Chapter 772

The deputy steward and others turned their eyes and saw a young man in his twenties, leading a dozen young men and women with swords, striding to look at the young man in black.

"Hahaha, I can't imagine that our son Zheng Liugong still has such a hero complex. Alas, how can we help each other when the road is rough. Tut Tut, these qualities are really not like the Zheng family. They are really impressive. " The young man who opened his mouth scoffed and glanced askance at the boy in black.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" A group of more than ten young men and women were crowded out from the crowd. The leading man was a broad-band brocade robe with a slight fat body. When he saw the boy in black, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly rubbed his hands and smiled and came forward and said, "how can you walk so fast, son of the sixth childe and son of the sixth childe?"

Zheng six returned his sword to its sheath, and looked at the fat young man with his eyes flat.

The chubby young man grinned twice, turned his head quickly, and then turned to the young man who satirized Zheng Liu with his eyes, saying, "Hey, Huifan, are you ok! How, before the contest, lose to us six childe, in the mind is not satisfied with gas? Then come on! "

The young man who used to satirize Zheng Liu was Huifan, the second brother of Huifeng under the command of the forbidden army.

A girl with a face similar to that of Huifan, and also with a four faced sword brow and heroism, snorted coldly at the news and said to Mr. Zheng liugongzi, "fishing for fame and pretending."

"You're an old girl who can't get married. Who's your aunt? Drop! Say who! " There are four words of fishing for fame and reputation. The little fat youth can't speak coherently, so he can only cough a little and make a round for himself. "I don't care to quarrel with you old girl. "

" Wu Xiaoen, you are a person with such a low level of culture. If you don't speak coherently, you should say less! It makes people laugh. " With her hands around her chest, Huiling glanced contemptuously at the fat young man.

"Who? Who dares to laugh! Who dares to laugh at me! " Wu Xiaoen's face swelled with anger.

"Zheng Liu." Huifan led the man and walked up to the boy in black. "Along the way, our two action teams were almost equal, and could not compare with each other. In this way, from now on, we will be limited to one day to see who can get the first bucket of grain, even if he wins. "

"Everyone, by their own abilities, no matter what means, what? Dare to compete? "

At this time, the deputy steward had already returned to God. He hurriedly led his subordinates to meet Mr. Zheng Liuzi, bowing and bowing. "Thank you very much for your help."

Zheng six boxing also a gift, nothing said, Junyi's face is always taut, no smile.

"Go away, go away!" Huiling politely pushed aside the deputy steward who was crowded among them, picked up her eyebrows and looked at Mr. Zheng Liu, "Zheng Liu, do you hear what my brother said? Do you dare to express yourself? "

"Trough! Old woman, who dare not? Ah? " Wu Xiaoen tilted his mouth and hung his eyes. He looked down and looked back at Huifan's brother and sister.

"Who are you talking about, old woman?" Huiling waved her fist and was blocked by Zheng Liuju's sword.

Wu Xiaoen hid behind Zheng Liu and made a grimace at Huiling. It's twenty-two years old. I haven't been married yet. Look at Kyoto. How many old girls are there like you? "

"I'll beat you to death!" Huiling suddenly changed color. She raised her hand and took a picture of Wu Xiaoen behind Zheng Liu.