Weak? Feng Rebellion, who was originally a little impatient next to Lan Chumu, heard these two words, his expression moved, and the appearance of Moxibustion Song suddenly appeared in his mind.

The feeling of buying it that day, she was really incrediblely light.

When he reached the realm of wind reversal, the five senses had surpassed the realm of ordinary people, he was lucky in his eyes, looked at the back of the round platform, and vaguely saw a thin figure flashing by, and the familiar feeling made him frown.

"What's wrong? Have acquaintances? Lan Chumu noticed his brother's strangeness, and raised his eyebrows to look at the wind reversal mark.

This brother of his, but he is a battle maniac who is not interested in anything except training martial arts and fighting.

"Nope." Wind Rebellion shook his head, suppressing the doubts in his heart.

The next game had begun, but everyone present was still immersed in the battle just now. In their hearts, the ink moxibustion song kills the crazy knife, just like an ant raping an elephant in their hearts, and this huge contrast makes them still immersed in the previous competition.

"Your son, is there anything else?" The person who was called over by Lan Chumu looked at Lan Chumu with some restraint, and the people in front of him all looked extraordinary.

"It's okay. Let's go. Lan Chumu shook his hand casually and sent him down.

As soon as the man received the order, he ran away.

"I'll find a time to see what that dark fox looks like." Lan Chumu laughed, and walked towards the position of Dongfang Han and the others who had just followed with the wind reversal marks. Soon forgot about the Dark Fox.

"That's right. Han, I heard that your fiancée gave you a green hat before she even crossed the door. When several people walked through the VIP passage together, Lan Chumu laughed, and seemed to be extremely happy about what happened to his friend.

The group of gentlemen behind him was immediately silent, although they said that they were brothers on the surface, but there was also a strict hierarchy between them. Only Lan Chumu dared to make a joke about Dongfang Han like this, and poked at other people's wounds.

Dongfang Han's face turned dark, but he quickly recovered, his expression was faint, and he didn't seem to care, "From today onwards, she will not be my fiancée." ”

Lan Chumu smiled, "What?" I finally made up my mind, I thought you were thinking about Aunt Leng Yue, and you would really marry that shameless straw bag.

Come on, come on, have a drink with my brother today. Congratulations on finally escaping that bale of straw. ”

Dongfang Han raised his eyebrows, "I have already written the letter of resignation."

If that doesn't happen, it's possible that I will really take care of Aunt Leng Yue and take care of her daughter for the rest of my life. It's just ......" Saying this, Dongfang Han frowned, "She disappointed me too much." "Having an affair with a subordinate, this is a big scandal.

How could the royal family tolerate a daughter-in-law who fornicated with a subordinate. If you don't execute Zhan Yanmoxibustion Song, it can be regarded as mercy, and as for wanting to marry into the royal family, it is simply impossible.

At this time, Feng Rebellion, who had always been silent and silent, spoke, with a light smile on his handsome face, and said amazingly, "If you don't want it, can you give me the Zhanyan Moxibustion Song?" ”

Scare!

The atmosphere fell silent in an instant!

Everyone looked at the wind reversal mark with wide eyes in disbelief, obviously not being able to digest what he had just said.

"Reverse Scar, you don't have a fever in your brain, do you?!" Lan Chumu, who was the most talkative among the several people, also touched the forehead of the wind reversal mark with his hand, but was swept down by the other party's facelessness, he didn't care, and bitterly dissuaded: "That's the song of Zhanyan moxibustion!" It's none other than Zhanyan Moxibustion Song!

Straw bales are brainless, whether it is female red embroidery poems and songs or martial arts cultivation, at the age of eleven, she committed a nymphomaniac at the Hundred Flowers Banquet, pursued Rong Xihua, the prince of Xilongguo, and was mercilessly thrown into Qingchi's reputation like a stone in a pit of war, inflammation, moxibustion, and songs!! After saying this paragraph without breaking in, Lan Chumu looked at the wind reversal mark with a gaze begging the prodigal son to turn back.