A second ago, maybe everyone was still lamenting how ridiculous the person�s appetite was, or they were taken aback by the sudden appearance of the fat man, but at this moment, everyone was staring at the table in a daze. The little Taotie, who crazily ate steamed buns, was speechless in shock.

Although it is much smaller in stature, no one will forget this frightening beast in the Land of Trapped Dragons.

"This is the Taotie of Evil, that means... Han... Han Sanqian was not swallowed by the Taotie and killed?"

"What's more, this person...is...really Han Sanqian?"

"I really thought there was someone who looked like Han Sanqian pretending to be Han Sanqian. It turns out... so this Han Sanqian is real?"

"I've said it a long time ago, how could Han Sanqian, who can't be trapped by the endless abyss, be trapped by a small glutton!"

Everyone was dumbfounded and muttered to themselves.

The fat man holding the big mallet was also stunned, with sweat dripping down his forehead, the dog legs and Chen Shimin beside him were even more exaggerated at this time, a long knife fell to the ground, and a pair of legs shook wildly. Water stains appeared on the trousers of only one foot, and it was obvious that he was scared to pee.

This is Han Sanqian!

I usually use this name to go out to pretend to be aggressive and cover up indiscriminately, so I don�t say anything.

But if Han Sanqian was really standing here, the meaning would obviously be different.

This guy doesn't even have the slightest fear of the true god, he is directly tough, that kind of terrifying strength can be said to be able to walk sideways in the world, who the f*ck dares to provoke him.

At this time, they really didn't know whether they were unlucky or lucky, but they were able to meet Han Sanqian in this place.

"Bang!!"

With the sound of an iron rod falling to the ground, Han Sanqian looked back, the fat man still kept his hands up high, but the big mallet in his hand had already landed...

"Is there something wrong?" Han Sanqian glanced at him, then at the mallet on the ground, and asked.

Hearing Han Sanqian's question and looking at Han Sanqian's eyes, the fat man's face became extremely distorted.

Of course he protected his shortcomings, because he had no apprentices, so he always had a preference for Chen Shimin, no matter what he did, he, the uncle, would support him.

This happened not once or twice...

But where would I expect, I often walk by the river and finally get my shoes wet.

What a ghost, actually offended Han Sanqian.

Although Tianji Palace did not participate in the battle in the Land of the Trapped Dragon this time, but passed by on something, but along the way, they have heard many legends about Han Sanqian.

Although it is unbelievable that some legends are so amazing, all legends have at least one fact in common.

Han Sanqian fights against the two gods in Longshan, without losing the wind!

Facing such an enemy, how could Fatty not be afraid? !

"Ah, I... I didn't do it... I didn't do it, I just... I just think this bun is delicious, let me take a look..." The fat man immediately changed his face, from the rage just now to the current one. Shy and cute.

At the same time, he looked at Han Sanqian seriously with a pair of innocent eyes.

The three of Mo Yang couldn't help laughing, and Dao Twelve laughed so hard that the fucking buns fell out of his mouth.

Who did the fat man hide from these tricks?

"Look at the buns and bring a mallet?" Mo Yang smiled lightly. JrNovels.com