Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

The way of getting along with the four members of the Shadow Gate completely deviated from the way he thought the participating teams should have.

He believes that in all teams, there must be a leader.

The leader must be calm enough, serious enough, and reasonable enough.

but……

"Okay, okay, Oakes, don't be angry. Look, there are all your favorite things on the table."

Mimis patted Oakes on the shoulder with a smile, and pointed to a pile of delicacies brought by Muyan and Mu Xuecheng on the table.

Oakes grumbled and turned his head to take a look.

After this one glance, he could no longer move away.

Oakes' stomach growled in disappointment.

He looked at the three girls aggrievedly, sighed randomly, grabbed the steamed buns on the table, and stuffed them into his mouth one by one.

His mouth was full of food, but he still said out loud, "I'm such a good man, so I forgive you."

After hearing what he said, Mimis clapped her hands happily.

He Zifu looked at the four very happy people very incomprehensibly.

Thinking back to my breakfast these past few days, they were not allowed to make too much noise even while eating.

Because at the table, dining etiquette must be followed.

There are always many red tapes in the Dikun Sect, but none of the disciples expressed dissatisfaction with this. They are all very willing to abide by all the rules of this sect.

He Zifu lowered his head and began to drink porridge quietly.

Contrary to the laughter and noise of the four disciples of the Shadow Sect, the four disciples of the Dikun Sect were all silent, drinking porridge to themselves.

At the same time, two teenagers in red also walked into the cafeteria.

As soon as the boy in red raised his eyes, he saw the Dikun Gate in the corner.

The two teenagers paused for an instant, looking very vigilantly at the Dikun Gate who was sitting silently in the corner.

It seemed that their gaze was too hot, causing He Zifu to raise his head.

He Zifu glanced at them blankly, and after realizing that the eyes staring at him came from these two people, He Zifu didn't pay much attention.

He continued to blow his head down to drink porridge.

Of the two red-clothed teenagers standing aside, one of them clenched his palm into a fist.

He gritted his teeth and glared at He Zifu angrily, as if he was very dissatisfied with his attitude.

"That's it!"

The man beside him immediately grabbed his clenched fist, blushed, and stared at him nervously.

"Brother Fengtian, let's not argue with them."

The man beside him said this with a smile on his face.

There was a purple bruise at the corner of Huo Fengtian's mouth, and he could feel the pain on his cheek just by gently pulling the corner of his mouth.

And all of this is because of that brat.

Huo Fengtian looked at He Zifu very displeased, but yesterday's game was still vivid in his memory, and he still had lingering fears.

The little boy was far more lethal than he looked.

It's just that he never showed it, or in other words, he always kept it in reserve in this monster conference.

Huo Fengtian underestimated the enemy yesterday, and attacked him with a smile.

Who would have thought that before his fireball touched him, there would be a force attacking him in an instant.

He was punched.

The fist landed on the corner of his mouth, very powerful, but controlled just right, it just made the corner of his mouth turn blue.

This is the terrifying self-control of the Dikun Sect.