Hearing Han Sanqian's question and looking at Han Sanqian's eyes, the fat man's face became extremely distorted.
Of course he defended his shortcomings. Since he had no apprentices, he always favored Chen Shimin. No matter what he did, he, as his uncle, would support him.
This happened not once or twice...
But I never imagined that I would often walk by the river and eventually my shoes would get wet.
Wow, I actually offended Han Sanqian.
Although Tianji Palace did not participate in the battle in the Land of the Trapped Dragon this time, but passed by nearby on business, they had heard many legends about Han Sanqian along the way.
Although it is hard to believe that some gods are worthy of bragging, all legends have at least one common fact.
Han Sanqian was trapped in Longshan and fought against the two gods without losing!
Facing such an enemy, how could the fat man not become frightened?!
"Ah, I... I didn't... didn't do anything. I just... I just think these buns are delicious. Let me take a look..." The fat man's face changed instantly, from being furious just now to what he is now.
Shy and cute.
At the same time, he looked at Han Sanqian seriously with a pair of innocent little eyes.
Mo Yang and the other three couldn't help laughing immediately, and Dao Twelve laughed so hard that the buns fell out of his mouth.
Who could Fatty hide from with these tricks?
"Look at the buns and bring me a mallet?" Mo Yang chuckled.
"Does your foot hurt?" Han Sanqian asked softly and coldly. The mallet weighed at least a hundred kilograms and was extremely huge. When it fell to the ground, it hit the fat man's foot and then rolled to the side.
"Look... of course you don't need a mallet to look at the buns. This... this is my weapon. I carry it with me. Who knows, this bun is so fragrant that I couldn't help but be stunned. I was so stunned that I got rid of it.
Well, this explanation is reasonable, right?" After saying that, the fat man glanced at Chen Shimin and others behind him with a guilty conscience.
Chen Shimin and his gang immediately nodded and responded frantically.
"It's okay to have weapons, but if you raise your head, it looks like you're going to hit someone." Dao Twelve couldn't help but joked.
"Damn, how could that be a beating?" The fat man hurriedly denied it, and he was so fast that it made people lie: "This... Isn't it because I am wide and fat, so I get hot easily, especially this creaky nest, oh my
Oh my god, it’s so hot, so I have no choice but to raise my hands higher to ventilate, yes, ventilate..."
The fat man's serious explanation, his extremely anxious expression, and his shameless persistence in his acting skills were really indescribably funny.
"Isn't that right? It's ventilated!"
"Yes yes yes!"
The group of disciples behind him, after feeling Uncle Master's "call", also nodded their heads forcefully.
After saying that, I was afraid that the explanation was too far-fetched, and Han Sanqian and others might not believe it, so I squatted down in panic, picked up the iron mallet, and then raised it above my head, performing the so-called ventilation.
"Hahahaha!" Mo Yang was immediately amused by this guy and burst into laughter. He turned sideways and said to Dao Twelve beside him: "There are indeed many wonders in the world. It turns out that there are really people who carry weapons like this."
"Yes!" Dao Twelve also nodded.
Seeing that they both said this, the fat man forced a smile, looked at Han Sanqian, and said awkwardly: "Yeah, that's it."
"Three thousand, it seems like this is really possible. You are worrying too much." Mo Yang smiled, and at the same time, he winked at Dao Twelve and kicked him.
Dao Twelve was stunned. Although his reaction was not as fast as Mo Yang's, years of brotherly understanding allowed him to quickly understand what Mo Yang meant. He frowned, nodded, and said: "Maybe I am really overthinking.
However, you can't blame Sanqian for worrying too much. After all, you can see that this fat man is basically wearing the same clothes as Chen Shimin. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that they are in the same group. This elder came to help his junior.
It’s quite common sense to vent your anger.”
"Yes, yes, yes." The fat man was just panting, but when Dao Twelve suddenly asked, he subconsciously pretended to be a grandson and nodded, but after he finished speaking, he realized it and waved his hands quickly: "No, no, no, no,
Yes, I belong to the same sect as Chen Shimin, and I am also his uncle, but..."
"But I didn't know what happened before. After I understood it clearly, I came over...I came over...come over!" At this point, the fat man was obviously stuck, and he almost blurted out, I came here to clean up.
Yours, but as soon as his mind turned around, he realized that he couldn't say that, so he looked around anxiously, looking at Han Sanqian, and then at his nephew Chen Shimin.
Not only did he want his nephew to help him think of a solution, but he was also afraid that he wouldn't be able to come up with an explanation for a long time, Han Sanqian was impatient and took action directly.
The more he thought about it, the more irritated the fat man became. What the hell should he do?
But at this critical moment, Fatty suddenly felt a flash of inspiration in his mind, and his whole mind suddenly became clear...
