Meanness is the passport of the despicable, Francisco must have never heard this sentence, so he really could not accept the shamelessness of this Eastern aristocrat who repeatedly gave himself blows.

It's not impossible to be mean, and even he himself has done more despicable things than this one many times.

But no matter how despicable and shameless it is, when it is to avoid the rules, how can it be like this Oriental, there is simply no lower limit.

Do you want the pride of the aristocracy? What about the dignity of the aristocracy, don't you want it? Francisco was resentful and frustrated.

The physical blow is nothing, but Su Mo's repeated betrayal of the aristocratic code is completely a critical blow from the spiritual level, which makes Francisco, who regards the nobility as his last dignity, feel really sad.

He fled his homeland and traveled thousands of miles away to a foreign land, from a noble gentleman and nobleman, to a mercenary hired by others. He has been a thief, a thief, a merchant, and even a pirate, and he will do anything to survive.

But the only thing he never gave up was the dignity and pride that he should have as a nobleman. He believed that all the nobles of the world should be like this. Because, because of these, it is the difference between nobles and commoners.

And Su Mo's actions today have repeatedly subverted his thinking framework. What is this? This is the three views of the red fruit that are destroyed.

Thus, Francisco went out of anger.

"You don't deserve to be called a nobleman, no, you're not a nobleman at all!, you despicable liar, scoundrel, lowly inferior......." He lay on the ground, staring at Su Mo with his head tilted back and screaming.

Not far away, Olisses and the others were anxious and helpless, but they could only watch. Not to mention that the master has fallen into the hands of the enemy, so that they dare not act rashly, on the other side, the terrifying fat man is also staring at them, so they dare not be distracted a little.

With his wild momentum, terrifying speed, and the powerful force that erupted when he slammed into the team, the fat man looked like a god and demon in the eyes of Olisses and the others.

They were only slaves of Sir Francisco, and in the Western world, the first rule of slaves was to obey the will of their masters, the unconditional kind. Therefore, when they are asked to fight for their masters, it is logical that the safety of their masters should be the first priority.

Now that the master is in the hands of the other party, at least he has not lost his life and consciousness, then, as slaves, they can only wait quietly. Wait for the master and the other party to negotiate a result, and then act according to the master's instructions.

As a result, the battle that had just broken out in the field suddenly stopped abruptly. Everyone was looking at the two people standing and lying in the middle of the field, waiting for the unknown result.

As for Francisco's anger, Sumo was quite peaceful. He yelled and yelled until Francisco was almost hoarse, then he looked into his eyes and sighed, "Don't you know that your anger hurts your body? Hmm, do you always feel a pain in your liver? Don't hide it from me, to be honest." ”

Uh~Ah?!

Francisco's angry face froze suddenly, and he was really completely stunned.

This style of painting is seriously wrong. You have beaten me repeatedly, and you are still stepping on me, but with one mouth, it is a greeting for my health.......

What the hell is this? Isn't there such a thing as greeting each other for good health, only between friends? But are you friends with this Oriental bastard? Obviously not.

Not only not, but even the two sides are still on the battlefield. What does it mean that he suddenly came with such a hand?

"What...... What?" he asked, subconsciously stammering as his mind was unusually confused.

"Well, I see. Su Mo nodded as a matter of course, straightened up slightly, and sighed again: "People have five internal organs, and each has its own duties. The liver is a fire, and when you are sick, you are angry, irritable, and even tend to lose your temper for no reason. Ah, just like you just did. You can't do this, it's a disease, you have to be cured!"

Su Mo looked at him with a sad face, full of sadness.

Francisco was even more dizzy, looking at each other blankly, his eyes lost and distant. I'm sick, I'm sick! He said I'm sick, wait, he meant that I was sick because I was sick, that's why I lost my temper just now? No, no, no, the point of his words didn't seem to be this, so he was saying that my tantrum was not justified at all? It was my fault? Wait, wait, wait, or ....... right, what was he talking about, why didn't I understand......

Francisco was a little frantic and wanted to pinch Sumer's neck and make the hateful creature speak clearly. When we met today, everything was beyond his expectations, making him too messy.

Fortunately, Su Mo seemed to understand his mood very well, and he didn't need to urge him to continue talking. Well, in fact, it was Mr. Su's own professional attributes that were activated, and they couldn't help but uncontrollably expand automatically.

