Although Young Master Zhu is fat, he is fat but not stupid, and he knows that there are thorns in this little second word, but he can't think of how to deal with it for a while, so he said casually: "The first beauty of Shuiyun, phew, what is one of the ten most legendary Shuiyun, I think eighty percent of it is mixed up by hue." ”

"Wow, the fat brother even knows such a shocking story, it seems that he is not an ordinary person. It's really young and promising, young and promising, dare to ask the fat brother if he has children!"

Nalan Zhe touched his lower lip with his thumb and smiled weirdly.

Hearing this, Young Master Zhu was a little confused, his face was confused, and he didn't know what the purpose of this little second asked this. For some reason, he was faintly uneasy in his heart, and he was sure that this uneasiness came from the mediocre-looking Xiao Er in gray clothes in front of him.

Even more uneasy than Young Master Zhu was the human-level guard Cheng Yihan, he faintly felt a tingling in his scalp, he couldn't tell the reason, he usually only felt this way when he was in danger.

Obviously, the little second in front of him is very dangerous, although he can't say where the danger is.

In Cheng Yihan's opinion, this little er named Zhang Aniu, who is about early twenties, looks decent, neither handsome nor ugly, wears gray clothes, and his figure is quite slender, but only slightly thin.

The most conspicuous thing is the long hair that reaches half up to the waist, slightly yellow, I don't know if it is malnutrition or other reasons.

In addition, Xiao Er's exposed skin is abnormally white, not the white of those Caucasian people in Snow Country, but a miserable white, as if it has not been exposed to the sun for decades, and the white makes people chill.

At this time, Xiao Er's face was smiling with a friendly smile, and the corner of his right mouth was slightly upturned. I don't know if it is a psychological effect, but in Cheng Yihan's eyes. Even the arc of that smile looked weird.

"Do I have a son to care about your birds!"

Young Master Zhu had already sensed that Xiao Er's intentions were not good, so he simply avoided the process. Directly singled out, "You're here to find trouble!"

"Alas, the fat brother misunderstood, the little one just didn't want the fat brother to become an unfilial person. ”

Nalan Zhe sighed and shook his head, looking regretful.

"What do you mean by that?"

Young Master Zhu asked Nalan Zhe with a glaring face, looking unhappy, as if his answer could not be satisfied with the fat man, he would have to serve with his fists.

"Haven't you heard of it? There are three unfilial pieties, and no queen is great. Nalanzhe replied with a hippie smile.

At this moment, everyone who was not in his brain sensed the meaning of the provocation, and Young Master Zhu shouted loudly and was about to rush forward to start a war.

Cheng Yihan reacted quickly and grabbed Young Master Zhu, but he didn't expect that this seemingly fat and stupid Young Master Zhu had great strength and broke free. Swing your fist and you're going to smash it.

Nalan Zhe didn't dodge, just moved his finger lightly, flicked something similar to a card on Young Master Zhu's face, and then—Young Master Zhu's angry fist stopped. Stopped in mid-air.

- It's a red card!

"You, you ......"

Young Master Zhu was stunned with an expression of eating. Speechless.

Cheng Yihan was also so frightened that he couldn't move, he thought that the situation was a bit serious. But I didn't expect it to be so serious. Unexpectedly, the young restaurant junior before turned out to be a red card holder.

Red card. It's called a blood card!

......

"Pick it up. Nalan Zhe said lightly, slowly brushed his thumb over the side of his lips, his expression changed from the hippie smile just now to a serious face, in the eyes of Young Master Zhu, it was completely a face of death, extremely terrifying.

Young Master Zhu picked it up tremblingly, didn't dare to look at the words on the red card, and respectfully handed it to Nalan Zhe, who stretched out his hand and popped the card out with his fingers, and said lightly: "Pick it up." ”

Young Master Zhu stood up to pick it up, took two steps and knelt down, as if he had no strength, after picking up the red card, he didn't dare to stand up, his body trembled and crawled to Nalan Zhe's side, and handed the card respectfully.

At this time, almost everyone in the restaurant turned their eyes to this side, and from the eyes of the audience, it was obvious that such a message could be read: play again.

Naranzhe lived up to his expectations and flicked the card away again.

This time, Young Master Zhu did not climb to pick it up, but kowtowed vigorously, and shouted while kowtowing: "Uncle spare your life, uncle spare your life." ”

Young Master Zhu was very sincere, and he saw Uncle Cat shaking his head in the distance, for fear that he would break the ground.

