"Fat Ball, help this kid over and sit down." The middle-aged man instructed Meng Fan, "It's strange. My little Minghe has a kind nature and has always been very lucky. How could he meet you two unlucky guys?"
"When an evil spirit enters the body, it is temporarily suppressed by the three great yang-things. Whether it dies or not depends on the fate of the future."
"If you only use it as nourishment for the vaginal fetus, your time will be short."
"Oh, no, no, no, I have to keep Ming He away from you, so as not to harm Chi Yu."
The middle-aged man rushed back to Xiao Minghe, whispering, pointing at Meng Fan and me from time to time, expressing as much contempt as he wanted.
"Uncle Cat, his name is Meng Fan, don't shout like a fat ball, it's so unpleasant." Xiao Minghe said angrily: "We are very good friends."
The middle-aged man said seriously: "You are so fat, and you still have a name?"
"When you see him walking, can you see his legs?"
"Anyone with bad eyesight would think this piece of fat can fly on its own."
Meng Fan who was supporting me stumbled and almost fell to his death.
"Ning Zi, I will fight with him." Meng Fan said sadly and angrily: "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated."
"Well, go ahead. The feeling of flying 360 degrees in the air is definitely good. Just try it." I encouraged.
Meng Fan shrank his neck and immediately turned off the engine and said, "Ha, just kidding."
"Fat ball, fat ball, what a novel and unique nickname."
"The baby is very happy and likes it very much."
"Ouch..."
"Oh, you're so big." The middle-aged man scolded: "Come on, learn from me, meow..."
This time, even I knelt down.
Uncle Cat, Uncle Cat, reincarnated by a cat?
On the other side, the bespectacled man and others knew that they had caused a big disaster, and they were heartbroken.
The Xiao family, one of the top ten wealthy families, is definitely not as powerful as Kunlun.
But a few of them are just outside disciples of the fortune-telling hall, with low status and no importance.
You offended the little princess of the Xiao family for no reason, and you still expect the headquarters to protect them?
Death penalty may be avoided, but living crime cannot be avoided.
Thirty lashes were the lightest punishment, as he was afraid of being expelled from the school, having his memory wiped away, and becoming a stupid lunatic, living on the streets from then on.
"Senior Brother Mai..."
The men with glasses stood around Mai Miao, pinning all their hopes on this.
Mai Miao's cousin Song Qiangwei is the director of the Feng Shui Hall and is favored by Huang Liang, the deputy leader of the inner sect.
In their view, as long as Huang Liang is willing to intervene in this matter, there may not be no room for maneuver.
"I know what to do."
Mai Miao recovered from her fear and said calmly: "When Commander Huang comes, everyone will give unified testimony and say that they have never offended or humiliated the Xiao family girl."
"Without any evidence, Commander Huang will naturally favor us."
"Remember, don't let go of this. I don't believe those cats and dogs really dare to kill us."
Mai Miao said with a stern expression: "The Xiao family wants to save face, but we in Kunlun don't want to lose face?"
The man with glasses muttered: "Suning is also a disciple of the fortune-telling hall, he will testify for the Xiao family."
Mai Miao sneered and said: "It's best this way. Let's turn him into an army and frame him for colluding with the Xiao family to deal with his fellow disciples."
"Hey, by then this kid will lose his skin even if he doesn't die."
After that, he took out his mobile phone and contacted his cousin Song Qiangwei.
He looked submissive, and a warm smile deliberately appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Hello, cousin, I'm Mai Miao."
"I'm in the private restaurant of Zhuwailou on Nanjie Street."
"cousin......"
Mai Miao suddenly burst into tears, feeling aggrieved as much as she wanted.
Five minutes later, he hung up the phone with an expressionless face and exhaled heavily.
