Super Comic System - Chapter 670

But because there were too many cultivators, their voices were drowned. When they wanted to rush out, they were stopped by Xiao Zimo in time.

“Xiao Zimo, what are you doing to stop me!”

“Big brother, don’t stop me! My dad is not dead! My dad is not dead!”

Zhang Zeli and Ye Chenfan said excitedly.

“What excitement are you two! If you let other cultivators know that you are their sons, that’s fine! You won’t think about it!” Xiao Zimo grabbed their shoulders with one hand, not allowing They rushed forward, still talking non-stop.

Zhang Zeli and Ye Chenfan also realized this, and both stopped struggling, and began to think about it.

Yes! My father concealed it for so many years and did not tell myself. The purpose is to prevent others from thinking about him and to add some trouble to his father. If he rashly stepped forward, he would definitely be missed by someone with a heart, and he would be arrested by himself. Threatening their parents.

After the two of them figured it out, they glanced at Xiao Zimo apologetically, and felt that he had stopped them in time. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

“Wife, I…I dare not, I dare not…” Ye Nansheng’s ears were dragged desperately by Tu Yue, and he kept begging for mercy.

“I heard that the house is gone, Lao Ye, I think you are itchy, right? It’s the place where Afan was born, so how can it be said that it is gone, see if I can teach you a lesson today!” The more I said, the strength on hand became stronger, and Ye Nansheng frowned in pain, begging for mercy in his mouth:

“Wife, you… listen to me, listen to me, this is what I did to train Afan, he… the five-element holy monarch in him has awakened.”

“Oh? Really? It seems that in the ten years since I left, you have taken Afan well. If you let me know how wronged he was, I can’t spare you.” Tuyue snorted coldly and let go He grabbed his ears and sat back down again.

On the other hand, looking at Liu Ying, she gently pinched Zhang Xiaolou’s shoulder, and said with a smile on her face:

“Husband, I have worked hard for you over the past ten years. I should be very tired to take care of the children by myself! Come, I’ll squeeze your shoulders.”

Liu Ying and Tong Yue’s husband’s approach to each other’s husbands is almost heaven and earth, Ye Nansheng’s eyes are straight on the side, while Zhang Xiaolou glanced at Ye Nansheng with a pleasant smile on his face, and said:

“No hard work, no hard work, the ten forms of ghost feet have been handed over to my son, and I recently checked and his physique has also awakened.”

In the end, Liu Ying and Zhang Xiaolou smiled knowingly and stopped talking, and Liu Ying returned to her seat, taking out her smoking gun and vomiting.

“You two! It’s like this when you come here, my bad old man only has wine to accompany me!” The last person is an old man, I saw him pat his waist, don’t draw a beautiful gourd on his waist The arc of Wang fell into his hand, he unplugged the plug on the gourd, raised his head, a warm liquid suddenly poured out of the gourd, and rushed into his throat along his mouth.

The old man took a sip of wine, burped full, his face was reddish, and he sat staggeringly on the jade chair in front of him.

Click!

Behind him appeared a white strip of cloth, which read:

Drunk and smiling passers-by speak in dreams, and Xi Tianmu travels around the world.

“He… is a beggar, drunk… drunk!”

“Is he the one who owns the head of the twelve instruments and is intoxicated by the gourd…?”

“The gourd in his hand is the first of the twelve artifacts, intoxicated!”

“It’s really him, so now, the 20 superpowers of the God of War list have now come to 18, and there are still two who have not come!”

Whoosh!

Saying that Cao Cao had arrived, at this time, in front of an empty jade chair, a figure was standing.

I saw a dusty aura exuding all over his body. A white ancient costume was swaying from side to side. Holding a feather fan in his hand, he was gently fanning it, which was a bit similar to the wise teacher Zhuge Liang.

With a smile on his slashed face, he turned and sat on the top jade chair.

Click!

Behind him appeared a white strip of cloth, which read:

Don’t come to have a road separated from Xianfan, there are few Buddhas and Kuaixian.

“He… he is the fairy of Fan, Mu Chen!”

“Well, you can tell by looking at the feather fan in his hand and his temperament, absolutely can’t be wrong, he is Fanzhong Xian Muchen!”

“There is a saying circulating in the rivers and lakes, it is better to be a Buddha and a **** than to Muchen!”

(PS: The ling refers to flattery.)

“He is Fan Zhongxian Mu Chen, he really looks so handsome!” The female cultivators below all looked at Mu Chen who was sitting on the top jade chair.

But no matter what, he didn’t see them directly, instead, he kept staring at a person from his side in the fan.

“Our handsome guy is finally here. Fortunately, I will be lucky! In the past few years, Shenlong has never seen the end~www.mtlnovel.com~ Why…going to find a girlfriend?” Gui Ziyan shook her fan and watched. Mu Chen smiled and said.

“No, no, no, Miss Ziyan was wrong, Xiaosheng… just retreats and didn’t seek a spouse, besides… Xiaosheng already has someone in his heart and won’t seek a spouse anymore.” Mu Chen lightly shook his hand. Lupin, with a light mouth raised, said calmly, giving people the feeling of a weak scholar.

“Really? I have been lucky to be your wife for three lives! The little girl congratulates you here first.” Gui Ziyan’s face was full of smiles, but she didn’t know whether it was a sweet smile or a bitter smile.

“Thanks to Girl Ziyan, Xiaosheng plans to show his heart after the battle for the ranking is over.” Mu Chen said with a smile while compiling with both hands.

“Now there are nineteen people here, and there is only one old Maoshan Road who hasn’t appeared. I think he…a handful of old bones, I guess he can’t move!” Ye Zhiqiu stroked his beard and said with a smile. .

“Bald donkey, dare to say bad things about me while I’m not here, I caught me now, what can you say!” Ye Zhiqiu’s voice just fell, an angry voice came from the sky, and then a figure appeared. By his side.

I saw the visitor was an old man, wearing a golden robe, carrying a sword with a golden scabbard behind him, sword eyebrows and star eyes, and the two-faced Hu was too angry, and his eyes were fixed on Ye Zhiqiu.

“Old Maoshan, don’t you know that you are late? You let our group of people wait for you!” Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the old man in front of him and said with a smile.

“Humph!” The old man snorted coldly, and sat down on the jade chair next to him.

Click!

Behind him appeared a white strip of cloth, which read:

The sword dances along the road and the spring snow, and the soul and dream sound like a dragon.

“Dushanzi!”