Be Good Chapter 390: The heart is as disturbed as a mad dog

In the dark room, Yuan Changhuan could clearly hear the voices outside.

I was shocked.

Thank you?

Why did Xie Ci come here?

Outside the dark room, Xie Ci glanced at the two teacups on the table.

The expression was cold, and instead of showing the gentle smile of the past, he felt quite aggressive, "Xuanling, where is my wife?"

"Let's go. After the little monk tested the lottery, she left." Xuanling said calmly, waving his sleeves, "Sit."

Xie Ci looked around, but he did not find any trace of his wife.

With a slight frown, he stepped forward and sat down.

Looking at him lightly.

But he didn't speak.

Being thanked by the eyes looked quite guilty, but Master Xuanling, who is used to doing superficial kung fu, didn't show any emotion on his face, "I haven't seen you for many years, your...healed?"

When Xie Ci heard this, his eyes instantly became sharp, "You better shut your mouth tightly, otherwise..."

The threat is clear and undisguised.

The low voice was piercingly cold.

This is the first time for Yuan Changhuan in the dark room to hear Xie Ci speak in such a cruel tone, as if he could crush someone to death in the next second.

What is the reason for a man who has always been so glorious, to threaten a holy monk regardless of his image.

Yuan Changhuan was full of thoughts, but his ears were involuntarily pricked up.

I can't move my body, so it doesn't prevent her from eavesdropping.

"Tell me to shut up, is there any hush money?" A scalp-numbing smile appeared on the delicate face, and he twirled his index finger and thumb, "Speaking of which, you haven't given incense money to our Thousand Buddha Temple for a long time. Already."

"Hush money?" Xie Ci smiled frivolously, "Believe it or not, this son will make you speechless forever."

The words of calmness and leisure, but people have to face up to it.

Xuan Ling was furious.

Threatening with force every time, what can I do if I resign!

He was afraid of this. Since he was beaten by Xie Ci on the ground two years ago, Xuan Ling was frightened to be beaten again.

Changed the topic abruptly, Xie Ci didn't make him feel better, and he didn't make Xie Ci feel better either.

We must avenge the last time we were beaten.

The lips were slightly raised, Xuanling thought of Yuan Changhuan's temperament just now, um, it's enough to thank him for a pot.

Placing her long legs lazily on the table, Qing Mou smiled like a fox, "Speaking of which, I finally know why you have that eccentricity. Madam Ling's jade hands are really beautiful, and it's hard for you to control... "Can't live...

Before he finished speaking, Xie Ci raised his leg and kicked. His already cold voice was eerie and treacherous, like a ghost king climbing up from hell. Every word seemed to choke Xuanling's throat. In an instant, overwhelming coercion hit, making people suffocated.

"Xuanling, I'm afraid you want to die."

"Flop."

The sound of tables and chairs being overturned was heard.

"Hiss, thank you, you are still like a mad dog."

"Does Madam Ling know that you will beat people when you are crazy?"

“…”

There was another crackling sound.

"She doesn't need to know, just you know, don't mess with me, otherwise..."

Xie Ci condescendingly looked at Master Xuanling with a bruised nose and swollen face, and smiled coldly, "This face is quite in line with your deceitful temperament."

"Thank you, you will regret it!"

Xuan Ling gritted his teeth.

He fell to the ground like a raped little daughter-in-law.

"Heh..."

Xie Ci stepped on his hand and left the meditation room.

"Aww..."

An exclamation.

Interrupting Yuan Changhuan's thoughts in the dark room, when she heard Xuanling say thank you for his eccentricity and then mention her hand, Yuan Changhuan subconsciously held his breath.

For a moment, I was in a state of confusion.