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"Ah, ah, don't worry, don't worry, your old man's body is gold, take care, take care, if you have something to say slowly, if you have something to say slowly, this official will do his best, he will do his best." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

As soon as the results of the calculation came out, the attitude of the little gatekeeper immediately changed, his mouth was as sweet as honey, his face was full of smiles, and he almost knelt down on his knees and called "grandma" again.

"Save people, go find my little master, someone snatched her away, alas, what a whole thing!"

The old lady was so anxious that she stomped her feet, and she didn't know what to do, she really wanted to roll on the ground and cry twice.

yes, what's going on?

For a while, the people present were helpless, because all this came too fast, came quickly, went quickly, and the blink of an eye disappeared without a trace, even the little gatekeeper at first glance was gone.

"What about your master? Who is your master? Hurry up and find him. ”

After working for a long time, I finally said a useful word.

"Ah, really, our master is a four-grade hidden miser, and he went to see the saint just now."

A little guy slapped his thigh and stretched out his thumb to the little officer guarding the door, and his admiration was overflowing.

"Then what are you waiting for here, what are you waiting for, hurry up and call, you see, you see, thanks to the wise decision of this official."

"Yes, yes, let's go, let's go."

The little guy woke up like a dream, turned over his horse, and ran towards the palace in a puff of smoke, and went to report to his master.

"This kid, hey!"

Looking at the horse's buttocks in the distance, the little officer guarding the door grinned, bared his teeth, muttered, and smiled contentedly.

He was very satisfied with his performance just now, and he admired his wise decision, and walked towards his office with his hands behind his back, holding his chicken breasts, pacing, and his eyes facing the sky.

"Fuck, you're blind, don't look down the aisle, get in the way."

The little officer who guarded the door turned around, and with a fierce scolding, he was whipped on the back, and his good mood was gone.

"You, ...... Mom, the minion should be damned, the minion is just a dog in the way, Wangwang......"

He was angry, he wanted to return a tooth for a tooth, and he had the right to return a mouth, and he turned around suddenly, and immediately his face changed greatly, and his knees were weak with fright, and the two trembled, and swallowed back the dirty word that had been suddenly spoken, and choked on his neck, but his mouth was smeared with honey, flattering, begging, not like a dog, originally a pug.

Standing in front of him was a team of samurai, hunting banners, flashing halberds, rolling helmets, and layers of bright armor, so powerful.

In the center is a yellow horse, and on the horse sits a general, who is Han Derang.

Bow down, the official level crushes people to death, not to mention that the difference is not one level or two, but seven and eight levels, the sky is worse than the ground!

"Come here."

"Yes!"

Han Derang pointed with a horsewhip, and the little officer guarding the door immediately ran to the horse, and kowtowed like a chicken pecking rice.

"This official asks you, what's going on here, messy?!"

"Tell the prime minister, the slave is the deputy general who is watching the city here, and what happened here just now ......"

How dare the little officer at the gate conceal the slightest thing, and report everything that happened just now, which is more or less mixed with a little exaggeration.

"Bold thief, this official has only been out to fight for a few months, and he dares to be so rampant, the blue sky and the white sun, the feet of the Son of Heaven!"

Han Derang couldn't help but be furious.

"Pass on the officer's order, pursue!"

Order!