"Well, Doudou, don't Doudou usually practice here, why are you not here today?"

Qu Baiqiu brought Ye Wuque to find Tang Doudou. When he went to the place where Tang Doudou usually practiced, he saw that there was half of Tang Doudou's shadow there.

This place is a good place with a very good scenery, which is another part of the lake when Ye Wuque and Wang Sheng fought. There are still many traces of firewood burning not far away. It seems that Tang Doudou is grilling and eating here a lot.

She said annoyedly: "This Doudou is not at ease in practicing martial arts normally, and she always loves running around here. For this matter, the master blames her a lot. If this is encountered by those people, what if something happens? It's true, I went out to play at this time."

Ye Wuque stretched his waist and was not worried. Tang Xiaoyou's quirky little girl was not the one who suffered a loss.

In addition, she was very familiar with the mountain. She was almost stepping out of the small path in this area, and nothing would happen.

Ye Wuque curled his lips and said, "Sister Bai Qiu, don't worry so much, okay, Doudou won't have anything to do. Besides, we have never seen those who fired the gun. It's not good to make such arbitrary conclusion, right?

I think we should go back. After all, it is not good if no one looks at Meishanju. It is a trivial matter to get them, but it always makes people uncomfortable, right?

Qu Baiqiu thought about it and Ye Wuque was right. It seemed that he was really worried, and it was really not good if there was no one in the room.

She thought for a while, maybe Tang Doudou might not have gone back, so she pulled Ye Wuque back.

As soon as the two of them returned, they saw a group of six people walking straight towards Meishanju.

Ye Wuque could tell at a glance that these people were not hunters or tomb robbers, but should have come to learn martial arts by visiting their masters.

I saw four bodyguards with big arms, round waists, strong bodies, serious suits and ties, guarding a boy who looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old, carrying many bags of all sizes on his body.

The boy was a typical middle school boy. He had a long-out dated Shamatt plasma hairstyle, dyed it burgundy, shiny and red in the sun, and had a high brightness.

There are five rows of ear studs on the right ear from top to bottom. The style of the ear studs is not repeated, and the inlaid diamonds reflect a fine light, which can blind people's eyes.

Smoky makeup, blue contact lenses, and wearing nose rings made Ye Wuque feel chills and an urge to vomit. This is definitely not fashion or brainlessness.

Even Ye Wuque was not sure whether he was a man or a woman.

The young man looked very arrogant, but it was definitely not easy all the way. He said that sweat had already made this guy's makeup look good, so why didn't hesitate to do anything?

Until he saw that one of the big and round bodyguards was not carrying a bag on his back, but holding a parasol. He knew that it must have been the bodyguard who carried it over.

Ye Wuque was a little sad and angry, thinking that I was a veritable young master, why didn’t I get this treatment? Not to mention bodyguards, I didn’t even have a nanny since I was a child. Even I went up the mountain step by step, and I grindled the bubbles on the soles, and it still hurts a little now.

"Junior Brother Ye, are you guys wearing men or women so good? Are you all the people at the foot of the mountain weird like this? Yes, you see that the clothes he wears are too worn, half of his legs are exposed. This doesn't look like a poor man, why are you wearing such ragged pants?"

Qu Baiqiu rarely goes down the mountain, and it is also a small town at the foot of the mountain. There are not many people like this "vanguard", so I have never seen such a strange dress. His beautiful eyes stared at Shamatt in surprise, couldn't help laughing, and even pulled Ye Wuque's sleeve and asked curiously.

Ye Wuque rolled his eyes. This bastard Shamatt dared to steal my majesty. It was shameless.

This guy probably came to be a disciple because he came to me. I won’t say anything else. I guess he would be lucky if he doesn’t treat him as a monster and kill him. He will never accept him as his apprentice.

He sarcastically said, "Senior sister, don't pay attention to that guy. That guy is a treacherous guy. It's hard to say whether it's a man or a woman."

Ye Wuque looked at Shamatt again, and his clothes were also very unique.

