117, on Zhuo's head to watch people put down dishes

117, on Zhuo's head to watch people put down dishes

Who dares to hit the muzzle of the gun at this time, and Fu Sanshan's upright temperament is indeed not liked by everyone in the door, naturally no one speaks for him, only his apprentice Lu Shouyang has a blue face, even if he was said before, he still wants to defend his master a few words:

"Uncle ...... Master"

Before he could speak, he was pierced in place by Zhuo Qiuyan's eye knife, and cut off his words mercilessly.

"I'm not done yet, and no one is allowed to interject. ”

Lu Shouyang's face froze, and he couldn't say anything in his throat, but he could only hear Zhuo Qiuyan continue to say righteously:

"We cultivators of immortals, the most taboo disregard for the Tao, vain self-interest, if everyone is like this, what immortals to cultivate, what Tao to seek. ”

Although he didn't name him, everyone knew who he was talking about, Fu Sanshan's old face was shameless by him, blue and white for a while, and he didn't save any face at all, and he was so ashamed that he wanted to turn his back on it.

At this moment, someone suddenly interjected out of thin air:

"Boss. ”

Zhuo Qiuyan was stunned, and said in his heart that the timid guy was not afraid to talk too much, and he said that he wouldn't let you talk too much, and he dared not to take my words as one thing, looking for trouble, right?

So Zhuo Qiuyan stood with his eyes and followed the voice and turned his head, and when he saw that the person who spoke, he was even more angry.

I couldn't help grinding my teeth, I couldn't help but slander in my heart, I haven't asked you to settle the old account of sealing my big hole before, and now I run out to extinguish my prestige, it's really a tiger who doesn't threaten me when I am a sick cat.

The nose snorted heavily, Zhuo Qiuyan was just about to open his mouth to slam it, but was stopped in place by a sharp look from Mu Xinghe, Rao is Zhuo Qiuyan's thorn, and he couldn't help but tremble, and suddenly remembered how his senior brother used in Xiao Qingtian, and swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

Seeing that Zhuo Qiuyan was honest, Mu Xinghe blocked Zhuo Qiuyan's temper with a few words, and stood up for Fu Sanshan:

"The two uncles are still injured, and this is not a place to talk, so let's talk about something when we go in. ”

He said so, how could Zhuo Qiuyan, who had transformed into a well-behaved junior brother, not obey, and turned his head to Lu Shouyang obediently and ordered:

"You send Uncle Feng and Uncle Xiao in to settle down first, and all the injured are the most serious. ”

Just now, he was stern and didn't allow others to intervene and plead, but Senior Brother Mu opened his mouth, and the head of the house changed his face at that time, for Zhuo Qiuyan's behavior that varies from person to person, Lu Shouyang dissed him with his real name in his heart, but no matter what people say, they are also in charge, and they just complain a few words to Xiaojin.

Moreover, Mu Xinghe intended to give his master the steps down, and he couldn't be suspicious of the east and the west, so Lu Shouyang got the order and hurriedly greeted Qu Mingfei together, led the disgusted Wuji, hugged the injured two, and dragged his master to the inner door.

As soon as they left, everyone moved their eyes behind Zhuo Qiuyan, and they all fell on Mu Xinghe, and they couldn't move away.

The fact that Mu Xinghe was punished to the end of the world was known to everyone in the Qingshan Sect, so it was really surprising that he suddenly appeared here, not to mention the embarrassment of a few main affairs, even ordinary disciples didn't know how much they had turned in their hearts.

Well, how could he come out, their brothers and sisters are making a lot of trouble.

Everyone had many questions in their hearts, but they closed their mouths tightly, and no one asked first.

It was Zhuo Qiuyan who coughed lightly a few times, attracting everyone's attention and finding a reason for Mu Xinghe......

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