"What's wrong, did I do something wrong?" Zixiang still had a disdainful expression. even picked up the wine on the table and touched it with Ouyang Yibing in the air.

Arrogant, this is Zixiang's first image of the middle-aged man, "Young man, this is not a place where you can make trouble, I advise you to leave quickly, before I change my mind!"

"Listen, the master is here to drink, not to make trouble, if I want to make trouble" Zixiang didn't finish speaking, he was interrupted by a middle-aged man, and a ball of water balloon hit him!

"Boy, this is just a warning, next time I won't have such good luck!" Ordinary people are frightened by this trick, and middle-aged people often use this trick to drive away some gangsters, and of course do some things that are unconscionable. I was just happy in the office, but I didn't expect to be attracted by the picture in the monitor, that is, a girl was sitting on the bar drinking juice, and wanted to come out and hook up, maybe what else could be, but just came to the hall and saw Zixiang alone pick up all the security guards. I got angry in an instant, mainly to pretend to be forced, and I was a good girl for a while!

"I said, what kind of trick are you, you can't even break the wine bottle in Grandpa's hand. Zixiang shook the bottle in his hand, it was intact, and there was no new excess residue on the ground.

The middle-aged man's face instantly showed anger, "Good boy, it turns out that he is also a magician, I don't know if I can block this move!"

Without waiting for the middle-aged man to finish, Zixiang threw an energy ball to cover the bar.

"Water arrows are fired in a row!" As he spoke, the middle-aged man had an extra bow and arrow made of water in his hand, and it was already ready to fly.

"It's made of water, it's a parallel import!" Zixiang quietly locked on to the middle-aged man, and slowly heated up under his feet. And he already has a flame shield on his chest, of course, these are impossible for others to see!

"Whoosh" The middle-aged man shot more than a dozen rounds in one go, each arrow was aimed at Zixiang's chest, and the water arrow did not have much follow-up power, but it was fast and numerous, and ordinary people couldn't dodge it. But Zixiang didn't move at all, just drank wine, and teased Ouyang Yibing from time to time.

The middle-aged man saw Zixiang teasing Ouyang Yibing, and his face turned green, "Stepping on a horse, the person that labor and management fancy you, how can you move!" After that, the middle-aged man shot more than a dozen shots, with a total of more than 30 arrows before and after, and flew towards Zixiang.

The middle-aged man who saw it looked confused, "Damn, what did you do!" The middle-aged man couldn't believe his eyes, since this trick was cast, no one has been able to dodge it, not to mention that this kid hasn't even moved!

"What am I doing, I haven't done anything! I haven't moved, you are stupid, but seeing that you just had such a good time, my hands are also itchy!" Before the words fell, Zixiang came to the front of the middle-aged man, the sound of the slap was deafening, the middle-aged man had no power to fight back, and there was a kind of fear in his heart!

"If I remember correctly, you just said that the girl over there was taken a fancy to you! Do you know who she is?"

Zixiang got up and pointed at Ouyang Yibing, "Yibing, come here," Ouyang Yibing heard Zixiang call himself, and immediately put down the juice in his hand and ran over, "What's the matter, master!" Ouyang Yibing looked at Zixiang cutely, saying that she was not a cute girl, and it was estimated that no one would believe her.

"Master!" the middle-aged man spurted out a mouthful of old blood, "The relationship between these two people is that kind of relationship, I rely on it." I'm blind!" the middle-aged man thought to himself, but he didn't dare to say it, so he could only grit his teeth.

"Isn't it a little hot!" Zixiang looked at the middle-aged man, but his hand was on Ouyang Yibing's waist!

"It's a little!" the middle-aged man kept wiping his sweat,

"It's just a little!" Zixiang accelerated the temperature of the flame, at this time, the flame under the middle-aged man's feet had almost reached 500 degrees, and then looked at Zixiang, it was not good to hug Ouyang Yibingle, Ouyang Yibing did not object, anyway, it was Zixiang who hugged himself, and it was no one else.