Chapter 1191

The young man immediately changed his face and shouted, "you are so rude to my son. My son can look up to you. It's a blessing you've built for eight generations. You are so unknowable."

Nianwen's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and his mouth was chewing the words of the young man just now: my son can look up to you, which is the blessing you have built in your eight lives... Does his son like her? And now she looks like a man, that is to say, this annoying guy has a habit of breaking his sleeve?

Her eyes grew cold, and they were very bad: "so, what do you want?"

Just as Xiaosi was about to speak, young master Wu stepped forward and pushed him aside, staring straight at the text, saying, "look at you like this, which doctor's Apprentice you should be. I know that the apprentice's life is not easy, so I'd better go back with my son. I want you to eat, drink and enjoy yourself."

"If I don't agree," reads Wen coldly

"No?" Mr. Wu raised his eyebrows, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more sinister: "if you want me, I will not allow you to say yes or no."

She put the medicine box in her hand and brushed her neat sleeves: "then I'll see what you can do."

The young man said to Mr. Wu, "let me come, young man. I'm enough alone. Don't bother you, young man."

Mr. Wu nodded: "take it easy, don't hurt the young man's delicate skin."

Read text sneer "who hurt who is not sure."

The little guy felt that he had been looked down upon. He was very upset. He bullied himself and hit Nian Wen's chest with his fist raised.

Nianwen's feet slipped, and he turned away from the attack of the little guy. He raised his foot and kicked the little guy's ass hard, kicking him to the ground. He fell into shit. The sand on the ground scratched half of his face, and his forehead was also bruised by a stone. The blood flowed and made him grin.

When Mr. Wu saw this, his face changed greatly. He pointed to Nian Wen and said, "you don't want to eat any fine wine."

Read Wen Leng hum: "little nonsense, take out your skills, otherwise, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

Mr. Wu has studied Kung Fu for a few years. Obviously, he is also a master. Otherwise, how dare he speak so loudly in front of him? The more so, the more excited he is. What's rare about what's at hand? It takes some hard work to get something, which makes people like it very much.

"Good, very good. I like your spicy energy." When he spoke, he shook his hand and opened the iron bone fan in his palm. It was like a sharp butcher's knife.

Young master Wu, holding the iron bone fan in his hand, leaped forward and bullied himself.

Nian Wen went out without weapons today. Seeing a branch on the ground, he stretched out his foot and kicked the branch at Mr. Wu and hit the front door directly.

Young master Wu's body shape is tiny, his side is dangerous to avoid, and his mouth is slightly crooked: "that's what you are capable of?" Just as his voice fell, a lump of dark green shit hit his face.

Read the text to smile at a face of cow dung Wu Gongzi: "how? Is it fragrant? "

When did Mr. Wu receive such humiliation? He was furious and said, "I killed you."

He raised the folding fan in his hand, and turned it towards Nian Wen. A small silver needle flew out of the gap between the iron bones and hit Nian Wen.