The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

But they behaved with great respect, and almost everyone bowed down deeply and bowed down to Blue Chu.

“In the name of Young Master Lan, I have been able to see you today. It is a privilege for me to wait for you for the third time! ”

Lan Chu looked at these people with no expression and did not speak.

The attitude of these people remains respectful.

One of the first steps forward, bowed down: “We are the [Canghai Alliance] 's friends. Zhou Jin, the master of the Shanghai Shark Gate, took the position of alliance leader. We came here today to invite Master Lan to stay in my door for a little while. I wonder if Master Lan can give us a face? ”

Lanchu faintly said: “What if I don't go? ”

“Oh, Master Blue, why are you so distant? We also kindly invited each other to make a good fortune with Blue seniors. Young Master Blue so refuses to be a thousand miles away, do you not see me [Alliance for the Cantersea] at all? ”

Lan Chu Yan sneered: “What are you, Master Ben? Why are you in my eyes? ”

The house was blocked by a white ape and the night slave, who was in a hurry, saw the scene and stopped it for a moment.

He has never seen such a blueprint before.

High above, confident.

It is obvious that these people are so tall and overcrowded that they do not seem to be seen at all by this lukewarm and frail young man.

Indeed, Lanchu's words made these people furious.

“Lan Chu Yi, what do you think you are, if not for the fact that you are the only son of [Lan Xiaoze], do you think you are entitled to sit with us equally? ”

“A beginner, you know what we fix? I waited for the Brothers to come and invite you. How dare you? Do you really think we can't do anything about it? ”

“Oh, I advise you not to toast without eating fine alcohol! ”

Lanchu slowly swayed and roared, and the wind blew his clothes and ink hair at night.

The corner of his mouth slowly lifted his smile: “Well, let's see how you want me to eat fine wine. ”

……

For the next half hour, pulling low shock upset the Night Slave's cognition.

He never knew there was a puppeteer, strong enough to do that.

Everything in the heavens and the earth is under control.

Grass and wood, nothing but a puppet in his hand that could make his fingers look like an arm.

A young man who looked like he was only in his twenties, five marauders in the War of Independence, and more than a dozen marauders, did not fail in the slightest.

But this is obviously not easy either.

Night slaves in the house watched the young man's clothes stain bright red.

Powerful puppets are scattered one by one.

There are more and more wounds on the body.

His eyes were red and his chest was pouring with violence that almost made him lose all reason.

All he wanted at the moment was to rush out and tear all those who dared to harm young people to pieces.

Night slaves have not had a clear goal since life turned upside down.

Or, apart from following Blue Church, he has no desire.

But at this moment, there is an idea that burns frantically in his heart.

He's going to be stronger, he's going to be stronger than anyone, even than Lanchu.

Because it's the only way he can protect this person from any harm.

The Night Slave slapped the white ape so hard that he wanted to let himself out and let it help Lanchu.

But the white ape is a puppet without a god.

Only Blue Truth is in control of his master, and how will he listen to the Night Slave?