Chapter 108: The Style of That Slap

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Zhao Sicheng took out a list, handed it to Jia Qing and said, "Jia Qing, there are enough Yuan Crystal Coins in the storage space that the deity has given you, you must buy these things when you see them." Where is the fastest update of the novel? Please look for the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info if there is nothing to do, you can go back and prepare! The sooner you collect these materials, the better. ”

Jia Qing took the list with both hands and said softly, "Xiaoqing will definitely do it for you." ”

Now that Jia Qing's matter has been dealt with, Zhao Sicheng turned his head and asked, "Chris, take the seven of them with Ai Wen, and the deity will go out for a while." ”

"Yes, young master. Chris said with some excitement that Chris had not woken up from the ecstasy of receiving the exercises, and his voice seemed a little excited.

Zhao Sicheng left Xiaoyao Pavilion and walked in the direction of Zhao Yuanzheng.

Zhao Yuanzheng is about to go to the battlefield, and Zhao Sicheng still has some things to prepare for Zhao Yuanzheng.

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Zhao Yuanzheng has been very excited these days, looking forward to time passing faster every day, and what makes Zhao Yuanzheng most relieved is that Ye Xi'er did not stop him like other women.

"Dad!" Zhao Yuanzheng heard Zhao Sicheng's voice, and then came back to his senses, Zhao Yuanzheng knew that this little son was not an ordinary person, but he still habitually hugged Zhao Sicheng.

Zhao Sicheng also habitually let go of his innate vitality, Zhao Yuanzheng immediately felt that something was wrong, the breath on Zhao Sicheng's body that made him feel the growth of his fighting spirit was obviously much weaker, Zhao Yuanzheng asked eagerly: "Sicheng, why is your breath so weak, are you okay?"

Zhao Sicheng also discovered this problem, and Zhao Sicheng directly told the truth: "Dad, don't worry, Sicheng just repaired a broken arm for one of his subordinates, and the energy consumption is a little larger, and it will be fine after a few days of rest." ”

Zhao Sicheng then pretended to be mysterious and said: "Dad, Sicheng has accepted a few new subordinates this time, and I want my mother to come and get to know him." ”

"Oh, what kind of subordinates did Sicheng receive this time?" Zhao Yuanzheng asked symbolically, he was already immune to Zhao Sicheng's frequent subordinates, and he would not be as surprised as he was at the beginning.

"It's not a great subordinate, it's just seven saint levels!" Zhao Sicheng said indifferently.

"Cough, cough, cough......" Zhao Yuanzheng, a saint-level powerhouse, was directly choked by his own saliva.

Subsequently, Zhao Yuanzheng was depressed for a while, because Zhao Sicheng said that the saint-level is not a great person, and Zhao Yuanzheng is also a saint-level, Zhao Yuanzheng involuntarily thought of himself.

Zhao Sicheng also found that it was a bit inappropriate to say this, and hurriedly comforted: "Dad, no matter how powerful they are, they are your son's subordinates, don't think so much." ”

Zhao Yuanzheng was still a little depressed, but he felt a lot better, but he thought beautifully in his heart: "My son is really my seed, no matter how powerful he is, he will think of me as a father." ”

Zhao Yuanzheng wanted to see Zhao Sicheng's subordinates quickly, since Zhao Yuanzheng's vein was separated from the Zhao family, Zhao Yuanzheng had not seen so many saint levels for a long time.

"Sicheng's good son, call them over quickly!" Zhao Yuanzheng urged.

Zhao Sicheng said unhurriedly: "Can Dad go to Mom first?"

Zhao Yuanzheng felt that his hands were a little itchy, so he turned around with Zhao Sicheng in his arms, and looked at Zhao Sicheng's buttocks, "Slap!" was a slap, this little son is too hateful.

Zhao Yuanzheng finished this slap, and the refreshment in his heart felt more refreshing than reading the ten rounds of the little peach battle in the \@δΉ¦* pavilion.