“…… My Chinese medicine is broad and profound, paying attention to internal conditioning and harmony between yin and yang. Yin and yang, the beginning of the five elements. Well, the five elements, you know this, right? stupid! It's gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. These five elements, according to our traditional Chinese medicine, correspond to the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and stomach. Uh, the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and stomach know...... Okay, good, you know that......"

Francisco is going crazy, I don't know if I'm still human? What do you mean to know this? Damn Oriental bastard, is he questioning my IQ? Ah, I see, he's insulting me. Damn it, damn it, I ...... I'm fighting with you!

Francisco was furious and struggled violently to get up, but the cold blade on the shield seemed to inadvertently press against his neck, causing his anger to fade in an instant. And the words that didn't stop next made him involuntarily confused again.

“…… If the liver is diseased, it will be hot, and if it is hot, it will hurt the liver. If the liver is injured, the spleen will be implicated, and then the appetite will be hurt because of the spleen injury. The so-called pulling a hair and moving the whole body, and then I don't need to say it in the future, that is, it hurts the lungs from the stomach, and finally it hurts the heart. Alas, don't you feel very sad now?" Teacher Su was kind and seductive, and his lips kept flying. Said spat splashing, eyebrows flying.

Francisco was silent, sad? Yes, sad. But it's not what this Eastern bastard means, what this bastard means...... He doesn't understand it at all. That's where he's really sad.

At this moment, Francisco suddenly felt very depressed. He was a nobleman, and he couldn't understand what the other party meant, could it really be that there was something wrong with his IQ? It was nothing if he was physically traumatized, even if he was mentally hit. However, if the IQ really can't catch up with the opponent, this is the really scary place.

At this time, Francisco was really struck so hard that he became suspicious of himself. It feels like I won't love anymore......

Teacher Su is very addicted to being a teacher, which is called a good body and mind. It is said that since he came to this inexplicable Ming time and space, he has never talked about it so freely as today.

Finally, he felt that his tongue was a little dry, and he had to listen to it with regret. "That's all for today, class is over...... Uh, no. "It's smooth, and even after class.

For fear of confusing a student's thinking, he was about to find something to explain, but as far as his eyes could see, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then he sighed deeply again.

The students on the ground had straight eyes and salivation, this scene was so familiar, it was clearly the performance of those who deserted in class. It's a waste of Lao Tzu's hard work, rotten wood can't be carved!

Teacher Su's anger was gone, and the joy just now dissipated in an instant. This kind of unmotivated student must not be let go easily, and must be taught a good lesson. Since you can't listen to the good words, let's go another way!

"You!Hey, what about you!" According to the big ass is kicked over, Teacher Su suddenly turned back into Young Master Su, and shouted viciously.

Belch~

Francisco sighed, his eyes focused with great effort, and finally came back to his senses. Dazed at the angry face above his head, his eyes were full of despair and confusion.

This magic sound is more torture than torture. Francisco swore that from the West to the East, from ancient to modern, Chinese and foreign, he never imagined that one day he would encounter such terrible torture.

IQ? That doesn't matter anymore. Mean? well, who cares about that now. It's too good to say, torturing people in this way of chattering, the punishment of the Oriental people is so terrifying.

"You are defeated, and according to your rules, you, and everything you have, will be my property. Now, I declare, you, Phosphete...... ......The man above his head said proudly, but when his name was spoken, he frowned and couldn't go down.

"Francisco, Francisco Emishire Bamond Velasquez. Francisco subconsciously gave his name.

"Well, that's good. "Young Master Su is very satisfied with the other party's cooperation," Francisco Amy ...... Amy ....... "Well, forgot again.

Francisco couldn't help but be anxious, and was about to state it again, but Young Master Su didn't have the patience, waved his hand impatiently, and said categorically: "What kind of rice and potatoes, such a wordy name, it's really unlearned! From now on, you will change your name, and you will be called ...... It's just called Xiaofu. Well, I declare ......"

"Wait!" Francisco was stunned by the name, and couldn't help but cry out as he heard that it was about to be a foregone conclusion.

"Hmm, do you have an opinion?" Young Master Su was interrupted, very unhappy, and asked coldly.

"That, that, can you call it by full name? At least the full name of the first section, Francisco...... Okay, okay, so at least one more word, like Francis?" Francisco fought hard for his rights.

"It's really troublesome, okay, okay, Fran is Fran. Young Master Su frowned, and finally nodded in response.

"I declare that you, little Buddha, are my slave from now on. A faint voice sounded, and Francisco's face, which had just been relaxed, suddenly froze again.