Chapter 3187
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You Beast Trafficker (4)
Inside the main tent, Zhen Xiaoxiao and Small Gruel were enjoying their time alone. Outside the main tent, some of the brothers who had been friends for a long time met again for the first time.
"You're Rat?"
Old Leopard, Silver Hook, Candle Yin, the sea beast, and the other brothers who jumped out of the bodies of the ten women all had subtle smiles on their faces.
Even though Old Leopard had long fallen into Mei Rou's gentle embrace, even though Yinggou was very satisfied with his new master, Yingzhao, even though the Silly Adorable Sea Beast that he had been unable to sell finally had someone to buy it, even though Zhu Yin was extremely interested in the Toxic Dragon Awl in his master Mu Lanyou's hands …
But all of this did not prevent them from realizing that Rat was not Rat, but a beast trafficker, so they surrounded him.
"Little Haozi, how are you?" The beast horn on Big Brother Yingou's head shone brightly, and the fist in his hand emitted a cracking sound.
"I feel that he won't be very good in a while." Candle Dragon squinted and spat out some poisonous smoke from his mouth.
"We're all brothers. Talk nicely." The chubby sea beast quickly picked up a brick from the ground and stuffed it into Silver Hook and Candle Yin's hands.
"You can't blame me. It's all Little White's fault. She's the worst. She's my vicious sister. Go beat her up!"
"Brothers, don't believe him. Rat is a liar, and nothing he says can be trusted. He's the unscrupulous beast trafficker. Not only did he trick us into coming all the way here to support the demonic war, but he also wants us to die in the hands of that scary Little Demon Suppressor! How can Little White and Little Black be the same woman? " The sea beast, who had just been urging everyone to talk nicely, quickly distributed the bricks to everyone and raised a large brick in its hand.
"Let go of me! No, no, no! Sister Yingzhao, save me! "Rat's eyes almost popped out.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
Ying Zhao and Mei Rou grinned as they sharpened their swords and ate melon seeds. In the camp area protected by the Sky Spider Umbrella, the sound of "ah ah" soon echoed. It conveyed a completely different meaning.
Zhen Xiaoxiao's little brother was being beaten up by the beast, but these small noises did not affect Zhen Xiaoxiao's mood at all. Lying on Small Gruel's knees, Zhen Xiaoxiao happily let the ice power on Small Gruel's five fingers soothe the rampaging energy in his body.
Because the power kept surging in his body, disorder and order were fighting against each other crazily. Soon, beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose.
But at this moment, a few coughs came from outside the tent.
"Ahem, Young Master Shen, can Yanqing come in …?"
Fairy Yan Qing, who had a conflicted expression on her face, tightly gripped her skirt as she stood outside Shen Xuezhou's tent in a daze.
"I can't."
Small Gruel didn't even think about it. He was still carefully sorting out the disorderly aura in Zhen Xiaoxiao's meridians. This was similar to the circulation of spiritual energy in the Great Heavenly Cycle, and it hated being interrupted the most.
He had never imagined that he would be rejected so decisively.
Fairy Yan Qing's expression collapsed. After a moment of disappointment, a hint of determination appeared between her brows.
"There's something that I have to say even if you don't want to hear it."
Condensing his aura, Yan Qing stepped towards the camp shrouded in spider phantoms.
"Sigh … Yan Qing, why are you doing this?" Looking at Fairy Yan Qing's back from afar, Patriarch Yan Qing shook his head desperately. How could he not see through her?
However, there were some things that couldn't be forced.
Although Yan Qing was considered one of the best among women in terms of both appearance and cultivation, that Young Master Shen, he... he already had someone in his heart. The facts were right in front of her, so why make things difficult for herself?
Not only did the little brat not get rid of his evil interest in playing the flute, he even leaned against the door every day. As soon as he heard the sound of my typing on the keyboard stop, he would play the flute with all his might … Which family's brat … only plays with his mother? Completely ignoring her grandparents? Weep weep weep weep weep weep.
(End of Chapter)
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