Is the young master of the demon race skinned again today 22
Defeat this young master first, then defeat the devil, and finally ascend to the throne of the devil and become the new devil. At that time, set up a mahjong table in the palace and ask the devils to enter the palace to play mahjong with them! Wu Lu arranged in his heart
It's so pleasant.
The next moment, the wonderful dream will be broken into a slag.
Wu Lu was beaten to suspect Mo Sheng.
The fight just now is different from the fight now.
Playing mahjong and being hit by a fist are both the same type, but the experience is completely different!
Isn’t he a genius? Isn’t he a man who can be a devil?
Why is he now being rubbed on the ground by a girl who looks younger than him?
Asked him while beating, he asked him if he was convinced.
Of course he was not convinced, but after saying these two words, he was beaten even worse.
From the mahjong hall to the other side, from the inside of the mahjong hall to the outside, and then to the inside.
Do you agree or not?
Be convinced!
If he continues to fight like this, he is afraid that he will not be able to see his grandfather's last side. He will not be able to play this novel mahjong in the future.
Finally, Wu Lu was held in a mahjong hall with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
It's very simple. The money was lost. The young master directly put him upside down and shook out all the money he had on and gave it to Jiang Yi. That was what Jiang Yi won with his real ability. Why don't he give it to others? The young master ignored Jiang
Yi gave him all the money to cry with the touching expression.
As for the destroyed mahjong table, mahjong and other things, only Wulu works to offset it.
Wu Lu was scrubbing mahjong with a pig's face in a bitter way.
Taozi sat on the side, supervising the work while eating, and mocking him from time to time.
"Your name is Wu Lu, you are the grandson of the Demon Lord, right? Don't say that you are the grandson of the Demon Lord, even if you are the Demon Lord's son or the Demon Lord himself, you are not the opponent of our young master, and you are also the same as being
We are a dog, too.”
"If you come and play, come and play. We welcome you to enter the museum to consume with both hands. As a result, if you don't consume well, you actually smash the museum. Who will you hit if you don't hit?"
"The young master's performance is pretty light today. You haven't seen the first person who made trouble in our mahjong hall and was labeled as a young master."
"What's it?" Wu Lu asked in a depressed manner.
"Look, you've been beaten into a pig's head, right? But at least you're still awake and can still wash mahjong to work to offset the losses. The first person who caused trouble was beaten up by the young master and asked someone to take him down.
Only a pair of underwear was left, and they were hung at the door for a day and a night."
"..." Wu Lu paused his hand and couldn't help asking again, "Then what happened to this troublemaker? Did you beat him to death by your young master?"
"No. When you played the second round of mahjong with you today, wasn't there a Jiang Yi? One of the other two was him. Now he is a regular visitor in the mahjong hall, and his skills are probably ranked in the top ten here." Taozi
He curled his lips, "I played with him last time and lost. This dog guy is now competing for favor. He is now one of the managers of our mahjong hall, and he is dedicated to the young master all day long."
"The young master was so insulted by him that he even took off his underwear and hung it at the door. Can he still turn around and flatter the young master?" Wu Lu didn't understand.
"Young Master put a mask on him when he hung him, but others didn't know it was him." Taozi didn't agree with this sentence, and suddenly stood up, with a smile on his face, "Young Master, are you here?"
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"Well, eat. I have a hot pot tonight. I bought fresh beef." Tianmiao walked over and looked at the mahjong that Wu Lu had washed in his hand. "It's pretty clean. Stay here and eat together later."
Of course it was clean. Wu Lu looked at the mahjong he wiped clean in his hand. From childhood to adulthood, he cleaned the clothes his house by himself, and he could do it clean. He couldn't stand it if he was a little dirty.
Wu Lu thought proudly, but after thinking about this, he was stunned again.