Godly Conceited Son-in-law

When Guan Yang came to Song Dizhi's side, he stood there dumbstruck, his hands trembling non-stop. It was obvious that his actions a moment ago had caused his mind to be clouded with rage. Now that he had finally regained his senses, he was naturally terrified.    

    

Guan Yang placed his hand on Tang Wulin's shoulder and comforted him with a pat. At this time, the Fourth Martial Uncle, Xuan Ming, who was in charge of blocking the door, returned with a string of curses.    

    

"Damn, what bad luck! I actually ran into a master of the Creation stage!"    

    

Hearing his words, Guan Yang had already guessed the ending. He intentionally giggled as he stared at Fourth Martial Uncle Xuan Ming and asked in a low voice, "Fourth Martial Uncle, have you completed the mission yet?"    

    

"Eh …"    

    

Guan Yang pretended to be calm as he looked at him, revealing a complacent expression.    

    

"Fourth Martial Uncle, since you're so strong, surely you won't let one of us escape, right?"    

    

Fourth Martial Uncle Xuan Ming lowered his head in embarrassment. He rubbed his nose and said with an embarrassed smile, "Hehe, I secretly slipped away!"    

    

"What?" "I can't believe he slipped away. Fourth Martial Uncle, you're so amazing! How is that possible!" Guan Yang shouted in an exaggerated tone.    

    

Hearing this, Xuan Ming could naturally tell that Guan Yang was deliberately trying to lie to him. Therefore, he shamelessly snorted and stood to the side with his hands on his hips.    

    

"I intentionally let him live, what do you think? Since it's already like this, you little rascal, just let it be! "    

    

Seeing Fourth Martial Uncle Xuan Ming suddenly fall apart, Guan Yang helplessly waved his hand. He changed his expression from before and said in a low voice, "Alright, Fourth Martial Aunt, I won't joke with you. Tell me the truth, who was the one who let go? "    

    

As he spoke of this topic, Fourth Martial Uncle Xuan Ming paused for a moment, his face revealing traces of unease.    

    

"Cough cough, it's the eldest brother of the He clan."    

    

"Holy shit, I could have guessed it right away!"    

    

"He has the strength of a late stage Manifestation stage martial artist, I simply cannot defeat him!"    

    

Guan Yang let out a helpless sigh. Although he didn't take all three brothers of the He family in one fell swoop, he had already done enough. Even if the elder brother of the He family managed to escape by a fluke, he wouldn't have any big prospects.    

    

"Fourth martial uncle, it's getting late. We should go back and rest!"    

    

With that, Guan Yang prepared to leave.    

    

At this moment, the Fourth Martial Aunt, Xuan Ming, suddenly pulled at the corner of his robe.    

    

"Fourth Martial Uncle, what's wrong again?"    

    

Xuan Ming glanced at Song Dizhi, who was standing blankly at the side, and asked in a low voice, "What should we do with him?"    

    

Guan Yang frowned and whispered, "We already agreed that we will help him wash away his shame." As for the rest, it has nothing to do with me! "    

    

"You stinking brat, do you even have a little bit of sympathy? "If we really leave him here by himself, if by any chance elder brother of the He family kills him, he'll become the scapegoat!"    

    

Hearing this, Guan Yang revealed a helpless expression.    

    

"Fourth Martial Uncle, what do you think we should do?"    

    

Xuan Ming chuckled and mysteriously whispered, "Aren't you his master? Then let's continue with what we have to do!"    

    

"Fuck you!" Fourth Uncle, you are becoming more and more like an old fogey! "    

    

"Hehe, there's nothing we can do. We are fellow disciples after all!"    

    

Guan Yang turned his head to look at Song Dizhi who was still standing in the same spot. He felt that it was not appropriate to leave him here alone. Thus, after some thought, he still felt that he had to leave the He family safe zone.    

    

Taking advantage of the night, the three of them drove back to the Blue Luan villa.    

    

"..."    

    

A dreamless night.    

    

When Guan Yang opened his eyes, he was woken up by soft shouts.    

    

In the midst of his drowsiness, Guan Yang felt that the ones who woke him up were the Fang family's two precious twin daughters. Using the exclusion method, it is easy to reach this conclusion.    

    

First of all, Fang Yishan definitely would not personally wake him up. Secondly, even if he sent a servant, from the etiquette, it should be to knock on the door first and wake him up. In the end, if it was Fourth Martial Uncle Xuan Ming, it would have been impossible for him to be so gentle. He would have directly lifted Guan Yang's blanket.    

    

To sum it up, the most likely culprit for the gentle voice that floated into Guan Yang's ears was Fang Lingyue and Fang Lingxue. With their relationship, this was a very normal thing.    

    

Guan Yang, who had his eyes closed, sniffed with his nose. Surprisingly, he did not smell that familiar scent.    

    

Guan Yang was startled, Fang Lingyue's cold and enchanting face popped up in his mind.    

    

No way, how could it be her?    

    

Tsk tsk tsk, she must have some other motive, which is why she was so attentive towards this young master. If that was the case, it would be better to just take advantage of the situation.    

    

Thinking this in his heart, the sleepy and hazy Guan Yang pouted his lips and faintly moved towards the source of the voice. At this moment, the frightened Guan Yang opened his eyes.    

    

Wearing his pajamas, Song Dizhi sat paralyzed on the ground with a frightened expression. Beside him was a rocking stool.    

    

"Why are you here?" Doubt arose in Guan Yang's heart.    

    

"It's already noon. Grand Master Xuanming asked me to come …" Tell Master to wake up. "    

    

Song Dizhi looked at Guan Yang warily. After swallowing his saliva crazily, he ran out of Guan Yang's room as if he had seen the god of death.    

    

When Guan Yang finally reacted, he couldn't wait to rush into Fourth Martial Uncle Xuan Ming's room. Cut him into a thousand pieces.    

    

This damnable old man, he couldn't be bothered to do anything, and had actually arranged for Song Dezhi to wake him up.    

    

After the small farce, the neatly dressed Guan Yang, under the guidance of a servant, arrived at the table.    

    

Sitting on the left was his two precious daughters, while on the right was Fourth Uncle Xuan Ming and Song Dizhi.    

    

Guan Yang gave a few light glances and coincidentally saw a seat beside Fang Lingyue, so he sat on it.    

    

When Fang Yishan saw this, he couldn't help but feel somewhat unhappy.    

    

"Guan Yang, why aren't you sitting with your martial uncle?" Fang Lingxue's eyes were wide open as she asked doubtfully.    

    

Guan Yang smiled and shifted his gaze from Fang Lingyue to her.    

    

"Hehe, if someone is willing to change seats, I would like to sit next to you!"    

    

The words had already been clear enough, and Fang Lingxue's face immediately turned completely red.    

    

"Guan Yang, what nonsense are you talking about!"    

    

Guan Yang smiled and turned his gaze to Fang Yishan who was sitting down. He looked at him seriously and said, "Patriarch Fang. Do you still remember our bet a few days ago? "    

    

"Yes, why?"    

    

"If I remember correctly, I said that day. "As long as I destroy the He clan and give you that land filled with spiritual energy, you will …"    

    

"Guan Yang, you're right. But did you finish the wager? "    

    

Guan Yang frowned. He pretended to be puzzled and asked, "You don't have any?"    

    

Fang Yishan put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand and said with a chuckle, "According to what I know, He Clan Big Brother met up with the Long Clan this morning and is preparing to attack our Fang Clan one day!"    

    

Hearing this, Guan Yang's eyebrows were locked tightly together.