This Patriarch Is Kind of Adorable

“You there, junior fellow disciple.” “Junior fellow disciple your sister!” “Senior brother?” “Senior brother your brother-in-law!” “Martial uncle??” “Martial uncle your grandma’s leg!” The moment the words left his mouth, Gu Jiu’s sword shot forward. “Su Chen, if I don’t kill you today, then I, Gu Jiu, am your senior brother!” Gu Jiu asked himself honestly: even if his chest was as flat as a board, surely this guy couldn’t call him a man. He was wearing women’s clothes, for crying out loud! Women’s clothes! Clothes! Clothes!