Lan Wangyou: “???” What does it have to do with me? You’re really good at passing the buck!
He said, "Cheng Xiaoxiao, how about I buy you a mirror!"
Cheng Xiaoxiao looked at him puzzledly, "Brother, why did you suddenly think of giving me a mirror?"
Lan Wangyou grinned, "I think you should take a good look at your face to see if it's the face that's left home."
Cheng Xiaoxiao smiled, "No need, you can keep it for yourself!"
Lan·Old Man·Wangyou: “???” Is twenty-seven already an old man in this world?
Lan Wangyou thought this was too ridiculous.
He looked at the chicken-foot-basin guys who were being beaten. To be honest, he also wanted to beat Cheng Xiaoxiao up.
but……
He didn't dare, on the one hand because he was afraid that his master would give him loving education, and on the other hand he couldn't bear to do it.
Lan Wangyou didn’t understand. Was there really no one who told her?
Men also don't like being called old.
Especially a man like him who is handsome, talented, and highly accomplished.
…
Kamikawa Yamamoto looked at the man in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently twice.
What the hell?
You had a fight with your woman and you come to hit me?
Do I look like a sucker?
Kamikawa Yamamoto roared, "She said you're old, why are you causing trouble for her!"
Lan Wangyou shook his head honestly, "I don't dare, so let's have a sparring match! I promise you that I will never take your life."
Kamikawa Yamamoto: Thank you!
Then, under the strong pressure of Lan Wangyou, Kamikawa Yamamoto attacked him.
Then……
That’s all.
All that was heard was Kamikawa Yamamoto's painful howl.
"Stop fighting, didn't we agree to spar?"
"It's a sparring match! Otherwise you would have died long ago."
"But I've already fallen down, and you're still hitting me?"
"You haven't surrendered, so of course I can't stop. This is out of respect for you."
Kamikawa Yamamoto: Damn it, fuck respect.
He immediately said, "Surrender, I surrender!"
Lan Wangyou smiled, "I won't accept surrender!"
Kamikawa Yamamoto was angry.
after……
He was knocked to the ground by Lan Wangyou's punch and lay there for a long time without getting up.
Kamikawa Yamamoto: If I had known this would happen, I would never have come to the Golden Triangle.
Lan Wangyou, having let out his anger, rubbed his wrist and sighed softly, "Sure enough, fighting the Japanese is so comfortable."
…
Ten minutes later.
Cheng Xiaoxiao's ears were filled with screams of "Ouch, ouch!"
She looked at Lan Wangyou who was walking towards her and said from the bottom of her heart, "Brother, I was wrong!"
Lan Wangyou rolled her eyes at her, "What's wrong?"
Cheng Xiaoxiao apologized sincerely, "I shouldn't have called you old, I'm sorry!"
Lan Wangyou raised his hand and flicked Cheng Xiaoxiao's head. "It's okay. I forgive you."
Cheng Xiaoxiao covered her forehead and looked at Lan Wangyou accusingly.
"Hahaha..." Lan Wangyou ignored him, laughed and walked away.
"Hmph!" Cheng Xiaoxiao snorted coldly and kicked the ground.
"Ouch!" A scream was heard, which scared Cheng Xiaoxiao. She looked down and saw Kamikawa Yamamoto lying on the ground with his body curled up.
Cheng Xiaoxiao kicked Shangchuan Yamamoto again without saying anything, "You're lying here blocking my way."
After saying that, Cheng Xiaoxiao walked past him.
Before passing out, Kamikawa Yamamoto thought for the Nth time why he met these two perverts.
At this time, the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect, who had just beaten up the foot basin chicken, were happily cleaning up the battlefield.
For them, today's battle was particularly beautiful.
Not only did they beat up the chicken-foot basin, but they also left with nothing, leaving them with nothing in return. It was really satisfying.
Cheng Xiaoxiao walked up to the Foot Basin Chicken Emperor and looked at his face which was beaten beyond recognition by the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect. In the end, Cheng Xiaoxiao couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Yoshi~" Cheng Xiaoxiao sighed, "You got beaten in a very unique way!"
The Chicken Emperor was lying on the ground, staring at Cheng Xiaoxiao with obvious hatred in his eyes.
It was these people who made him look like this. It was these people who made him spend money but still not be able to bring back his own cultural relics. It was these people who made him lose face in front of his subordinates. It was these people...
The Chicken Emperor slowly clenched his fists.
He must remember every face here carefully, and when he returns to Jiaobenji, he must send the empire's most powerful warriors to assassinate them.
"Ouch~" Cheng Xiaoxiao taunted, "You seem very unconvinced!"
"What?" She came close to the Foot Basin Chicken Emperor and stared at him, "Are you going to kill us?"
Being stared at so suddenly by Cheng Xiaoxiao, the Emperor of Chicken felt his mind go blank.
It was as if Cheng Xiaoxiao's beautiful eyes looked directly into his heart. All his thoughts and ideas were seen by her, and nothing could escape her eyes.
The Chicken Emperor pursed his lips and subconsciously looked away from Cheng Xiaoxiao without answering her.
But it was obvious that Cheng Xiaoxiao didn't intend to let him answer, so she continued, "Don't worry, your idea will never come true."
Why won’t it happen?
The Foot Basin Chicken Emperor thought, "As long as I remember the faces of each of you, it will come true one day."
Just as his thoughts were wandering, he felt a shadow covering his eyes.
The Chicken Emperor raised his eyelids and saw a fist coming towards him.
"Bang!" Cheng Xiaoxiao's fist hit the Foot Basin Chicken Emperor in the face, causing him to faint completely.
Afterwards, she came to the area where the cultural relics were piled up.
Cheng Xiaoxiao punched all the chicken-footed people she met on the road who had not yet fainted, and successfully knocked them unconscious.
After the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect put all the cultural relics together, Cheng Xiaoxiao waved her hand and put everything into the system space.
She looked at the unconscious Foot Basin Chicken people lying on the ground and said to Cheng Mianmian, "Mianmian, delete all their memories of us."
Cheng Xiaoxiao thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, or just tamper with it directly!"
"Here, Mianmian, delete the part where we appear and replace it with people from other countries."
Cheng Mianmian replied, "Sure, but Master, which country should I change to?"
Cheng Xiaoxiao stared at the artifacts and whispered, "Why not change them to something from Great Britain? After all, that would be more convincing."
Cheng Mianmian nodded, "I understand, Master."
As she finished speaking, many beams of light penetrated into the minds of the people in the Foot Basin Chicken Group, and their original memories were quickly erased by these beams of light.
In a moment, Cheng Mianmian shot another beam of light into their minds, and their memories were instantly filled with these beams of light.
The only difference is that the murderer changed from Cheng Xiaoxiao and others to Great Britain and others.
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