Chapter 1684: The teahouse is lively

In the end, Luo Anan held a large bag of pastries in his arms, and carefully took the hand of the shovel officer.

"Hmph!" Uncle Mo stood proudly with his shoulders crossed, turned his head, and said with a full face, "I'm very upset to come and coax me."

"Ahh

A certain one put down the pastry, pounced on it, hugged the thigh of the shovel officer, and said sweetly: "Daddy, don't be angry, the baby is so afraid of pinching!"

Mo Jiuxiao lifted the collar of the little bastard, gritted his teeth and said, "You still dare to call Daddy!"

An Baobao blinked innocently: "That's not called ...... Uncle?"

Someone breathed a little, and then gritted his teeth and said secretly: Okay, call, one day you will be happy!

"Don't think I just didn't know what you were thinking. Mo Jiuxiao patted the fox's little ass hatefully, and helplessly hugged the person and left.

The "father and son" found a teahouse and sat down, Mo Jiuxiao ordered a pot of coarse tea, and Luo Anan sat obediently on the side and munched on the pastry silently. It looks very harmonious.

After a while, the number of monks who came to the teahouse increased, and the atmosphere became lively.

People started talking quietly about the big things that had happened recently.

"Have you heard, the Heavenly Gate Sect has changed recently. The man raised his hand and pointed to the sky, looking incredulous.

"You mean ......"

"It's that wind and snow, I didn't expect it to look silent on weekdays, but at the critical moment, he was a ruthless person. Although the man seemed to be whispering, in fact, every monk could hear his words: "First, he suddenly snatched his things while Mo Jiuxiao was away, and then immediately severed the relationship with Luo An An Mo Jiuxiao on the day of the accident, and expelled those two from the Heavenly Gate Sect." In the end, the head of the Tianmen Sect was under house arrest, and the wind was clear, as if the sect was already his word today. ”

"Deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, and kill the same family, if Jin Hao Immortal Venerable has not yet ascended, he will definitely be angry to death. ”

Hearing this, everyone sighed. Who would have thought that the behemoth of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, the Heavenly Gate Sect, would actually change the sky overnight!

"Even if Feng Qingyang loses power, but in the end, he has been the head of the Heavenly Gate Sect for so many years?

"What do you know?" the man looked at him with a sigh: "Although the master and apprentice are not compatible, they are still master and apprentice in the end." Feng Qingyang likes those two nephews no matter how much he likes, but in the end he is just a nephew, and he can't compare to his apprentices. ”

"Alas, as the saying goes, the tea is cold as soon as people leave. Pity Jin Hao Immortal Venerable for so many years of dedication to the Tianmen Sect, in the end he is still no match for the hearts of the people!" Many people sighed when they heard this,

Hearing these words, An Baobao couldn't bear to look at it directly, and even the cake in his hand was embarrassed to eat: the wind and snow and the dirty water on Uncle Shi's body were going to be splashed dirty, and I was sorry for them! And Shizun, his old man really couldn't afford the word hard work! Everything has always been Shizun, as long as he thinks about it, naturally someone rushes to help him achieve it.

Shizun is definitely a mascot that is even more powerful than this baby!

"Phew!" A fat black man covered in alcohol stood up and spat fiercely: "You people are really stupid, in my opinion, this move of the Heavenly Gate Sect is simply normal." That Mo Jiuxiao is a demon of evil seeds, and with him and Luo An'an, there will never be peace in the world! Such a person should be killed, damned!"

In an instant, the teahouse quieted down, Luo An'an squinted his eyes unkindly, and then said with an innocent look from Tianmen: "You are talking nonsense, they are obviously good people! You are the bad people!"

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