The little fat man was naturally very angry, chewed the sugar cube in his mouth fiercely, walked in front of Chen Zhe and said, "Who do you say is the soil bun?"

Chen Zhe's disdainful eyes seemed to be thicker, his eyebrows raised, and he deliberately asked rhetorically with the emphasis of teasing the little fat man: "Who do you say I am talking about?

Chen Zhe deliberately stretched the pronunciation of the words very long and low. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This is blatant irony!

After Chen Zhe finished speaking, he laughed out loud......

With sarcastic laughter echoing in the lobby on the first floor of the inn.

The little fat man's chubby little face was flushed.

Laugh at me!

Say I'm a dirt bun!

Insult my dignity!

The little fat man felt unbearable!

If you endure it at this moment, won't you become a turtle with a shrunken head?

The little fat man swung out directly towards Chen Zhe's face door with a pair of big fists.

People always like to be lively, and the post hall at this moment has long been crowded with all kinds of people watching the excitement.

Chen Zhe immediately blocked the little fat man's attack fist with a sword, and flashed to the table next to him. The mouth continued to sarcastically: "Come here, come and beat me......"

The little fat man's eyes were burning with anger, like a moving hill, rushing straight to Chen Zhe.

However, Chen Zhe is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he is proud of himself, and he naturally has a proud book!

The young Chen Zhe cultivated to the level of a second-grade sword master last month.

Chen Zhe deftly dodged an attack from the little fat man.

looked at Chen Zhe's extremely contemptuous eyes, arrogant and proud posture, and hot and cold mocking and teasing words. The little fat man was ruthless, and he didn't care about Chen Zhe's scabbard.

He just wanted to teach Chen Zhe a lesson in the most earthy way, and he wanted to leave some traces on Chen Zhe's body before he stopped.

The most earthy and direct method of the little fat man is: bite with his mouth.

If you insult me, then I want you to know the consequences of insulting me, if I can't hit you, I don't believe that I can't bite you!

The little fat man gritted his teeth and found an opportunity to pounce again.

Angry, the little fat man has the heart to eat Chen Zhe's meat at the moment.

Wrapped around Chen Zhe's arm, the little fat man bit hard.

The little fat man usually likes to chew things in his mouth, and he also likes to gnaw bones the most when eating, and his teeth are more powerful.

There was already blood seeping out on Chen Zhe's blue sleeves, and Chen Zhe screamed in pain.

He never thought that the little fat man would bite him with his mouth, and his arm that was asked for began to struggle, and his hand was already holding the silver fox sword.

Chen Zhe's arm was bitten by the little fat man, and he couldn't care so much, he wanted to draw his sword.

It is strictly forbidden to draw swords and fight without a life or death situation in the imperial capital, especially in public places.

If you want to draw a sword and fight, you can go to the martial arts arena, and you can go to the first life building in a life-and-death fight.

Chen Zhe can't control it so much, besides, he is the young city lord of Baiyun City, what is he afraid of?

Just as Chen Zhe was about to pull out his sword, a hand suddenly pressed his hand holding the hilt of the sword.

The person who held down Chen Zhe to draw his sword was Fan Qingsong, Fan Qingsong was also disturbed by the noise in the hall, looked upstairs, but he didn't expect to see the little fat man who seemed to be fighting with a young man in blue.

At this moment, no matter what the reason, he thought that it was necessary for him to come down to help the little fat man, and it was obvious that the little fat man couldn't beat the young man in blue.

The little fat man also noticed Fan Qingsong's arrival and let go of the mouth that was biting Chen Zhe's arm.

The little fat man's mouth was full of blood between his teeth, and when he saw Fan Qingsong's old friend, he naturally smiled, but his bloody teeth grinned, and he looked a little bit like that......

Chen Zhecai's wolf-like gloomy gaze stared at Fan Qingsong. "Who are you, and how dare you take care of your own business?"

Chen Zhe has a snow-white white cloud jade pendant around his waist, which is a symbol of his identity, and ordinary people will naturally avoid it when they see it, and they will not take the initiative to provoke it.

The crowd of onlookers all have a heart, as long as it is not their own business, of course, they are happy to continue to watch the excitement.

Especially those who already knew Chen Zhe's identity, they were looking forward to Chen Zhe drawing his sword when they were fighting with the little fat man, and they all wanted to know how the City Patrol Division would treat a powerful Second Ancestor.

No one stood up to calm the turmoil, and even if they wanted to, they didn't dare to provoke Chen Zhe.

Who would dare to provoke someone with a backstage!

Moreover, the city lord of Baiyun City, Chen Mianqiu, is a strong sword emperor, and the two deputies of the white cloud city lord are also strong sword emperors, and his staff members who join the army are all peak sword king powerhouses.

provoked Chen Zhe and couldn't get along with Chen Zhe, that is, he couldn't get along with his son Chen Mian, and the consequences could be imagined.

But Fan Qingsong dared!

It's not just because Fan Qingsong and Little Fat Man know each other, but they are friends.

If this kind of thing happened to someone else, Fan Qingsong would still prevent Chen Zhe from drawing his sword.

On the one hand, he doesn't like to see the arrogant flames of bullies in front of the weak, and he doesn't like people who don't know how to respect others.

On the other hand, Chen Zhe, a young man in blue, is still a teenager, and the bad cells on his body have not yet become a cancer that cannot be removed, and the consequences of what he does have not been further expanded, so he has to stop it.

"It doesn't matter who I am!"

Fan Qingsong looked at Chen Zhe's eyes and said.

"The important thing is that some people tend to be too self-righteous to recognize their mistakes and go further and further down the wrong path......"

These words were like a slap in the face to Chen Zhe.

Chen Zhe may have been at fault for himself, and his face suddenly turned red like a monkey's buttocks.

He wanted to draw his sword again, but looking at Fan Qingsong's eyes, he was a little scared.

Chen Zhe seemed to see death from Fan Qingsong's hollow and deep eyes.

Since Fan Qingsong came to this world, he also felt that his eyes were sometimes sharp and terrifying.

On the way to the imperial capital, ordinary beasts saw Fan Qingsong's eyes and bowed their heads and knelt down.

Fan Qingsong had never used this kind of look on people.

The longer I stared at it, the more I felt numb all over my body and my bones were soft.

Chen Zhe slowly withdrew his sword.

He glanced at Fan Qingsong with ulterior motives, and then glanced at the little fat man with hatred, and then turned around and went upstairs holding the tooth marks on his arm that had just been bitten by the little fat man.

The little fat man probably didn't know Chen Zhe's identity, and made a grimace at Chen Zhe's hateful eyes disapprovingly.

Although Fan Qingsong didn't know Chen Zhe's specific identity, he could guess a few points.

Fan Qingsong didn't think much about this matter, he was a human being in two lives, he didn't cause trouble, but he wasn't afraid of it.

If anyone sins against me, I will offend.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth!

This is Fan Qingsong's principle of life in this world.

Fan Qingsong is a principled person, and the bottom line of principles cannot be crossed.

The people in the hall who were watching the excitement dispersed, and the post station returned to normal.

A little turmoil ended like this.

The little fat man poured a bowl of tea, coughed his mouth, and went to the counter to start the check-in process.