Dad! Love My Daughter To Death

Liu Zhengyang froze all over, more or less embarrassed.

He glanced at the monks around him out of the corner of his eyes, and saw that they were all smiling ambiguous, almost making a pig croak. Although Liu Zhengyang asked himself that he was not a thin-skinned or socially fearful person, it was a bit overwhelming to be looked at by hundreds of people like this.

More importantly, he has been working hard to keep a certain distance from Cai Qin.

The reason is to hope that the relationship with each other will not get out of control.

Now that it's like this, isn't all his previous efforts in vain?

Liu Zhengyang tried hard to think of a way to solve the dilemma in front of him, and suddenly remembered that he really still had a very important thing to deal with.

He dragged Cai Qin aside first, then looked at the Doumen messenger with a half-smiling smile, and said, "Didn't you make excessive demands on us a few hours ago, asking me to provide you Doumen with a lot of resources? After thinking about it for a few hours, I can give you the answer."

The Doumen messenger looked up and down at Liu Zhengyang, and Zhong Qinglei and others who were already beside Liu Zhengyang felt a little strange.

Because several of them were covered in blood and sweat, no matter how they looked at it, it was not normal.

Is this what happens to people who think quietly?

But he didn't have time to think about it, and he still said defiantly, "Excessive request? Alliance Leader Liu, have you misunderstood something? Compared with death, compared with the destruction of your entire alliance, is that a requirement? That is How many people are kneeling and begging for something they can't expect!"

When the messenger of Doumen said these words, his chin almost pointed to the sky.

It can be seen from his expression that he really thinks so.

This made Liu Zhengyang speechless.

At least this confidence of the other party is still worth learning from others.

Liu Zhengyang winked at the master of Panmenmen, and said sarcastically: "Uncle Qian, look at this self-confidence, can you learn it? As a monk, if you have one ten thousandth of his self-confidence, it is estimated that your strength is not only now. To the extent that it is, Panmen will develop better.”

The owner of Panmen naturally knew that Liu Zhengyang just wanted to ridicule the monks of Doumen.

He didn't really think so.

So Panmen Sect Master cooperated with Liu Zhengyang very interestingly and said: "Don't say it's one in ten thousand, even if I only have one in billions of confidence, I won't be as embarrassed as I am now. Of course, if you give the I'm as powerful as you, but I'm not cowardly."

Zhong Qinglei was straightforward and said bluntly: "Liu Zhengyang, if we told this kid what happened in the early morning, what would the kid's mood and reaction be? I'm a little curious now what expression he will show, or tell him directly. he?"

Liu Zhengyang nodded and motioned Zhong Qinglei to speak.

Because he's almost sold out.

It doesn't make much sense to continue selling.

Moreover, the appetite of the monks in the sub-alliance has also been lifted.

Liu Zhengyang is not used to making his own people uncomfortable, and he is not used to watching others pretend to be garlic in front of his own people.

And Zhong Qinglei got Liu Zhengyang's consent, and immediately stepped forward with a smile, slapped the Doumen messenger on the cheek twice, and said, "Stinky boy, don't you cry without seeing the coffin? You don't know that you are just being sent by the top of Doumen. A fool to be a cannon fodder?"

"You... how dare you hit me in the face?" The Doumen messenger was instantly furious, his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire.