and majestic, and it became taller in an instant, wrapped in a noble air.

  Before leaving, Jun Gu lowered his eyes to look at the person on the main seat. The distance was not too far, and he could vaguely see the blood in the eyes of the other person.

  Through the lens, Gong Jiu could not clearly see the emotion in his eyes.

  Just seeing the person with slightly pale lips, he suddenly put his lips into a smile: "Young Master's hospitality suits my heart very well."

  He was referring to the fact that she abolished the man's hands.

   When leaving, Jiang Xiying still couldn't help turning her head and glanced at the people in the chief seat.

   Eyes full of inquiry.

  I don't know why, this young master of the Gu family always gives him the illusion of an old friend.

  Out of the room, Meng Ran followed Jun Gu and called out.

   "Master."

  The steps under his feet slowed down a bit, Jun Gu raised his hand, and tapped his fingers lightly.

  Looking dumbfounded, he took half a step back.

  Jiang Xiying, who had been lost in thought all the way out, suddenly slapped her head.

   "Oh, I forgot the most important thing!"

  Jun Gu Youyou looked at him.

  Jiang Xiying said: "I forgot to ask the name of this young master of the Gu Clan!"

  His information is missing the owner's family.

   Good night~

  

  

  (end of this chapter)