"Hello, Big Scallion."

Zhu Zhuang smiled, bent over, and stretched out a palm to shake hands with the person opposite.

The person opposite him is, of course, a gentleman, a young Simon Satoshi.

Ximen Cong saw that Zhu Zhuang wanted to shake hands with him, and he also stretched out and shook Zhu Zhuang's big hand.

Zhu Zhuang's hands are also big, and Ximen Cong's hands are small and small.

They hold big hands with small hands and are not afraid to slip when they walk, but they stand facing each other and do not walk.

After Ximen Satoshi held Zhuzhuang's hand, the first feeling was hard, the second feeling was thick, and the third feeling was hard and thick.

The other perfect plant hands he had touched before were very delicate, like the smooth inner skin of a plant.

But Zhu Zhuang's hand was not like this, his palm seemed to have many protruding thorns, and it was very uncomfortable to hold Ximen Cong's hand.

And his hands were full of muscles, very hard, like steel.

The skin of Zhu Zhuang's whole body is dark, and it is the first time that Ximen Satoshi has seen a perfect plant with this skin color.

His figure is taller than Simon Satoshi, with an upper body, and the width of his body is more than twice that of Simon Satoshi.

His limbs were very thick, and of course his whole body was covered with hard muscles.

Ximen Cong recalled Chi San's words to describe Zhu Zhuang, and he felt that what Chi San said was not wrong at all, Zhu Zhuang was really tall, hard, thick and black.

He also felt that it was right for Buckru to make Zhu Zhuang the second leader of the rebels, and he couldn't make the right choice anymore.

And after he became the boss of the rebels, he also had to continue to let Zhu Zhuang be the second boss of the rebels.

"Only such a thick, such tall, such hard, and such a black bamboo is worthy of being the second child of our rebels."

"He represents the thick, tall, hard, and black bones of every soldier of our rebels."

Simon Satoshi sighed in his heart.

"Hello Brother Zhuqiang, please take care of me when we meet for the first time."

Ximen Satoshi said while shaking Zhuzhuang's hand.

Zhu Zhuang just shook hands with Simon Cong gently and friendly, and did not squeeze his hand hard, giving him an idea of getting off the horse.

The touch from the palm of his hand made Ximen Cong know that Zhu Zhuang shook hands with him to express friendship, and Zhu Zhuang was also very satisfied with his name, so he became more and more satisfied with Zhu Zhuang, the second child of the rebels.

Of course, his satisfaction with Zhu Zhuang is judged by his status as the future leader of the rebels.

"Brother Shallow, we take care of each other, take care of each other."

Zhu Zhuang withdrew his hand and said with a shy smile.

Zhu Zhuang's posture made Ximen Cong feel that Zhu Zhuang was too polite to him, and he was a little uncomfortable.

However, he thought that he was the future leader of the rebels, and it was nothing for the second child to behave like this.

He was now in what looked like a conference room, with a round table in the middle of the room, and chairs next to it.

While he was still patiently savoring the mimosque's hair in the room, Chi San came to the door and said that the second rebel wanted to see him, so he was brought to this conference room.

In this conference room, there were already four people sitting on the bamboo chairs around the round table, in addition to him, there were Chi San, Zhu Zhuang and Bai Niang.

It was a very coincidental coincidence that he knew them all.

"Is this the Resistance's meeting room? Did you call me for a meeting? ”

Ximen Cong asked Zhu Zhuang curiously.

"No, Brother Shallow, I called you here just to ask what happened in the royal city?"

"Why did you bring Shame and Nan Fei out?"

After hearing this, Ximen Cong said in his heart: "So that's the case, I haven't had time to tell them about it yet." ”

"That's right..."

In this way, Satoshi Ximen began to narrate.

He found the mimosa man that happened in the royal city, and was taken away with Nan Fei, and he took the vegetative warriors to Nan Fei's location, and then went alone to rescue Nan Fei and the mimostry man and told the other three people about it.

Among them, he described the battle between him and the two perfect planters who captured Nan Fei and Mimosa Man.

After he finished speaking, Chisan, Zhuzhuang and Bai Niang were all silent.

Ximen Cong was sitting precariously, not squinting, and looking at the three people around him with a smile.

"Brother Shallow, are the third legs of those two perfect planters really thicker than the bamboo thighs?"

