"No, I, the young master will stay if he says he will! There are those who don't want to stay..." Li Shu said clearly at me. He is worthy of being a princess. After calling out a tough title, he became tough.

"If you are because of my attitude towards you just now, I apologize to you, is that okay? Prince Wang." Take a deep breath and try to keep yourself calm.

"Are you an apology expression? You have no sincerity." He raised his eyebrows, very imposing.

"Okay, since you please stay, I have something to do, I'll go first." I left, and I felt really angry that I had nowhere to be angry. If you get angry, no matter whether you are a beauty or Spider-Man, you will throw away all the gutters.

"You dare!" Li Shu raised his voice, suddenly felt very upset, and continued to walk outside the house.

"Stop, Fang Jun, please stop for me... for me." The two of them shouted femalely.

Hahaha, it’s very funny. After leaving the thatched hut, he reached out and held the sword at his waist: “Fang Cheng!”

"Here!" I am worthy of being my loyal servant. I was sitting cross-legged in the room waiting for me. My face turned pale and I immediately stood up and stood attentive. My answer was very powerful. My eyes were wide open, like a tiger that could rush out to tear the young master's enemy at any time.

"Very good! Let's go." I was very relieved. There were two cute girls at home waiting for me as a young man to come home. There was still someone by my side... Although I was not a brother, I always felt that Fang Cheng was like one of my arms, an indispensable thing, an emotion similar to a friend.

I walked quickly, two little bald donkeys walked across from me. I didn't know how to give way when I saw this young master came. I didn't feel that I could give way to the bald party. I pulled out my hands, and the bald guys flew up with screams and planted in the bushes on both sides...

Fang Cheng was shocked: "Young Master, you are." Looking at the miserable appearance of the two little bald heads, Fang Cheng's face was a little green.

"It's nothing, it's too strong, I don't control it well." I'm very happy. My brute force is going thousands of miles a day. Two days ago, the 300-pound stone lock in my hand was already light. Another day, I'll ask Uncle Shen to change the 400-pound one to continue practicing. I'm afraid it's too heavy. It's not good to crush my motherland seedlings. I'd better change the 350-pound one to practice. Let's talk about it-

Standing at the entrance of the temple and waiting for Fang Cheng to come over, I finally calmed down a little. I felt that my behavior was a little funny and I felt a little cold. Am I just playing with myself? Why do I have to fight with history? So what if I can fight? If I can't fight, I will hide. At least, we have already snatched a female emperor, which can be considered a revenge on the damn history.

In my eyes, she is a girl with a bad temper, but now, what is Li Shu? She is a princess. The spoiled princess always takes offense and uses her identity to suppress others. If she really wants to marry her, who knows if she wants to use her identity to make her domineering.

It’s good to marry an ugly wife. At least, don’t worry about Uncle Cheng’s daughter at home. Since my father and mother are happy, they will be able to see her. These ancient great men are not as good as us. If you want to educate them, you may not know when you will lose your head and throw it away. It’s better to eat and drink, tease two beautiful girls at home, cultivate feelings with Uncle Cheng’s daughter, and educate your children at home. That day is really comfortable.

Fang Cheng led the horse, and jumped onto the horse's back, before I could drive the horse forward. "Stop!" When did Li Shu run and come to me, I grabbed my horse's reins. My originally delicate red and pink face was covered with sweat, and my face was already filled with anger, and my eyes were both angry and annoyed.

"Princess, please let go." He decided that he would rather marry a woman like Uncle Cheng as my first wife than cuckold me at any time. He always wanted to put the princess whom I called in the house. God knows if she would dislike my brother again in the future, thinking about snatching the title and enjoying it, a destructionist in the whole harmonious society.

"Brother Jun, are you?" Li Ke also arrived in front of me and Li Shu in surprise. Li Zhi was also surprised. Seeing this cold-looking young man, he couldn't help but shiver and was a little scared.

"Fang Jun, come down here!" Li Shu bit her lip, tears were already rising in her eyes, but she was still very tough: "It's better not to force me."

"So it turns out that His Highness the Princess arrived. The little monk was rude. This little donor dares to ride a horse in front of the princess, but he can't come down! The Buddhist land is still rampant?" An old bald donkey with a white beard appeared outside the gate of Huichang Temple. He was surrounded by the admiral, looking very indignant. He knew that he would invite reinforcements?

Rampant? Oh... I'm a mud-killed person? What are you old bald donkeys? I do whatever you want. I smiled at the old bald man, showing a white teeth without wormholes. He jumped off the horse very calmly and kindly. When he walked to the station, he was a little unsteady: "Who are you? Old guy, it's cold, what's the name of a bald head? It's all your business to ride a horse. Even if it's dark, you can't use your head to follow the way."