The top is a black vest with a skull on it biting a woman's body. It looks a bit cunning with blood. The tattoo is pretty good, with the green dragon on the left, the white tiger on the right, and there is a string of letters on the chest that I don't know what it means.

He wore a pair of jeans on the lower body, and there was nothing in front of the two pairs of trousers, revealing white thighs, but he pushed the thick leg hair again. It was because of the leg hair of this leg that Ye Wuque was probably sure that he was a man.

When walking, I feel like a gangster, and I wish I could make a move every step.

From time to time, I also took the latest Apple 6s selfies, complaining while taking pictures, "What the hell is there, there is no signal."

Ye Wuque looked a little dull, and then he slapped his chills.

Ye Wuque wanted to try everything about Shamatt back then, but it was because of his mother's threat of obstructing her family and threatening her.

However, now it seems that my mother is right, and she shouldn't do anything randomly. She makes herself so fancy and stupid.

If I had done this back then, I would probably regret it now. When I think about it, my face would get hot.

"Junior Brother Ye, what's wrong with you, aren't you hungry? How can you beat me?" Qu Baiqiu asked with concern when he saw Ye Wuque's slap.

Ye Wuque waved his hand quickly: "No, no, no, I'm not that hungry yet. I'm just a little allergic to this monster, nothing is wrong."

"Hi, hey, how do you speak? Do you know what a monster is? You are a monster? Your whole family is a monster. This is called fashion. Do you know what fashion is? "

Shamatt glared at Ye Wuque with blue eyes and said in disgust.

Ye Wuque was killed. Matt was called a "country bun" and his breath was so full that his chest was so swelling. What a fool, you dare to say that this young master is a "country bun". This young master was also a fashion symbol in the fashion industry at the time. This tone was unbearable.

"Sister Bai Qiu, if I still can't kill this monster later, please pull me."

Ye Chen squeezed out a few words from his teeth, stared at Shamatt with a bad face, stepped forward a few steps, and looked down at Shamatt.

He was almost 1.8 meters tall, but he could look down at Shamatt, whose hair was only 1.7 meters tall, and he was as aggressive as an angry blind bear.

Shamat originally wanted to look at Ye Wuque and crush Ye Wuque with his momentum, but his height was really a shortcoming, and no matter how he blew his beard and stared at him, it would be useless.

Besides, he is arrogant and bullying others. When a rogue is aggressive, he is asking for trouble for others. Ye Wuque is a person who has done this a lot before, so he will naturally not be scared.

Now Ye Wuque is familiar with this skill and has no obstacles. He even suppressed Shamatt, after all, he is tall here.

Seeing that the move that was unfavorable when bullying people in the past was useless today, and the guy on the other side seemed to know the essence of it, he suddenly felt that he couldn't get up and down.

He looked at Ye Wuque, tall and tall. Although he was thin, he was fierce and not a good person, so his aura became a little cowardly.

Shamat snorted coldly, shouting with a stern look on his face: "You, why are you going to grow taller? Why are you a rusty bun and you want to hit me? If you have a genius, you come and dare to try it."

Shamatt is very rampant and is a good player to play scoundrels.

Ye Wuque vowed that if the senior sister Qiubai was not behind him hating violence and killing, and holding herself tightly, she would have beaten this bastard to death, and would have regarded it as eliminating "monsters" for the people.

Even if someone pulled Ye Wuque's fierce look was so scared that Shamatt felt guilty and was defeated.

Shamat knew that if ordinary people saw the bodyguards behind him who were big and round waists, and who could do a few kung fu, they would have been so scared that they would lose their anger and would not dare to treat him like this.

In addition, the old guy used to warn him that there were experts on this mountain to calm down his temper. This would be his disciple.

Shamatt dared not challenge Ye Wuque, for fear of losing, but he couldn't swallow his anger. When did I be treated like this?

He kicked a few steps back, swallowed, and turned his face and scolded a few bodyguards arrogantly.
Chapter completed!