Chisan was the first to recover from his shock, and he asked with an incredulous expression.

"Needless to say, am I still using rhetorical devices?"

"What figure of speech?"

"Kwak."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that their third leg is much thicker than I described..."

Simon said conclusively.

"That green brother, your fights really spanned thousands of miles and spread all over the royal city?"

"The aftermath of your battle really wiped out dozens of teams of Wang Weijun?"

Chi San continued to ask, but he was still a little unconvinced.

"Why am I lying to you?"

"Those two perfect planters both use sticks, and I use swords.

"There are not many people who can withstand the shock wave that we send out when our sticks and swords intersect."

"It's the night, no, even if Buckru comes, he can't easily get close to the place where we are fighting."

Simon Satoshi originally wanted to use the analogy of a night's sleep, but he thought that he was going to be the boss of the rebels, so he replaced it with Bakru.

"When the other Perfect Planters in the royal city saw the aftermath of our battle, they thought it was a night of fighting with Buckru in the royal city."

"Are they really brainless, do Buckru dare to fight with Su Ye? I just borrowed the courage of his number, and he didn't dare. ”

Satoshi said, holding out his middle finger to the other three.

"Brother Shallot, do you mean to lend Boss Buckru 10 million guts, and he won't dare to fight with Su Ye?"

Chisan thought he understood the meaning of the numbers that Ximen Satoshi gestured to, so he said.

"Wrong, Chisan, you don't say much."

"The number I'm comparing is rounded to 100 million."

"Even if I lend Buckru 100 million guts, he won't dare to fight with Su Ye."

"Don't say 100 million, it's 200 million, 10 billion, Bacoru doesn't dare."

"Are you saying I'm right?"

Speaking of this, Simon Satoshi asked rhetorically.

"Yes, yes, I agree with what you said."

"Me too, and I trust the boss very much in this matter."

Chisan and Zhu Zhuang both opened their mouths to agree, and Bai Niang, who did not speak, nodded vigorously.

"Haha, Buckru, you're really distracted."

"Laugh at me, you don't have the courage to fight all night, and there is no one in the rebels from top to bottom, from old to bottom, who doesn't believe it."

"You better save face and retire, since you can't do it, you should let the people who do it come."

"Who's going to do the whole rebel army? Isn't that just me? ”

"You just enjoy your retirement peacefully, watch me move my fingers casually, and easily beat the night."

"And then I'm going to punch and punch and play with the night, and make it regret that his mother gave birth to it."

Ximen Cong's heart is now in a high mood, and he can't wait to laugh out loud, beat his chest and run to vent his heroic spirit.

"Cong Lun, did you really defeat those two perfect planters, and then cut through the walls of the royal city with a sword, and walked out with Nan Fei and Shame with a swagger?"

Bai Niang asked.

After she finished asking, she looked at Simon Satoshi with both eyes.

However, the voice that answered her came from the mouth of the bamboo Zhuang next to her.

"I'm sure it's true, Brother Shallot's lightsaber is very powerful, and it's very easy to cut through the walls of the royal city."

"You asked this question in vain, Brother Onion must have evolved from Yuguang Grass."

"Don't you know about Ayu? Brother Shallot's lightsaber and Ah Yu's lightsaber must be just as powerful. ”

Ximen Cong heard that Zhu Zhuang misunderstood that he was evolved from a royal light grass, and he acquiesced without refuting it.

He had already said that he was fighting with a sword, but he didn't explicitly say that it was a lightsaber.

It's good to have such a misunderstanding now, so that he won't have to explain more when he uses "Agne's lightsaber" in the future.

"Zhu Zhuang said it well, he is worthy of being the second brother of the rebels, who is thick, tall, black and hard."

"Once my lightsaber is used, the sword wind will be 80,000 zhang long, and a sword will frost the central city."

"After I defeated those two perfect planters at that time, I just used the lightsaber in my hand to slash casually."

"Then the walls of the royal city were broken, and I swaggered out."

"Those Wang Weijun who saw me immediately ran away, as if their wives were playing with the old Wang next door, and they wanted to go home quickly to join them in playing."

"Also, I evolved from the Imperial Light Grass, and since I was discovered by you, I won't get along with you in an ordinary and perfect way."

After Ximen Satoshi finished speaking, he quickly rubbed his hair with his hand, he wanted to hide the green onion leaf-like hair so that no one else could find out.