Listening to the laughing voice of the drake, Yuan Zun also hurriedly went out, turned into a black whirlwind, and suddenly appeared in front of Han Bichi.
Facing them, there were three figures standing side by side. The fat man standing in the middle was only 1.6 meters tall. His small eyes were focused hard in the middle, making his fat face look slightly funny.
The two students following him were the two people who came to invite him to join the Blood Disciples today.
"Hey Hey"
The fat man in the middle narrowed his little eyes and smiled with his two teeth exposed.
Although that expression could not let Yuan Zun guess what he was thinking, it could still tell him that there was a hint of malicious intent.
Yuan Zun looked him up and down, and was a little surprised. This short fat man was actually an eighth-grade warrior in the Star Realm! He was only three years older than himself, so it was very rare to have such martial arts attainments.
.
After all, his body type is there.
"Hey, damn fat man, if you don't apologize to my aunt, believe it or not, I'll let Yuan Zun beat you down in minutes!"
Han Bichi patted the dust on his body as if nothing had happened and hid beside Yuan Zun. However, he became a lot more courageous and screamed at the fat man wearing an extra-large hospital uniform.
"You stinky girl is looking for death, do you know who is standing in front of you?"
The warrior behind the fat man suddenly changed his eyes, pointed his finger at Han Bichi's pretty face and shouted.
"Hey, don't put on airs. It's your fault to scare such a lovely girl."
The fat man waved his hands to the two people behind him and said calmly in a very gentle and gentlemanly voice.
The student's expression tightened, and he hurriedly raised his hands to him and said, "I understand, I will listen to big brother in everything."
"Brother?" Yuan Zun and Han Bichi both exclaimed in surprise, looking at the fat man a few more times in disbelief. Then, a look of disgust and suspicion was projected from Han Bichi's starry eyes.
came out.
The fat man shook his curly hair slightly, offered his hand to Yuan Zun and Han Bichi, and said, "I am not talented, but Wu Meiren is too!"
"The beauty of the dance, haha, the beauty of the dance..."
Hearing the fat man revealing his name, Han Bichi and Yuan Zun were silent for a moment, and then the sarcastic and sarcastic voice quickly came out of Han Bichi's mouth.
Seeing the two people behind him looking like they wanted to teach Han Bichi a lesson, Wu Meiren also laughed, as if something funny had happened to him.
Han Bichi stopped smiling and said, "Hey, Fatty Wu, what are you laughing at?"
"What are you laughing at, girl? Do you think I'm not worthy of such a poetic name?"
"Pfft" Han Bichi hurriedly covered her lips with her jade hands, her beautiful eyes curved into a crescent moon: "It's not that you don't deserve such a poetic name, it's that this name doesn't deserve you..."
Wu Meiren's little eyes focused in the middle, and then she turned her gaze to Yuan Zun, who was also chuckling, and said, "I heard that you rejected my kindness without even thinking about it?"
"Moreover, you say that my blood disciples are a bunch of rabble? Can't you judge me?"
Naturally, this series of questions did not really come from Yuan Zun. Although he was not interested in this blood disciple, he did not mean to belittle them.
Yuan Zun glanced at the two seventh-grade small perfectionists who were hiding behind Wu Meiren, deliberately avoiding his gaze, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised an arc.
Wu Meiren glanced at the two figures beside her with the corner of her small eyes, with a faint smile still hanging on her face, as if she had already guessed the whole story.
"Hey, kid, do you dare to make a bet with me? Within three days, you will join the blood disciples willingly!" Wu Meiren said to Yuan Zun seriously.
He had not made a bet with anyone for a long time. Yuan Zun suddenly became interested and suddenly said: "What should I do if I lose, and what should I do if I win?"
"If you win, you win. You just need to stay with me as a blood disciple! If I lose, I can give you this second-grade spiritual weapon I have as a gift!"
Wu Meiren raised his arm, and a circle about the size of a palm suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand.
The second-grade spiritual weapon with a dark silver color shone faintly in the night, and even had a very obscure wave spreading out.
That fluctuation has obviously far exceeded the average second-grade spiritual weapon. If it is tempered properly, it may have the qualifications to make it a third-grade spiritual weapon.
Since he is willing to take out such a good thing as a bet, how can Yuan Zun not accept it? If he loses, he will just join the blood disciples!
"good!"
Yuan Zun moved his fingers slightly, and a scroll-like contract book appeared in the air. He and Wu Meiren engraved their own marks into it at the same time, which was regarded as a common agreement.
"Well, I have to say it in advance. You are free to do whatever you want, but it is best not to involve anyone except me, including Miss Han."
As soon as Yuan Zun said his words, Wu Meiren was not at all vague and said: "This is natural. Although I am not a righteous person, I am not a sneaky person. It may not take three days for you to join the blood disciples.
"
He gestured to Yuan Zun and Han Bichi, then left. The 28 steps he took showed that he had great confidence in the bet just now.
"Do you really believe what that damn fat guy just said?" Han Bichi raised her nose to Yuan Zun and smacked her lips.
"After three days, we will naturally see the result."
When Yuan Zun left, he did not forget to say to Han Bichi who was unhappy at being left out behind him: "Be careful. If you can't go out and make trouble for others in these three days, then try to stay in the house as much as possible.
"
"Yuan Zun, are you concerned about me?"
Han Bichi's pretty face smiled slightly and her little mouth pursed.
She shook her head, but Yuan Zun's words were like a basin of cold water poured on her head, making her feel cold to her feet.
"I just agreed to some of Senior Sister Han Rou's requests."
Her expression froze, and she felt as if her body was being held in place by something, not listening to her brain's instructions.
"It's my sister again! She always likes to be nosy! Ever since she was little, she has always been so nosy! She arranges everything for me. I've had enough!"
Ignoring Han Bichi who was roaring behind him, Yuan Zun closed the door tightly.
Looking at the few figures in front, the expression on Han Bichi's pretty face dimmed, and she murmured: "Tch!"
Wiping away her tears of disappointment, Han Bichi turned around and left with a disdain.
Early the next morning, Yuan Zun set off early for the Xuanji Pavilion. On the way, seeing his tired appearance, the students stopped in groups and talked about something.
Being so eye-catching, Yuan Zun had some unknown premonitions in his heart, and he frowned and quickened his pace.
Bu Tian leaned lazily outside the Xuanji Pavilion door. When he saw Yuan Zun's figure, he suddenly became more energetic and trotted over.