Son-in-law From Dark World

"Darling, did you sleep well last night?"    

Qin Feng smiled. He took the egg from Ye Meiyun's hand and put it on the table with his mouth twitching.    

"Not bad, I just had a wuxia dream for half a night, but I can still hear Black Tiger trying to get his heart out. It seems like it was caused by me reading a wuxia novel yesterday."    

Ye Meiyun shook her head, looking very tired. It seemed that she didn't even know what had happened last night, so she thought she was dreaming.    

It was all the old Daoist's fault for being dishonest in his words. No wonder he was as tired as a dead dog.    

Thinking of this, Qin Feng raised his head and scanned the surroundings, but didn't find any trace of the old Taoist, so he was a bit confused.    

"Oh right, the old mister and the auntie next door went to the dance together. There's no need to wait for him, let's eat first."    

Ye Meiyun carried the last two bowls of congee to Qin Feng and then sat down next to him. She picked up a radish and fed it to him as if it was a lovely wife.    

Qin Feng cursed in his heart, this disloyal old Taoist actually left him alone to deal with Ye Meiyun's dark cooking. When they catch him, they will have him return it tenfold.    

While thinking in his heart, he had a blissful expression on his face. Qin Feng ate the radish in one bite. It was sweet and slightly sour, so it was alright to eat it.    

As he thought of this, he picked up his rice bowl and gulped it down. As he ate, tears flowed down his face.    

"What's wrong, Qin Feng, what are you crying for?"    

Ye Meiyun asked doubtfully.    

Qin Feng looked up and swallowed the last mouthful of the porridge. Then he said, "It's so delicious. I'm so touched. Meiyun, don't make breakfast for me anymore. I will feel sorry for you."    

Ye Meiyun shook her head and pushed another bowl of congee in front of Qin Feng. "Eat as much as you want. It's rare for me to cook for you, so it's only right that I have to. Who told you to make me your …"    

Ye Meiyun didn't say anything at the end. Qin Feng heard it and felt as if his heart was scratching like a cat. He quickly picked up the porridge and gulped it down in a few bites.    

"What is mine?"    

After finishing the porridge, Qin Feng asked with a smile on his face, full of anticipation.    

Ye Meiyun smiled. With a misty look in her eyes, there was a trace of allure. When Qin Feng saw it, his body trembled and he felt as if his soul was about to burst out of his body.    

This was simply bewildering.    

Ye Meiyun pushed a plate of burnt eggs over with her white hands and said, "Of course it's your old man …"    

It was still the broken sentence, but Qin Feng was unable to stop himself. He casually picked up the plate and threw the egg into his mouth. He even filled up the black oil on the plate and asked expectantly, "Old what?"    

"My wife!"    

Ye Meiyun pushed the last plate of eggs over again and held it with both hands. She stared at Qin Feng with an encouraging look.    

However, Qin Feng nearly snot flowed out of his nose when he heard the address. However, he lost interest when he saw the plate of eggs.    

But now, with Young Lord Ye staring at him, he could only bear with it and eat the egg.    

"Alright, hurry up and go to school. Qin Feng, it's been hard on you. After this period of time, I'll accompany you every day. I'll cook for you, then we'll go for tourism and shopping together."    

Hearing that, Qin Feng nodded furiously. He didn't dare to say anything else, and just as he was about to leave, he took a packet of paper and hurriedly ran out of the house.    

He knew that he wouldn't be able to escape from a stomach attack today.    

So instead of taking the bus, he took a taxi to Lanling University,    

When he arrived at the entrance, he saw a duck neck shop that seemed to be paying the bill and was about to ask about it.    

Suddenly, over ten youths stood in front of him, blocking his path.    

The group of youths had their heads covered in white cloth. Some of them had black belts around their waists, and there was a sign of a horizontal bar, making them look like filial children.    

"Mourning, mourning, the dead rest in peace!"    

Qin Feng lowered his head and prayed before taking a detour to leave.    

"What the f * ck are you talking about!"    

Who wouldn't be able to hear what Qin Feng had just said? The young man in the lead stepped forward and blocked his path.    

They were all wearing Taekwondo apparel, but now Qin Feng called them filial uniforms. It was too unlucky. Everyone felt that it was too unlucky this early in the morning.    

The other young men were all furious and immediately surrounded Qin Feng.    

"Nothing much. About that, everyone here is a classmate of Lan Ling, right? Me too, I won't talk much with you. I still have things to do, can I give way for a while?"    

Qin Feng said anxiously as he saw a woman walking out of the duck shop as if she was about to leave.    

"That's right, we are from Lan Ling, and we also know about you, Qin Feng. But we are the most popular people in Lan Ling, the famous Enraged Demon King. Yesterday, we challenged the entire Fengzhou University by ourselves, that was awesome."    

The young man in the lead tilted his neck with an arrogant look on his face.    

Even though he was praising the other party, his attitude was filled with undisguised disdain.    

"You flatter me. It's just a false reputation, not worth mentioning!"    

Qin Feng raised his head and stretched his neck as he watched the shopkeeper get on a car and leave. He was immediately disappointed.    

In the end, he was still a step too late.    

"You're really impolite. Do you think that we are praising you?"    

The young man grabbed the collar of his shirt, revealing his dark green tattoo. It looked like he had a fierce aura about him.    

Qin Feng watched the car leave and sighed. He turned his head and looked the young man in the eye.    

"Did you know about the big matter?"    

The young man extended his finger and poked Qin Feng's shoulder a dozen times.    

"Don't interrupt laozi. Let me ask you, are you the one clamoring to trample on our Taekwondo dojo? Who the hell gave you the courage, tell me!"    

Based on the principle of first quality, Qin Feng didn't even bother to attack when he was able to. He suddenly kicked and landed a kick on his opponent's knee.    

Under the force of an inch, he did not use any strength. Otherwise, he could have broken his opponent's leg with a single stomp.    

After all, if he were to cripple someone in front of the school gate, it would cause trouble for him. He was not afraid of assassinations or assassins, but he was afraid that Lee Yaoyao would come knocking on his door.    

Even so, that kick of his had caused the other party to kneel to the ground. Even so, that knee strike was a form of torture.    

The young man's mouth was wide open and his expression was twisted like a fried dough twist. Cold sweat flowed down his forehead from the pain.    

The surrounding young men still didn't react as they stared wide-eyed at the leader that Qin Feng was walking towards them.    

Qin Feng grabbed the young man's hair and asked with a smile, "What do you want me to tell you? Stand up and talk to you. You have to bend down. It's too tiring."    

With that, Qin Feng grabbed the young man's hair and pulled him up from the ground. When he let go, the young man's legs bent once again and he kneeled on the ground.