"Does your foot hurt?" Han Sanqian also said softly and coldly. The mallet weighed at least a hundred catties, and it was extremely huge. When it fell to the ground, it hit the fat man's foot and rolled to the side.

"Look... Of course you don't need a mallet to look at the buns. This... This is my weapon. I carry it with me. I don't know. This bun is so delicious that I couldn't help being stunned. I was so stunned that I let go of it." Well, this explanation is reasonable, right?" After finishing speaking, the fat man looked guiltyly at Chen Shimin and the others behind him.

Chen Shimin and his gang immediately nodded their heads and responded frantically.

"It's okay to carry a weapon, but if you raise your head, it looks like you're going to hit someone." Dao Twelve couldn't help but tease.

"Damn, then how could it be beating someone." The fat man hastily denied it, his speed was deceptive: "This...it's not that I am wide and fat, and I tend to get hot easily, especially this creaking nest, oh my God, it's called a heat, so there's nothing I can do, I can only raise my hands higher, ventilate, yes, ventilate..."

Fatty's serious explanation, as well as his anxious expression and shameless insistence on his acting skills to the end, are really indescribably funny.

"Isn't it, ventilation!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

The group of disciples behind them, after feeling the "summoning" of the uncle, also nodded their heads forcefully.

After finishing speaking, I was afraid that I felt that the explanation was very far-fetched. Han Sanqian and others might not believe it, so I squatted down in a panic, then picked up the iron mallet, and then raised it above my head, performing the so-called ventilation.

"Hahahaha!" Mo Yang was immediately amused by this guy, and he turned sideways to Dao Twelve and said, "The Great Thousand World is full of wonders, so it turns out that there are really people with weapons like this."

"Yes!" Dao Twelve also nodded.

Seeing that they both said that, the fat man forced a smile at this time, looked at Han Sanqian, and said awkwardly, "Yes, that's it."

"Three thousand, then it seems that this may be the case, you are worrying too much." Mo Yang smiled, and at the same time, he winked at Dao Twelve and kicked him.

Knife Twelve was stunned for a moment, although his reaction was not as fast as Mo Yang's, but the tacit understanding between his brothers for many years allowed him to quickly understand what Mo Yang meant, he immediately frowned, nodded, and said: "Maybe I really thought too much, However, you can't blame Sanqian for worrying too much. After all, you can see that the fat man's clothes are basically the same as that so-and-so Chen Shimin. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that they are in the same group. This elder came here to help his junior It's quite normal to vent your anger."

"Yes, yes, yes." The fat man was panting for breath, but when Knife Twelve suddenly asked, he subconsciously pretended to be his grandson and nodded, but he realized it when he finished speaking, and quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, Yes, I belong to the same sect as Chen Shimin, and I am also his uncle, but..."

"But I didn't know what happened before. After I figured it out, I came here... I came here... Come here!" At this point, the fat man was obviously stuck, and he almost blurted out, I came here to clean up Yours, but after a turn of the brain, I knew that I couldn't say that, so I hurried around, looking at Han Sanqian, and then at my nephew Chen Shimin.

Wanting his nephew to help him figure out a solution, but also afraid that he would not be able to come up with an explanation for a long time, Han Sanqian impatiently did it directly.

The more I thought about it, the more irritable Fatty became, what the hell should I do?

But at this critical moment, all of a sudden, Fatty just felt a flash of inspiration in his mind, and his thoughts suddenly became clear...

In the next second, Fatty suddenly slapped Chen Shimin with his backhand.

With this slap, the fat man mercilessly slapped Chen Shimin's face with his big fat palm like a shovel. Suddenly, half of Chen Shimin's face lost his intuition, and his whole body felt a strong strange force. He was directly beaten by the strange force and lay on the ground.

"Pooh!"

As soon as he spit out what was in his mouth, he felt his teeth and blood mixed together.

"After understanding clearly, I...I must teach my junior well in front of you! How can I vent my anger on this junior?" Fatty looked at his nephew who was directly slapped by him, his mouth was full of teeth, and he thought to himself I can't bear it, but what else can I do now that this is the case? All he could do was pretend to be filled with righteous indignation, and said in awe-inspiring manner.

"This is an apology, teach them personally, and apologize to you in person." Feeling that this reason is really good, the fat man almost believed it himself, and added firmly.

"Oh, it turns out that he taught the younger generation in person in front of us, and apologized to us." Dao Twelve pretended to be enlightened, but his heart was already full of laughter.

Mo Yang also suppressed his smile, and nodded slowly: "It seems that I misunderstood?"

"However, didn't I just hear that Tianji Palace has always been protecting its weaknesses? How could it be..."

When Mo Yang said a word, Fatty's heart had just stabilized, and he couldn't help but raised it in his throat, and hurriedly said: "No, no, rumor, rumor, it's clearly a rumor." JrNovels.com