292 Master, Senior Brother, Help!

Suddenly, their eyes glowed green, and they were very excited.

"Damn, this group of grandsons in the Xuanyi Pavilion finally have the courage to come to the door to make trouble! Lao Tzu is waiting for them to be moldy!"

"That's right, if you don't fight, you have to be drilled every day, it's just life and death!"

"Brothers, the fat sheep has been sent and beaten to death. But don't beat it to death, lest you get bored!"

Luo Beiyu just brushed aside his guards and said, "Who are you, dare to be my way, get out of the way, I want to find my teacher......"

Before he could finish the sentence "Master", a huge fist had already slammed into his face.

"Whew--!" screamed!

This was followed by the sound of a thumping fight.

Only a few dozen breaths of time passed, and Luo Beiyu and the guards he brought were already lying on the ground.

All of them have blue noses and swollen faces, more air out and less air intake, and they can't get up when they climb.

Guan Hu sat directly on Luo Beiyu's body, and sneered: "Say, who sent you? What do you want to do in our Junji Medical Hall?"

Luo Beiyu glared at Guan Hu fiercely, gritting his teeth, "You...... You bastards! Dare to do this to me, my master and brother will not let you go!"

"Hey, I'm so scared!" Guan Hu plucked his ears, "Tell me, what are the names of your master and brother, see if you are afraid!"

"Hahaha!" The people around the ink camp burst into laughter.

was laughing when he heard a sudden commotion from the crowd of onlookers.

Someone shouted, "It's the charm doctor, the charm doctor and the little boy are back!"

Then, I saw a girl dressed in green clothes with a face like snow, leading a cute child of snow jade and walking slowly.

The moment I saw the two of them.

Luo Beiyu's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Master, little brother, help!"

Hulala--!

It was as if they heard the sound of leaves blowing past their ears.

Guan Hu stiffened his body, turned his head, and looked at Luo Beiyu woodenly, "You, who do you call Master?"

At this moment, Xiaobao had already broken free of Mu Yan's hand and walked slowly in front of him.

His gaze slowly moved up from Luo Beiyu's face, who was about to cry, and fell on Guan Hu, who was already stiff and unable to move.

"Little ...... Little host, you ......"

Xiao Bao narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in his characteristic cold little milk voice: "What do you want to do to my stupid junior brother?"

Hearing his words, the tears that Luo Beiyu had still in his eyes suddenly poured out.

"Little brother, you must make the decision for me!"

Xiaobao turned his head in disgust and spit out the word "stupid".

But the little hand still stretched out, grabbed Guan Hu's collar, and threw the person out directly.

Mu Yan stood aside with a smile and watched the whole process, with a strange flow of light in his eyes.

Xiaobao looks cold.

But once he treats him as his own, he will protect his shortcomings.

For example, this stupid prince who has only been her apprentice for three days and hasn't even learned a single trick and a half from her.

Just because, Luo Beiyu called him "little senior brother" and trusted him wholeheartedly.

"Little ...... Miss!" The people of the ink camp trembled and bowed their heads and stood in front of Mu Yan in a row, shrinking their heads and looking pitiful, "We really don't know, it turns out that this is your apprentice." “

Mainly, the young lady and the little master are obviously so strong.

But this apprentice is inevitably too weak!