I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

The first thousand two hundred and two chapters Who is the master!

An apologetic cooperation: "I'm sorry, we didn't expect such a miraculous thing to happen, and we got five places."

Wu Hua pulled the five people and asked warmly, making them all embarrassed.

"Let's go back quickly. Now Rakshasa is the target of abuse in the eyes of others, and the people who wish to kill us with their eyes are no longer counted." Kunpeng said.

"Let them envy, jealous, and hate, we should be happy if we are happy." Having said that, Wu Hua hurriedly took the Raksha Gate and left quickly and returned to the place of residence.

Kunpeng originally wanted to lie down on the bed for a while, thinking about what to do with the comparison, Wu Hua unexpectedly brought eight players of the gods to come over and sat on Kunpeng's bed, asking him to talk about how to play the game.

"This seat is very dizzy, big brother." Kunpeng said silently, "you are the boss here, OK? The person they should consult the most is you, not Kunpeng."

But Wu Hua smiled shyly: "Brother, you are Master’s closed disciple. Everyone knows that a master’s most favored disciple is the closed disciple. Therefore, you will definitely receive a lot of attention from Master. You should help the brother. Busy, give me some pointers to these seniors and nephews."

Some of the Rakshamon god-level players are Kunpeng’s seniors and Wu Hua’s juniors, but the others are their senior nephews, some of their senior brothers’ disciples, and even one of them is a senior nephew’s disciple.

"That's not right, senior brother. The three of us have only started for more than a month, and what they have learned is not as good as yours. Besides, here are a few of our seniors, all of whom are of the eighth or nineth level of the gods. For. Although the other people are juniors in name, their strength is also the eighth or ninth level of the gods. Which one needs guidance from this seat?" Kunpeng said.

"If you need it, just be a master." Not only Wu Hua, but Zu Long and other players also agreed.

"After serving you, I even let this seat be regarded as a'Master'. Don't you know that the word'Master' is not called at random?"

"I know, Junior Brother." Wu Hua said, "Looking at your manner and tone of teaching us just now, it's completely a scene of a ‘Master’ dealing with a disciple."

"Ah, fainted."

Kunpeng was really speechless immediately.

However, having said that, when he spoke to them just now, he really didn't regard himself as a little junior. Wu Hua said that he could no longer explain, so he fell on the bed, pretending to be speechless.

"Master, brothers, you are all here." Mei Chaofeng and Huang Rong suddenly came in from the door. Just now, they went outside for convenience.

Wu Hua immediately grasped the life-saving straw and beckoned the two women to come over: "You can all call him master, please help us persuade your master, let him pretend to be our master temporarily, and say a little bit to the god-ranked players. The experience of the game."

"Ah, the master is going to pretend to be your master?" Mei Chaofeng also showed surprise.

"No, no, it's a fake. We want him to say some experience, not really pretending to be the master, then our master will punish us."

"Oh, this, we don't dare to speak." The two women said, hurriedly fled into the inner room, but secretly glanced at the lying Kunpeng, to see how he handled it, Wu Hua and the others even let him pretend to be a "master."

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