Chapter 338: Ouyang Chuan

The fat steward was hurrying away, so naturally he didn't hear anything, but a black and strong female handyman on the side heard two cold snorts from Lan Buregret. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The female handyman was unhappy in her heart, turned her head, and happened to see Lan Buregret having a beautiful and elegant appearance, and suddenly felt depressed and jealous, and secretly took a sip before she finished, but quietly glared at Lan Buregret, and asked in a low voice: "What are you humming, are you dissatisfied with doing the handyman?" Be careful I tell the steward, so that you don't even have to do the handyman." ā€

Lan does not regret: "......"

"Poof. ā€

The pure version of Lu Zheng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Pity it a soft and weak grass, as soon as I saw the witch who caught and killed whom, I subconsciously trembled in my heart, and the witch seemed to look at it very unpleasantly, and the old love took a cold look at it, and it was really frightened that its young leaves withered.

But who would have thought that this terrifying witch was actually reprimanded and threatened by a mortal handyman.

Haha, that's so funny.

At this moment, if the master is asked to see this terrifying witch like this, he will probably laugh crazy, right?

The Phantom Heart Grass, which transformed into Lu Zheng's appearance, laughed loudly in his heart, his face and shoulders trembled, and he almost couldn't help laughing.

At this time, a cool and faint sight floated in the distance, the body of the phantom heart grass stiffened, and the cold sweat fell to the ground, and he didn't dare to get carried away anymore.

Lan Buregret retracted his gaze with satisfaction, with a light and elegant face that was not smiling, and turned to the bold female handyman and said: "Sister has learned a lesson, my sister is not careful for a while, and I will not do it again next time, and I hope that my sister's subordinates will be merciful." ā€

"Huh. Scold. ā€

The female handyman snorted twice, opened her mouth and wanted to reprimand a few words, a pair of Shanglan did not regret the smile that did not smile, but she felt a cold heart for no reason, and the hairs on her whole body exploded.

The female handyman took a sip of her own, her face turned pale, and she subconsciously stayed away from Lan Buregret, who seemed to be weak and easy to bully.

At this moment, the edge of the main square in front of the mountain can already be seen in the distance.

The fat steward stood in the distance, turned back suddenly, raised his voice and admonished: "When you are a handyman, you must look like a handyman, from now on, silence and try to be as light as possible, you know, you group of unpopular things, but don't make the slightest noise, disturb the noble disciples, they are different from you." ā€

Satisfied, a group of handymen closed their mouths nervously, stood on tiptoe and walked gently, and the fat steward turned around proudly and continued to walk forward with the people.

In stark contrast to the newcomer miscellaneous servant who was so frightened that his liver trembled, this fat steward had big sleeves and thunderous steps along the way, for fear that others would not know that he was coming.

The surrounding disciples all bowed down to say hello when they saw this fat steward, and as soon as this fat steward saw a higher rank than himself, he immediately changed from a proud peacock to a pug with a tail between his legs.

The ugliness of such two-faced people seems to be an old tradition in the Xuantian Gate, and it can be seen everywhere, from the miscellaneous disciples to the elders in charge.

Such a sect that is rotten to the root can be regarded as a rare wonder in the rivers and lakes of true qi.

The chaotic state around lasted for another half an hour, and the newcomer disciples who were about to participate in the "Brainwashing Conference" gathered in the huge square one after another.

Not long after, a group of inner disciples wearing cyan suits walked out, first looking around with their eyes above the top, and then dividing into left and right, surrounding the square.

Looking at this posture, it should be the beginning of that alternative "brainwashing conference".

Sure enough, after another moment of effort, several middle-aged men who looked like stewards walked out, shouted orders in a low voice, and beckoned the fat steward and other low-level stewards to quickly discipline a group of newcomers under their charge.

"You low-level things that do not enter the stream, listen to the steward, the master of the door will arrive immediately, wait to hold your breath and concentrate, it is best not to make a sound, otherwise, you will not be able to eat and walk around when the time comes, but don't blame the steward for not warning you in advance. ā€

The fat steward in charge of the men's and women's miscellaneous servants, although he had already educated the newcomers and miscellaneous servants, at this time, he didn't know whether it was because he was really uneasy or because of something else such as showing off his might, he pointed his throat and commanded again.

"Yes, Steward. ā€

There was a little handyman whose voice was as thin as a mosquito, and he responded quietly and quietly, and immediately pleased the fat butler who got carried away.

Lan Bu regretted retracting his gaze, and the corners of his mouth should not be hooked.

She is about to get tired of playing this kind of face-changing game, although what she is facing at this moment is her own face.

Lan Buregret glanced at the pure and good version of Lu Zheng pretended to be by the Phantom Heart Grass not far behind him, squinted his eyes, and almost couldn't hold back and snorted coldly.

At this moment, a special sight crossed through the crowd.

Lan Buregret looked in the direction, and saw a young man with a beautiful face slowly retracting his gaze, and raised his eyebrows in her direction.

is obviously a young and young face that is not very handsome at a deep glance, but when he raised his eyebrows on that face, he had a little more inexplicable mature temptation.

Lan Buregret's originally irritable and boring heart suddenly became happy, and he bent his lips coldly at Lu Zheng, who was facing others, and in a blink of an eye, Lan Buregret began to be patient again, and continued to play her elegant little hibiscus.

The black strong female handyman who was so dead and inexplicably feared Lan Buregret was unlucky enough to watch Lan Buregret's face change process throughout the whole process.

Facing the other party's trembling gaze, Lan Buregret rolled his eyes slightly, and handed the other party an elegant and harmless smile.

As a result, the black strong female handyman didn't know what was going on, so she foamed at the mouth on the spot, convulsed all over, and fell to the ground.

The sudden situation of a rookie female handyman did not cause much commotion, and the fat steward just waved his hand and asked the disciples in the door to drag her down and throw her down the mountain.

"This woman is crazy, and she can't control it when she sees the big scene, so such a role is naturally not suitable for continuing to stay in my Xuantianmen. The fat steward said.

As the fat steward spoke, a solemn bell rang.

On the noisy square, the voices of people stopped for a moment, and several figures were seen slowly coming from the distant sky, the first one was the most imposing, taking the lead, and fell on the vacant high platform.

Where this person landed, there was a "click", and cracks cracked through the cracks.

Many disciples hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look directly.

This man was a thin old man with a goatee, wearing a wide white robe embroidered with peonies with golden threads, his chin raised high, and he glanced at people from the corner of his eyes, and was very arrogant.

It is the master of Xuantian Gate, Ouyang Chuan. (To be continued.) )