Villain: Marry the Goddess of Destiny at the beginning

"Third, what you said is right and wrong."

A flash of unwillingness flashed across Lu Buwei's gloomy eyes.

Since ancient times, sons are more valuable than their fathers. You fool, how can you be superior to me, a big brother, if you rely on your son to become the suzerain?
Lu Buhui didn't think too much, and asked with a smile: "Brother, where did you start with that? If you're right, you're right, and if you're wrong, you're wrong. How can there be something that's both right and wrong?"

Lu Buwei sneered and said, "This time the opportunity is good at the Xin level, but in recent years, the astrology has been disordered, and it is not impossible to make a wrong prediction."

"It's like the chance that happened in our Western Regions the year before last. It was predicted to be a Xin class, but it turned out to be a Geng class."

"After what happened this time, there should have been some disciples from the famous sects coming today, what a pity...!"

Lu Buhui instantly turned into a questionable uncle, "What a pity?"

Lu Buwei cheered up, "It's a pity Changfeng, I don't know what to think, but at this time, I brought a righteous woman back to the sect."

"You know, these top-ranked sects are not comparable to us middle-of-the-road family sects that attach great importance to reputation."

"They don't want to be told by those righteous masters that they took the initiative to show favor, so naturally they won't come to us."

Lu Buhui smiled helplessly, and could only admit it.

The Shenmo Mountain stretches for tens of thousands of miles, and it can be said to be the foundation of their cultivation sects.

No matter the big sect or the small faction, if there is a chance, they will choose a site close to Shenmo Mountain, and every opportunity is also an opportunity for the small sect to make friends with the big sect.

Just like the friendship between Xuejimen and Hehuangu, it was only through a chance ten years ago that they managed to catch up.

Originally thinking about the blessings of the ancestors, this time the opportunity came again, but I didn't expect that my precious son would do this at this juncture.

Bah, a genius like Feng'er from the Xueji sect doesn't bother to curry favor with these big sects!
He could only comfort himself in his heart, but he still couldn't help feeling sorry.

The matter of chance is mysterious and unpredictable. It has happened twice in ten years. Who knows if he will see it for the third time in his lifetime?

Thinking of this, Lu Buhui couldn't help but glance at Lu Changfeng beside him.

Son, can't you do this a few days later?

Lu Changfeng was very happy.

Song Yun'er's postponement of her wedding was originally a matter of embarrassment and thrown at home, but it was regarded as a happy event by everyone, so she laughed without laughing at it.

Coupled with Lu Buhui's explanation, he realized that the act of postponing the marriage had misunderstood the witches.

They thought that he did this to give them a chance, because they were moved by their series of hijacking behaviors, and gave them a chance to become his wife.

When lamenting the sad setting of the big devil, Lu Changfeng couldn't accept his fate, he was doubly nice to Song Yuner, allowing her to enjoy the treatment of his wife in advance.

Now it seems that this trick has finally worked. This time, Hua Xiangrong, Yan Tingting, and Yan Bingbing, the three most aggressive and powerful female devils, should not participate.

As for this kind of family struggle, Lu Changfeng is not interested at all.

He is a peerless villain, a perfect villain, he has done nothing bad, and he has been targeted by a group of destiny protagonists and children of luck.

If there is another demon version of Lin Feng and Xiao Yan inside, his good life will be completely hopeless.

And the situation of fighting within the family is not so perverted.

At ordinary times, the big deal is tit for tat, slapping tables, mixing benches, and at best, fighting in private.

There is no such thing as internal family hatred that must kill the other party.

In the face of showing talent, he was not bullied by his cousins ​​as a waste, and no one in the family wanted to kill him.

Normally, outsiders would laugh at him, but Lu Changshun, who likes to fight, rushed forward to fight for him.

On the contrary, after his talent was revealed, the relationship between him and Lu Changshun gradually became estranged, and they always had to fight if they had nothing to do.

But he believes that if there is an invasion by foreign forces, he will still stand with him, and fight against the enemy together.

After all, those who always want to kill each other are the monopoly of the protagonists. He is a big villain, and he is in collusion with his brothers and friends to bully the protagonist's life together.

