Chapter 1932

"Yes, my mentor has not only greatly frustrated the spirit of Turks, but also increased the prestige of Datang. He is really worthy of being our mentor."

Hao Chujun nodded and gave Zhang Feng a thumbs up. Then he seemed to think of something and a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes: "but this time we are also meritorious. Isn't this hot-air balloon made by Ma Zhou and me with our mentor?"

In fact, Zhang Feng was very useful for what they said in front of them. After all, he was praising himself. There was nothing wrong with him.

But

There's something wrong behind you.

The boy seems to be asking for credit.

What hot air balloon did you make with me?

It's obviously made by me. You're just fighting around.

Well, now it's your credit?

Not to mention that, when he mentioned the hot-air balloon, he remembered the embarrassment of being regarded as a beggar in Chang'an. Now these two guys still have the face to ask for credit here.

His eyebrows crossed and his face pulled down: "you two smelly boys, now you still have the face to say hot-air balloon in front of me? Don't you know that hot-air balloon..."

Speaking of this, he realized that something was wrong and quickly changed the subject: "hum, hot-air balloons are not good at all. Do you have to face it?"

Ma Zhou and Hao Chujun were a little confused.

Mingming's mentor went to Shengzhou by hot-air balloon. Now how can hot-air balloon be bad.

This is typical of putting on your pants and not admitting.

But they dare not say this, especially Ma Zhou. He was timid and had already retreated to one side.

Hao Chujun smiled and scratched his head: "mentor, how can we blame us?"

Zhang Feng was not happy when he heard this: "why don't you blame you? If you don't know to study well every day, you will be idle."

"Teacher..."

"All right."

Zhang Feng stopped in time and glanced at them: "don't say these, prepare the materials, and we began to improve the hot-air balloon."

Ma Zhou and Hao Chujun didn't know why, but they nodded and went down to prepare things.

At the same time, Zhang Fu.

Chumo and others wake up and find a problem. Zhang Feng is gone.

This fucking

The boy didn't slip away, did he? Don't want to be responsible?

This guy did all his injuries. I can't see anyone now. Who will I look for in the future?

Moreover, this time they bombed the Turkic camp together, which was a great achievement. At that time, they had already planned to go to the battlefield. At that time, Fengzi promised to give him heavy armor.

To give insects light cavalry, but also to make Wei Zi an assassin.

Now the boy has slipped away. Who can I find to keep his promise?

Thinking of this, they don't get angry.

He went out of the guest room and wanted to settle accounts with Zhang Feng.

But at this time, he just ran into Du Wisteria. Chumo knew that it was the dog leg of Zhang's house. So he tied Du Wisteria's neck with one hand and showed a fierce look: "where's Fengzi, surnamed Du?"

Wisteria is a little confused.

Wasn't it good yesterday? Why are these people so vicious today?

Does the master owe these guys money?

Or offended these guys?

If so, you can't reveal the master's whereabouts.

Thinking about it, he patted Chumo on the shoulder and said earnestly, "does the master owe you money? I'll give it to you. Don't be so impatient. Let me down first."

After that, he moves his feet and is ready to break away from Chumo.

Cheng Cheng thought that it was completely beyond his expectation. Chumo strengthened his strength and didn't allow him to break away. He roared, "old man, don't be weird to me. Fengzi doesn't owe us money, but this guy is more hateful than owes us money. Tell me where he is?"

"Yes, speak quickly..."

Du Gou and his eldest son rushed aside, pretending to be powerful, not arrogant.

Du Wisteria originally thought it was just a little money, but it doesn't seem to be.

Look at the ferocious look of these guys in front of you. The master should offend these guys.

He has seen this battle there at ordinary times. He is not respectful and respectful. Now when he meets these murderers, he knew he would not let the Master bring them back. What is it.

He scolded and scolded in his heart. He had already been scared, and his face was a little pale. He said in a trembling voice: "my lords, how do I know where the master has gone? If you offended me in the past, please forgive me. I'll be farted?"

These guys haven't said what purpose they want to find the master. If it's bad for the master, we can't say it.

"You won't say?"

Chumo's eyebrows crossed and he was dissatisfied. He added strength to his hands: "if you don't say it, I'll beat out all your excrement and urine later. See how hard you are?"

Then he raised his huge right palm and swung it.

Du Wisteria only felt black in front of him.

A palm like a cattail fan swung over.