"I have to trouble the fat brother to lick the portrait clean. ”

Nalan Zhe found a chair and sat down peacefully, crossed Erlang's legs, and pointed to the portrait that had been soiled by Young Master Zhu with his hand.

Young Master Zhu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but quickly reacted, rushed up and licked it, and as soon as he went up, he first licked the phlegm that fell on Shui Yunsha's bare feet in the painting, which was the mouthful he spit out earlier.

Nalan Zhe thought to himself, it seems that if this person wants to live, he will really do anything.

Some viewers looked disgusted and turned their heads, but some viewers were so happy that they watched it with relish, but they didn't cheer.

On the contrary, Naranzhe couldn't stand it anymore.

"Okay, okay, just wipe your clothes clean, and remember not to spit in the future. ”

Young Master Zhu nodded vigorously, looking like he couldn't promise Nalan Zhe that he would swallow all the phlegm for the rest of his life.

Cheng Yihan was trembling beside him, and he was also a little unsteady, and he had already scolded Young Master Zhu in his heart, if those curses could take effect, then the excretion of Young Master Zhu's next generation would be a problem.

At this time, Cheng Yihan only wanted to hurry up and finish this business trip home, if it wasn't for the entrustment, in order to hand over the letter to Master Zhu, he really wanted to go home now.

With this pig's head, it is really bloody mold, and even the blood card has been encountered, and if it continues like this, it is a question whether he can meet his wife and children alive.

At this time, a group of people walked into the main entrance of the restaurant, and a voice immediately came out, "Dad, I'm here!"

The man who was called his father was a huge and sturdy old man, with tendon muscles like he was about to tear his clothes, like the spokesperson of an idiom - old and strong.

The sturdy old man looked at the food in the center of the restaurant and frowned slightly.

"Dad!" Young Master Zhu cried and remained motionless.

Seeing this, Cheng Yihan hurriedly stepped forward and told him what had just happened in a few words, and he deliberately made Young Master Zhu ridiculous, so as to discourage this big man with a red card.

The sturdy old man was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly apologized to Nalan Zhe.

"Little brother is angry, Zhu Zhanbei of Daming City of the Shuiyun Empire is blamed for my lax discipline, the boy Zhu Zhiwei has offended a lot, and he still wants to raise his noble hand, and he is grateful. ”

"Hmph!" Naranzhe made a sound through his nose and ignored him.

Zhu Zhanbei is also a bigwig in Daming City, and now he is insulted by this, and his heart is very unfair, but the situation is serious and he has to do it.

Zhu Zhanbei respectfully picked up the red card on the ground, quickly glanced at it, and saw that it read: Nalan Zhe, from the Cross City of Ghost Island, eighteen years old, there is only one item written in the remarks, five words, but it is these five words that make Zhu Zhanbei's blood coagulate!

- Heaven-level Soul Warrior!

The young man in front of him, who was only less than eighteen years old, turned out to be a junior heaven-level martial artist-soul martial artist!

Zhu Zhanbei gasped, thinking that his son was really in trouble now.

"I didn't expect that the little brother was so young, he was already a heaven-level soul martial artist, and he had seen very little in his sixty years of waste. To have such an accomplishment at such an age, it's—"

Zhu Zhanbei stopped when he said this, his expression was extremely entangled, it seemed that this achievement was so great that there was no suitable word in the world to describe it.

Hearing Zhu Zhanbei say the words "Heavenly Rank Soul Martial Artist", the audience was shocked and whispered.

"I can't see it, this critical realm is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, and he has already entered the ranks of the heavenly rank at a young age, which is amazing!"

"Against the sky! In a few years, wouldn't he want to become a heaven-level ghost martial artist, and maybe even become a heaven-level saint martial artist, if he doesn't go to the Water Cloud Conference, what kind of junior is he here." ”

"Don't, if all the heaven-level martial artists go to participate, what are we going to do with these rank martial artists. ”

"By the way, didn't the Heavenly Rank Martial Artist properly book a seat with ten less water clouds?"

"It's hard to say, the Water Cloud Conference is held every ten years, and I heard that there are only three seats left for martial artists in Shuiyun ten miles this year, and Heavenly Rank martial artists can't pack tickets. ”

"Alas, I haven't had that heart anyway, only ten are elected every ten years, how awesome do you have to be to be elected. ”

...... (To be continued......)