The old guy was so choked that he raised his fingers and shook for a long time. He flipped his eyes and thrust over.

"Don't be rude to the host. The little monk is tolerant of you and never tolerate it. Don't bully me, the monk who is good at turning into a chicken finally mustered up the courage to confront me.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, I said, this guy will become... Brother Chicken, have I bullied you?" He showed his two front teeth at this girl kindly.

"You, you..." The old monk was slumped on the side and thrusting, "Will it... become a chicken?!" The bald magician who turned into a chicken almost thrust over like a host, raised his finger and pointed at the young master. His trembling lips could not fart for a long time. There was a whirlwind sound. When he saw a large number of bald party holding sticks and holding sticks rushed out of the temple, Master Bianji immediately became bold and said with a righteous heart: "Don't insult me, you must know that Buddhism is compassionate, and Wei Tuo, who also drives away evil spirits and protects Buddhism!"

"Little monk who turned into a chicken, what's wrong? I just sneezed and spitted on you. What can you do? Wei Tuo? I'm afraid it's a stoic who specializes in filthy activities with you, right?" This guy said in a voice that was so low that he and I could hear. He lowered his head and looked at the master of the chicken who was only tall at the tip of my nose. The more he looked at the three brothers and sisters of Li didn't know what they were doing, but they didn't say anything at all. I want to see if it was your bald head or your iron sand palm.

"It's so insulting!" Xiaoying's face turned black in public. Master Biji looked black and reached out to hit me. He punched my belly with a fist. Little energy couldn't even hit my abdominal muscles. "Dare you hit me?" He shouted loudly, fucking. He raised his right hand, stretched out his hand and tugged it, and a crisp sound. Master Chicken Head performed street dance first? Or did a very difficult mid-air drift slowly in the racing car, his mouth was tilted to one side, and a few little white dots flew out like hidden weapons. Then the talented master, who was a bald man who arranged flowers on his head, fell one foot away, and there was no movement for a long time. I was scared and quickly looked at his hand. Fortunately, he was not injured, but a little numb. What power is this? I haven't become crazy?

"Hold this guy, don't let him run away! You dare to hurt Master Bian Ji and the host." The skinhead danced with sticks and surrounded him tremblingly, but he didn't dare to take a step forward. It seemed that he was captured by my master's divine power.

"Want to take my young master? Is there no way to do it?" Fang Cheng, who was originally watching this young master performing while grinning his teeth and watching this young master perform, saw this situation, and was afraid that something would happen to me, the young master, would be harsh. With a choking sound, the horizontal knife on his waist was in his hand, holding his hands horizontally, and with that height of more than two meters, the swelling muscles were as ferocious as the face of the god of killing. His big eyes, like a copper bell, were filled with fierce lights, and a thin bald party pinched a small stick and shook like a plague chicken.

"Dare to hit someone! You dare to hit someone! My teeth..." Master Bianji looked snot and tears, his mouth was bleeding, his mouth was a little slapped, and he sprayed two teeth in one sentence. It seemed that the slap was quite successful, and at least seven or eight teeth fell off. Master Bianji looked at me like an abused little wife, staring at me with resentful eyes.

"Didn't the Buddha say that? If someone slapped you on the left face, you should have handed over the right face. Do the good guy to the end and let me slap it again. OK?" After doing it, make it a little bit more. Let the bald donkey drink porridge for the rest of his life. He picked up his sleeves and walked towards him.

"We Buddha had never said this!" The poor master of the chicken-dating face was distorted and the sound of the chicken was spitting out of his mouth.

"Oh?" scratched my head, damn, that was a famous saying by a Western monk. I'm sorry, but this is more in line with the name of this young master who is well-educated.

"It's okay, your Buddha Shakyamuni had done the work of cutting flesh and feeding eagles back then. How about you, the Taoist monk, practiced it? I just want to see if you cut a physical arhat like you, can things grow out?" The more I looked at this girl, the more angry I felt. I became a bald donkey and wanted to harm other people's daughter. I might as well let you practice the skills of a boy for the rest of your life. Let's help you cut it down and burn it. If you burn it, what's the thing below.

It is also a merit to become a crystal clear and colorful relics. The knife was unsheathed and poked it over. Master Bianji was indeed a Buddhist disciple. He was very skilled and rolled and crawled and screamed, causing me to thrust the place with a knife, and only made a long hole in the thigh. At this moment, "Don't be rude to Mr. Fang!" Li Ke shouted loudly and slapped out of thin air. "Papapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapapa--
Chapter completed!