The master pretends to be the eighth king!
Although Li Madman was furious in his heart, he didn't dare to show it at all, he bowed respectfully to the person sitting there, and bent down to hide the killing intent in his eyes: "Thank Your Highness for not killing!" ”
"Remember, get out of here!"
The person in front of him stiffened for a moment, then fell to the ground and began to roll until he rolled out of the door of the teahouse.
The master who stepped into the emperor realm was actually humiliated by them so much, but the people in the teahouse not only did not despise it, but there was still a little envy in his eyes, at least he could leave safely, but they still had to stay in fear.
These old monsters of Emperor Spirit City can survive until now, which one is not a hypocrite who can bend and stretch?
In front of those who are stronger than them, they are slaves, and in front of those who are weaker than them, they are overlords.
They see people talking about people, they talk nonsense, and they don't have any self-esteem and face at all, as long as they can save their lives in a critical moment, they can do anything.
Smart people know how to keep the green mountains and are not afraid of no firewood.
They had even begun to think about whether to follow the example of Madman Li to sneak around and pat the horse, and then tease Miss Jun so that His Highness would let them go.
"Hades, I'm not mistaken, am I? Are they still from Emperor Spirit City? Why are they all the same as turtle sons? ”
Jun Qianxi looked at those who looked apprehensive and teased unceremoniously.
"It turns out that Xiao Xi'er wants to see the turtle son!" Duanmu Ming rubbed her forehead dotingly, and whispered, "Didn't you hear what my family Xi'er said?" If anyone can pretend to be the most like the king, then the king will spare his life. ”
The corners of Jun Qianxi's mouth twitched, it was really a shame that he thought of it, but what surprised her even more was that those people actually did it.
Do they know what shame is?
Duanmu Ming's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, and he didn't seem to be surprised by the situation in front of him.
Being alive is more important than anything else!
"Xiao Xi'er, let's see which Wang Ba you like the most?"
Jun Qianxi couldn't help but be speechless when she looked at those people who were trying to shrink their necks, these people refreshed her perception of masters, which made her really unhappy.
Since you want to be cheap, then look at the bottom line in your hearts.
She held her chin with both hands, glanced at the people standing carefully, and said, "Isn't it said that the eight kings should all lie on the ground?" ”
What she meant was that none of them stood like each other.
Hearing her words, the people in front of them immediately fell to the ground and shrunk their necks.
"By the way, shouldn't there be a shell on Wang Ba's back?"
At this time, excitement flashed in the eyes of a person, and he took out something similar to a shield from the spatial ring and put it on his back.
"You guys take this Wang Ba to the street for a walk!"
As soon as her words fell, the little beast and the little soldier jumped on the man's back at a rapid pace, jumping with great joy.
"Ride the king's eight, ride the king's eight!"
"Wang Ba, hurry up and climb!"
The face of the person lying on the ground changed, he pretended to be Wang Ba because of Duanmu Ming's relationship, and the people here all pretended to be Wang Ba, so naturally no one would go out and talk nonsense.
But now that he is actually asked to wander the streets, how will he appear in front of the world in the future?
Not only him, but his sect and his descendants may not be able to raise their heads for the rest of their lives.
Jun Qianxi felt the fluctuations in his mood, and a smile appeared in his eyes.