Tomorrow, stop

Just when Zhou Ming wanted to teach those ungrateful servants a lesson, Master Qingfeng shouted and stopped Zhou Ming. It was obvious that Master Qingfeng had already seen that his great disciple had a murderous aura. If he didn't stop him, he would have to see blood from no matter what he said today.

Master Zhou Ming's anger was still not gone, so he turned around and looked at Master Qingfeng who was walking towards him. He was about to say something, but when he saw Master Qingfeng waved to him, signaling him to go behind him, tomorrow, you can't be so rude, why don't you retreat quickly?

It was Master Zhou Ming who turned his head and glared at Zhao Yuanwai and others, snorted coldly, picked up the clothes on the ground, and walked behind Master Qingfeng angrily. Until now, he had not figured out who was the one who came here. He first knocked on the door of his home, and then spoke rudely to himself and his master. He was really rude.

Taoist Qingfeng walked slowly to Mr. Zhao, gave a deep salute, and said politely: Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao, my disciple is still young and has a hot temper. He has hit Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao has a large number of them. Please forgive me, this unscrupulous disciple.

When Mr. Zhao saw Zhou Ming being shouted out by Master Qingfeng, he immediately became energetic. He tidied up his clothes, and his big belly flashed out of the crowd. He looked arrogant and said to Master Qingfeng: Old Master Qingfeng, your disciple is too incompetent, and you should discipline him well in the future. It is like a dog raised at home. You must also tie it up to avoid it from biting people.

Fatty, you are so fucking angry. Look at me, I must beat you to the wall and I can't pick you out.

Zhou Ming's anger was ignited again in an instant. This fat man's speech was so annoying that it was really unbearable. Zhou Ming's teeth clattered and his fists were tightened. When had you ever had such a cowardly breath? You must teach this fat man a good lesson. But when Zhou Ming leaned forward, he was about to run towards Mr. Zhao. Unexpectedly, he was pulled by the Qingfeng Zhuang in front of him and he was about to pull his sleeves. Tomorrow, don't be rude and hurry up and retreat.

Master, this fat man, humiliated me twice in a row. How could the disciple swallow this anger? You, don’t worry, and Zhou Ming wanted to break free from Taoist Qingfeng’s hand. Unfortunately, the hand grabbed him tightly like an iron pliers, and could not break free at all.

Master, don’t catch the disciple. You should teach this fat man a lesson if you say anything today, otherwise your disciple will vomit blood today. Zhou Ming’s anger can’t be suppressed.

Left away, Master Qingfeng looked at Zhou Ming, and his face became gloomy. These two words were said in a low and slow manner, but they were full of weight. It formed a deterrent force invisibly, forcing Zhou Mingxin to be afraid. From childhood to adulthood, Zhou Ming had never seen his master speak to him in this tone. It was obvious that his master was also angry.
Chapter completed!