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Chapter 119 Small Faction

"Lao Niu has some problems in this area, please forgive me." Zhu Wuyi frowned and replied impatiently.

Li Xuanchen sneered and said: "I just want to expose it lightly, I'm afraid it won't be good."

"Business matters are important, now is not the time to waste time," Zhu Wuyi said with a cold face, "Let's break down the tasks."

Niu Dali fell into a coma and was unable to respond.

Feng Xiao, deserted, Ye Su walked out talking and laughing, walking slowly.

His long flaxen hair was combed into more than a dozen braids. Alilovsky's eyes kept looking at Feng Xiao, with the uneasiness of a boy seeing his first love goddess hidden in his eyes.

At this time, the four of them realized that the atmosphere ahead was not quite right.

"What friction happened again?" Feng Xiao stared, the three scars on his cheeks trembling slightly.

Alilovsky secretly took a deep breath to calm down the sweet feeling of being hit in his heart.

Such a strong woman is rare in the world.

Such a fierce woman is the best.

If you combine with such a woman, the offspring born will be extremely healthy.

Bang bang~~ bang bang~~

Alilovsky heard his heart beating violently.

Feng Xiao strode forward like a shooting star.

"What's going on with you two?"

Alilovsky followed quickly and said with a straight face:

"Oh my God, Lao Zhu and Xiao Li, things are different now than usual. The behavior of internal strife is very inappropriate. If Brother Ye finds out, he will definitely kick the two of you in the butts."

Zhu Wuyi raised his eyebrows, "Ali, whose side are you on?"

"I stand on the side of reason." Alilovsky glanced at Feng Xiao quietly.

The lustful bastard... Zhu Wuyi rolled his eyes upwards and shook his head in an incomprehensible manner, "Old Niu was a little stimulated, so I knocked him out, but Little Plum is still here and won't let him go."

Xiao Lizi is a contemptuous name, implying that Li Xuanchen runs errands every day, like a eunuch beside an ancient emperor.

People close to him said that Li Xuanchen only regarded it as a joke between friends, trying to hurt each other.

But he didn't like Zhu Wuyi, so he got angry on the spot and shouted:

"What shit are you squirting in your mouth?!"

Dark shadows gathered, and the ground beneath everyone's feet turned into a sea of ​​ink.

"What's the matter? You want to fight?!" Zhu Wuyi tilted his neck from side to side.

Click! Click! The bones made a slight crunching sound. He showed off the aura of a lv4 extraordinary person, raised his hand and hooked his fingers back, "Here, I will give you three moves."

"Parallel import level 4 is nothing, am I still afraid of you?" Li Xuanchen took a step forward.

"Stop saying a few words!" Leng Qingning raised her voice and shouted sternly.

When she got close, she turned her palm and turned out a scalpel.

brush!!!

The sword's light was straight, and from top to bottom, a three-meter-long hole suddenly opened in the ground.

The sharp sword energy condenses and builds a thin translucent wall in the air.

The wall is like a solid body, refracting the sun's rays.

There was silence for a moment.

Li Xuanchen acted exaggeratedly, covering his eyes with his hands, spinning in circles and shouting:

"Ah, my eyes, my eyes, were flashed. Sister Leng's sword is so handsome, it's not something a mortal like me should see."

Indirect concession is equivalent to taking steps downstairs.

Zhu Wuyi was stunned for a moment and looked at Leng Qingning.

Leng Qingning said no more words, raised her hand and gently pushed her silver-rimmed glasses.

A doctor who is a master of surgery, today when the war is about to begin, is someone who must not be offended.

The Nine Great Chaebols, the Red Umbrella Company, the Blood Worshiping Faction, Black Edge Alley, the Night Watchmen... too many forces are gathering strength.

Zhu Wuyi didn't dare to predict how big the bloody storm would be this time, and he didn't even dare to offend Leng Qingning.

As he walked downhill, he said, "Sister Leng must give her face."

Leng Qingning said: "Not enough."

"Then what should we do?" Zhu Wuyi and Li Xuanchen said in unison.

Alilovsky stood nearby and suggested: "Shake hands and make peace, everyone smiles, and the matter will be over."

Hearing this, Zhu Wuyi glared at him, "The position is not firm!"

"Who are you?" Li Xuanchen raised his eyebrows, "I'm not used to hearing some translation accents coming out of nowhere."

Neither of them wanted to buy it...Wang Jun wanted to laugh as he watched, but the matter had something to do with him after all. He patted Li Xuanchen on the shoulder and said, "In the current war, the overall situation is the most important thing."

Li Xuanchen: "Ajun, why do you say that?"

Feng Xiao kicked Li Xuanchen, "You bitch, you're not a man."

Ye Su punched Li Xuanchen, "That's right, you are not as manly as our sister Xiaoxiao."

On the other side, Alilovsky and Zhu Wuyi had a few whispers.

Zhu Wuyi and Li Xuanchen looked at each other, and their four gazes met in mid-air, as if there were sparks of electric shock.

Hum! Hum!

Two nasal voices snorted together, and they each turned their faces away.


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