Taking a friendly glance at Lu Changshun, who was strong and strong beside him, he snorted coldly and looked at Lu Buwei.

"Father, don't you have friendship with the third elder of Kumuya, who is ranked thirteenth, why don't you take this opportunity to invite him over?"

As he spoke, he looked at Lu Buhui who looked at a loss.

"Third Uncle managed to get on the line of Sovereign Hua, but when he left last time, no one else came back, so you can only rely on your old man to invite someone to come over to support the facade."

"Otherwise, if this opportunity arises, but no one from the famous family comes, and outsiders know about it, it means that we are exhausted."

Lu Buwei pretended to be angry and snorted coldly, "Do I still need you to teach me to do things for my father? I have already written a book, and it should be about the time."

"Fearless brother!"

At this moment, a voice came from the sky. It was powerful and powerful, and it was the power to transform a god into a small realm.

In the blink of an eye, a skinny old man came up to him with three young disciples. He was wearing a green magic robe and was very domineering.

Under his feet is a sword that looks like dead wood but has a green light. It looks like an earth-grade magic weapon.

Lu Buwei glanced at Lu Buhui beside him, sneered, took him down and said, "Brother Xuanmu, I thought you weren't coming."

Xuanmu's position in Deadwood Cliff is not considered top, that is, he is in charge of a dying branch, living a life of eating and waiting for death.

But in this world, the distribution of resources is extremely unfair. The further you go, the greater the difference in strength between sects.

Just like this blood extreme sect, although it ranks No. 100 among more than 30 sects, its strength is not slipping, and it is one step away from ordinary sects.

If it weren't for the title of Lu Changfeng, the peerless villain, many people in the sect would have almost forgotten what this sect is for.

Now that he, the thirteenth-ranked elder, came here for this matter, it was already a great honor.

"Brother, I didn't want to come because of such an unfortunate incident in your sect, but for your sake, brother, I still came."

No!

When Lu Buwei heard this, he felt that the tone seemed a bit wrong.

How can it be called unfortunate? Shouldn't the focus be on mocking Lu Changfeng?
"Brother Xuanmu, I also know that my nephew did such a thing at such a time, indeed..."

Lu Buwei hadn't finished speaking, but found that his brother Xuanmu, with those old eyes, was looking at Lu Changfeng greedily.

Isn't this kid only attractive to witches? How come even elders of this level...

You old glass, it's no wonder why you wrote some weird and sloppy words in the letter, could it be, could it be...

"Brother Xuanmu!"

"En!" Brother Xuanmu came back to his senses, "Brother Fearless, wait a moment, I have a few words that I want to say to your nephew, Lu Changfeng."

"no!"

Even if Lu Buwei went deep into the sea, he really couldn't bear it anymore. I invited you here today to help me pretend, not to slap me in the face.

"Brother Xuanmu, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it later, how about letting Chang Shun take you to the Zongli to rest for a while?"

"No, it's too late to tell!"

Brother Xuanmu felt a little out of breath.

"late?"

Lu Buwei felt that something was wrong with his ears.

"No, no." Xuan Mu wanted to explain, "Hey, I can just say one sentence, just one sentence, if there are too many, I'm a bastard!"

Lu Buwei was speechless...!
What the hell, why does it feel like I have invited an old fan for this nephew, so I almost waved the flag and shouted.

fans?

rice flour?

Why did I think of this word? Is it because I was too excited this morning and didn't have breakfast?
"That Mr. Lu!"

Amid doubts, Xuan Mu had already pulled a handsome male disciple forward.

"According to the rules, sects like yours who are ranked in the [-]th place need to team up with other sects to participate in this kind of opportunity. Do you think my disciple can do it?"

Lu Changfeng was also helpless.

After finally getting rid of a few witches, why is there such an old man who is so enthusiastic about him?

Didn't the uncle invite him here just to take the opportunity to slap himself in the face? Could it be that he invited the wrong person?

Hey, with this nonsense villain setting, it is estimated that such an opportunity will be difficult to come by.