Zhao Yuanzheng felt that he had a sense of accomplishment, Zhao Sicheng's actions really made Zhao Yuanzheng, a father, feel very good, Zhao Yuanzheng slapped this slap, and felt more accomplished than breaking through the holy level.

Zhao Sicheng was stunned, his little buttocks were slapped, and it hurt so much that it didn't hurt, but Zhao Sicheng lamented in his heart: "It's over, it was seen by those subordinates, and the fame of the deity was all in vain." ”

Chris and the seven saint levels in secret, seeing this scene with their own eyes, the eight people collectively stiffened, and the eight people looked at Zhao Yuanzheng with extreme admiration at the same time, "It's really amazing, the young master who can fight has no resistance." ”

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"Miss, isn't there too much you have prepared? Lian Xiang said helplessly.

Reika looked at the food and clothes that filled a room, and felt that her young lady was stimulated somewhere.

"Xiyu, take a good look at it, what else do you have to prepare for Yuan Zheng?" Ye Xi'er asked.

Xiyu also looked at these things with some nerve-wracking, this pot is somewhat useful, and the scissors are also quite useful, but what are you doing with a kitchen knife? Do you want the prince to cook vegetables, or do you want the prince to use the kitchen knife to kill the enemy? And the needle and thread, how many men will use that thing? Not everyone loves to make clothes as much as Miss.

"Mom, Sister Lianxiang and Sister Xiyu are here!" Zhao Sicheng said in a milky voice.

Ye Xi'er saw Zhao Yuanzheng and his son at this time, Ye Xi'er hurriedly pulled Zhao Yuanzheng into the room, and said in a somewhat high-pitched voice: "Yuanzheng, look at what is still missing." ”

Zhao Yuanzheng and Zhao Sicheng saw a room full of things, and they were obviously not lightened, but Zhao Yuanzheng still said gently: "Xi'er, don't be busy yet, I have something to talk to you about." ”

Lian Xiang and Xiyu were also very eye-catching, knowing that Zhao Yuan was about to tell Ye Xi'er something secret, the two glanced at each other and retired at the same time.

Zhao Yuanzheng saw that there was no one else, so he said cautiously: "Xi'er, tell you something, don't be too surprised." Our good son Sicheng has taken in seven more saint-level subordinates. ”

"Ahh

snatched Zhao Sicheng from Zhao Yuanzheng's arms, pinched Zhao Sicheng's pink face and said, "Sicheng is a good baby, say it quickly! There is something else to hide from my parents." ”

Zhao Sicheng didn't want to irritate Ye Xi'er, he was the culprit who had recently made the Thunder Emperor a terrible mess.

The emperor's brother Zhao Siqian is busy cleaning up the remnants of Duke Jumu's forces this month, mainly Duke Jumu's property, Zhao Sicheng also admires Zhao Siqian a little, his cousin, although Zhao Siqian's ability is not strong, but Zhao Siqian is also decisive in doing things, which is very similar to Zhao Sicheng's temper.

The cycle of karma was unhappy, Duke Jumu instigated Zhao Siqian to destroy Earl Xiliang, but Duke Jumu is now ending up with Earl Xiliang, all the men in the direct line were killed, and all the women and collateral were reduced to slaves by Zhao Siqian.

The hundred-legged insect is dead but not stiff, Duke Jumu is a hereditary nobleman with a territory, and there are still a few holy levels in the family's territory, but this time, Duke Jumu's family has been reduced by eight holy levels, and all the forces in the imperial capital have collapsed.

Additional Today's Winner:

Lunar calendar: November 16 (Jihai) (Chong Snake)

Today's auspicious evil: auspicious (auspicious every day) (total lunar eclipse)

Today's auspicious time: Zi, Yin, Wei, Shen

Today's fierce time: ugly, ε·³, noon, unitary

Twenty-eight Nakshatras: Willows

Appropriate: bathing, tailoring, stuffing holes, praying for blessings

Don't: Seek medical treatment and enter the house

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