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Chapter 660 Simply put, it's a slap in the face!

In a room on the third floor of the restaurant, a blue figure stood by the window. The people around him looked downstairs and then at him.

"What do you want to say?" A clear and elegant voice sounded slowly.

If he hadn't been talking, I would have really doubted whether there were two people in the room, even though he looked outstanding and was an unparalleled handsome man in the world.

But his ethereal and ethereal temperament blended with the air, making it easy for people to ignore him.

Xuan An hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "Go back to Master, it's okay."

"Recently, it seems that the practice of Hell is not good enough."

"Master, I say"

Xuan An spoke with difficulty, refusing to let him continue.

repair hell

He doesn't want to go

"Master, if I tell you, you won't be angry, right?" Xuan An coughed lightly and spoke hesitantly.

When the master is angry, that is terrible

Feng Jinghong glanced at him lightly and nodded, "Yeah, I'm not angry."

After hearing Feng Jinghong's words, Xuan An breathed a sigh of relief and boldly said, "It's just weird."

If the master says he is not angry, then he should not be angry.

"Hmm" strange

"Yes, it's strange, Master, Mo Lingxuan followed Miss Qingfeng, but you didn't get angry." Actually, he wanted to say that he was jealous.

However, the master would definitely not admit it, so he had better explain it differently.

"Qingfeng has friends, why should I be angry?" Feng Jinghong was silent for a while and then spoke softly.

Yeah

Xuan An looked at him with disdain and muttered secretly.

Why doesn't he believe it so much?

Feng Jinghong turned around and sat down on the chair beside the table. He leaned lazily on the back of the chair. A smile flashed in his eyes, and his thin lips parted slightly, "You, go to the Hell of Hell and stay for three days."

Xuan An was startled, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Master, didn't you say you're not angry?" This means you're angry, you're angry

"I'm not angry, but I'm not saying I won't be punished."

As the understated words rang out, Xuan An felt a thunderbolt ringing in his ears, and a desolate cold wind blew behind him.

Why does he have the feeling that his master dug a hole and he jumped into it?

The two sat down in the room on the second floor. The boss nodded and bowed and walked out.

As soon as the door closed, Mo Lingxuan immediately jumped up, strode over to Luo Qingfeng and sat down next to him.

"Xiao Feng, you are not the kind of person who takes action impulsively." He almost didn't react when he took action suddenly, but fortunately he reacted quickly

Luo Qingfeng picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and glanced at him.

"Then you still take action?" Are you just thinking of this issue now?

"You are my friend, how could I let others bully you." Mo Lingxuan sat up straight and stared ahead with a smile. He was very loyal.

Luo Qingfeng looked at him, paused and then said, "I really won't act impulsively, but for some people, fists are better than anything else."

Occasionally, it feels good to be simple and rough.

"You mean, that boss just now" is the same, that boss's attitude, no matter how much they say, can't be worth that fist.

To put it simply, he deserves a beating

"Why should I be so soft-hearted to someone looking for a beating?" She spread her hands and shrugged.

His eyes glanced around, becoming a little deeper, and his red lips raised a sarcastic arc.

"But from the moment I stepped into the restaurant, several people started to explore my strength." From the moment I stepped into the restaurant, it seemed like this was the second floor.

"What"

"Knock knock."

Just as Mo Lingxuan was about to say something, there was a knock on the door.


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