Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

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Even if it is a clay figurine, it would be angered by such a violent spray, not to mention Xia Qingchen?

As soon as he snapped the case, he shook all the coffee tables on the table and squinted: "If you don't want to stand on the platform, no one will ask you!"

It's inexplicable!

Gu Qianhen learned that King Zhongyun had made a breakthrough, but he had no results, so he felt depressed and had nowhere to vent.

It happened to meet Xia Qingchen again, so he vented his dissatisfaction to him.

Why, Xia Qingchen looks like a pump?

"Look! Look, what is his attitude?" Gu Qianzhen was also irritated, and said with a smirk: "We'll give him a good platform, but the result? Is it such an attitude?"

Both Huang Jiazhu and Wang Zhongyun's complexion fell, and their eyes showed badness.

If you don't look at the face of the Yejiazhu, I'm afraid I'll have already done it.

This ancient mark is too presumptuous!

No, the owner of the night couldn't see it anymore, and suddenly screamed: "You are enough!"

The anger contained in the binge, finally gave Gu Qianzhen a shock to the heart, sober from the state of anger.

But he still stubbornly stubbornly said: "I'm right!"

The Ye family was not angry and said angrily: "Did you hear Xia Gongzi tell you to get out? What are you doing here?"

He's so angry!

Calling him kindly, the result might as well not be!

Didn't help Xia Qingchen come to treat the other party as a punching bag?

Gu Qianhen was arrogant, staring at Xia Qingchen heavily: "Huh! Well, I'm getting off, I'm watching outside, how do you end!"

After all, he had never seen Xia Qingchen in his heart.

What about the Lord of the World?

What about eternal arrogance?

What about the Youth Commander of the Human League?

As for the ancient Qianqian with only martial arts in his eyes, martial arts did not surpass him, that is, waste, not worthy of his respect.

The night master stared at him with a grudge, and turned to apologize to Xia Qingchen: "Sorry Xia Gongzi, I apologize to you on behalf of Qianzhen."

Xia Qingchen stretched out his hand and raised his face, his face relaxed, saying: "It has nothing to do with you."

The night house owner was ashamed and said: "Despite the peace, Master Xia will support you in the end."

It seemed to be responding to him, and the crowd on the outside of the camp began to become active.

"Has it been noon?"

"What about people? What about the six old men? What about the assassin's head?"

"Why didn't I see you!"

"Hahaha, let me just say, our commander Xia, that is, his mouth is more powerful, in fact, it is a straw bag!"

...

The wisdom of the masses is often foolish.

Whenever someone cheers, they immediately collectively dementia.

A few intentional people hid a few words in the crowd, and the crowd exploded.

"Damn! Lao Tzu is waiting to watch a good show. They are all exposed to a layer of oil in the sun. Why haven't people come yet?"

"I'm relying on it, aren't you afraid of being a thousand years of wisdom? Actually believe that there is good drama?"

"Old people can come to have ghosts!"

"Someone really believes that the old people will come. Let's come today, don't we watch Xia Qingchen's play?"

The crowd really coaxed.

However, there are some sensible voices.

"I said, don't you need to do this? Commander Xia went deep into the Demon Race and gained so much top secret information. Such a person should be respected."

"Why are these people so cold-blooded? This attitude towards heroes?"

"It's really chilling, if Xia Qingchen, I knew I would be treated like this, what information would I spy on? Let this group of turtles and grandsons die for themselves!"

"I came today, not to watch the excitement, but to support Xia Qingchen!"

After all, they were only decimals, and they were quickly masked by the harsh voice.

"Hahaha, there are actually fools who support Xia Qingchen!"

"A bunch of silly hats!"

"According to what you mean, it's great to make a contribution, so you can't watch the excitement?"

"Gong is gong, over and over, we have to say it separately, right?"

"Why can't you watch the excitement, he is a god? Can we still hold our eyes?"

"Yes! Why did Xia Qingchen fall into such a field, but he did not like the limelight himself, throwing out this harsh words, and finally unable to get off the stage?"

"The gang of birdmen are really strange enough. They don't blame Xia Qingchen for showing off high-profile, but they blame us outsiders!"

"Right, Xia Qingchen himself is the one who started it. Who blamed it?"

...

There was a lot of quarreling outside.

Gu Qianhen leaned against a flagpole, his arms folded across his chest, listening to the sound of anti-yin sky in his ears, he could not help shaking his head and sneered: "This is the people's heart!"

His gaze drifted to the curtains, watching the faint figures of the night house owners and others, and he was even more laughing.

"Poor you came to Xia Qingchen's platform from your own status, but as a result, people still felt that they were all right and did not appreciate it. You said, what is this..."

He was talking to himself. Suddenly, a huge exclamation burst out of the crowd.

"Lying trough!!!"

The exclamation was so big that it almost covered the entire audience.

The onlookers were taken aback and looked around.

"What the **** did you call? Zufen was stabbed, or did his wife run away with another man?"

"Maeller next door, scared your uncle and me!"

"Call your sister!"

...

For a time, there was a scolding.

But the screaming man turned his back to the crowd with shock, his eyes wide like a bronze bell, full of unbelievable expression.

One mouth, how big and how open!

"You...you...look!" He held out his finger, because he was so surprised that he couldn't even talk.

Everyone followed their prestige before turning their heads one after another.

"Lying trough!!!"

"Your mother!!!"

"I rely!!!!!!"

"My God!!!!!!"

A crazy scream overshadowed like an extremely lit firecracker, bursting one after another.

The audience shouted loudly!

Gu Qianhen, who leisurely leaned against the flagpole, was shaken by the sudden shock.

He frowned, and muttered, "What's the situation?"

A little bit on his toes, stepping on his nirvana and soaring into the air, gazing towards the back of the crowd.

At a glance, his pupil shrunk fiercely and exclaimed: "How come?"

In the line of sight, there was a silhouette of six people walking together.

They were well-dressed and neatly paced, with dust rising behind them and hurried towards the camp.

The six people are the six elders of the old man.

"Lying trough!! The old people really came to kneel to give people their heads?"

"Impossible! absolutely impossible!"

"What are you doing at first glance? The elders are here, they must have come to ridicule Xia Qingchen!"

"Do you really think that the veteran will kneel to give people a head? A group of pig brains!"

"Yes! The elders are coming, not necessarily just kneeling to give people a head."

"What's not necessary, absolutely not! The veteran will kneel to give people a head? Haha, the big joke!"

"Wow! That's interesting. Xia Qingchen still wanted to give things to the past quietly. As a result, the elders were not happy and wanted to hit their faces on the spot!"

"This is exciting enough!"

"Hahaha! Today I'm not in vain, there is a wonderful drama to be staged!"