my witch servant

"Well, OK, tomorrow and Saturday, I will come to your place to sign the contract and transfer the KTV. If anything happens in the future, our Bloodthirsty Hall will fully assist you!" Zhang Zhenyu laughed with satisfaction.

"Xiaozhi, let's go." Zhang Zhenyu unconsciously stretched out his hand, and Wen Xiaozhi also unconsciously held Zhang Zhenyu's hand. Then the two of them held hands unconsciously and walked down to the campus in the eyes of many people, with a follower beside them.

Mohe.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do with you?"

"You know that there are many rich people in our school. The student council president of this school is also an invincible rich second generation. There will be a dance held by the student council at 7:30 tonight. In the school auditorium, there are rich people inside.

, I plan to go in and have a look, Xiaozhi, please be my dance partner and go in with me tonight." Zhang Zhenyu's hands became more and more dishonest, and he slowly put his hands around Wen Xiaozhi's waist.

"No, I don't want to go. I have to go by myself!" Wen Xiaozhi just looked at the road ahead, not at Zhang Zhenyu.

"Why?" Zhang Zhenyu was a little unhappy.

"Because I said it!" Wen Xiaozhi still looked ahead!

"Holy crap, are you a servant or mine? And because you said it, am I not your master?" Zhang Zhenyu once again made a classic complaint in his heart.

"Go, go. There is a lot of food there!" Zhang Zhenyu begged.

"Uh... do you have any pudding? I want mango flavor!" Wen Xiaozhi turned to look at Zhang Zhenyu this time.

"No, this woman likes to eat pudding? Or mango-flavored pudding?" Zhang Zhenyu thought to himself.

"It's definitely happening. Just worry about it. There will be such a high-end dance party for the wealthy second generation!" Zhang Zhenyu saw the opportunity and said.

"Well, okay, I'll go back first. Come find me after school!" Wen Xiaozhi turned around and went back to Class 7, Grade 3. Zhang Zhenyu was not a gentleman, so he just touched his waist for a while, and when he saw Wen Xiaozhi was about to leave, he conveniently touched his butt.

Touch it.

Wen Xiaozhi looked back at Zhang Zhenyu, snorted, and walked away angrily.

After school in the afternoon, Zhang Zhenyu took Mo He to pick up Wen Xiaozhi from Class 7 of Grade 3. After a series of events in the morning, those high school students did not dare to do anything to Zhang Zhenyu anymore. Instead, they just looked at Zhang Zhenyu and smiled.

At 7:30 in the evening, Zhang Zhenyu brought Wen Xiaozhi and Mo He, and to his displeasure, that bastard Su Lang also followed them. They came to the celebrity dance party that happens once a week. They were all rich second generations, some with the same name and beauties. In order to catch a

All the rich men are here to participate! There are so many beauties and so many handsome guys. But Zhang Zhenyu has never been happy with handsome guys, so any handsome guy who knows Zhang Zhenyu is a tragedy.

In addition, in addition to the rich second generation and beauties, there is another kind of person who comes here, and that is talent. These rich children and children from big families, besides liking beauties, are talents. It is necessary to recruit talents for their own families!

This auditorium is several times larger than what Zhang Zhenyu thought. It is extremely luxurious. There are nearly a hundred waiters, and both decoration and everything have reached a five-star level. There is also a valuable fountain in the garden in front of the auditorium.

, it actually surprised Zhang Zhenyu, who had never been here before. He had no chance to come before, but now he is here, and he wants to make this auditorium his own!

There is a small table at the door. The table is covered with red cloth, which looks very formal. There is a small sign in the upper left corner of the table with three words, Registration Office.

Zhang Zhenyu and the other two walked over to the registration desk. The waiter raised his head and looked at the four of them, and asked in a leisurely manner: "Um, what are your statuses? Are you members of the auditorium, beauties, talents?"

Needless to say, the membership of this auditorium means the second generation of rich people. As for this beauty, of course she plans to come here to meet the second generation of rich people, and then fly up the branches and become a phoenix. Talented people are recruited by the second generation of rich people as their followers.

"My boss is bloodthirsty..."

"Mo He, don't make any noise! ​​Mo He was just about to blow up his name and say that Zhang Zhenyu is the leader of the Bloodthirsty Hall, but Zhang Zhenyu shouted loudly.

"Oh...Brother Yu" Mo He lowered his head in grievance.

"Little brother, the three of us men are all here as talents, and this woman, you see how beautiful she is, you know she is here as a beauty." Zhang Zhenyu said to the waiter politely.

"Tch, what did you think it was?" The waiter lowered his head to register and murmured.

"Yeah, if I hadn't heard that there was a talent competition in the auditorium, which was fun, otherwise, you would be lying on the ground right now and being stepped on by me and calling you grandpa." Zhang Zhenyu greeted the waiter's mother tens of thousands of times in his heart.

"Okay, good luck to you guys. These are the last few spots for today's talents. You men, go through the work aisle. Someone will greet you when you reach the top. As for this beauty, you can go directly into the auditorium and meet the gentlemen.

Let’s chat.” The waiter finished registering and looked at the four of them.

"Then be careful about lighting the twigs." Zhang Zhenyu reminded him with concern when he entered the work passage.

Um, but do you need to be reminded? Wen Xiaozhi’s fighting ability is compared to yours, Zhang Zhenyu’s, and you, Zhang Zhenyu, are not considered a green onion now. Zhang Zhenyu’s brain is probably short-circuited today.

Wen Xiaozhi went directly into the auditorium to find mango pudding to eat. Zhang Zhenyu, Su Lang, and Mo He walked into the work passage.

When we walked inside, there were forty or fifty men standing there. We discovered that the work passage could lead to the performance stage of the auditorium, and saw Zhang Zhenyu and others coming.

The men with fierce looks and tattoos all over their bodies stood there without saying a word, staring at Zhang Zhenyu with hatred in their eyes.

"All the pretty boys are here, what a rip-off! Hahahahaha..." One of them, who looked like a burly man, laughed.

"Who are you calling a pretty boy?" Sulang was unhappy. He was a mysterious killer who was extremely handsome and explosive in the demon world, but he was called a pretty boy by an ant-like human. Where should he put his face?

"Humph, what's wrong, are you deaf? Can't you see who I'm talking about? I'm talking about you, pretty boy." The voice of the big man picking his nose also turned cold.

Sulang stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Boss, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"Humph, I thought you were so awesome!" The big man picking his nose casually extended his hand.

"Crack, click." Within a few seconds of the two shaking hands, the sound of broken hand bones was heard, but the one that broke was the big man picking his nose. "Ah - let go!" The big man even wanted to die.

"Is that wrong?" Sulang ignored the big man's cry and just asked lightly.

"Wrong, wrong." The big man didn't want any face. In the face of disaster, how much face is worth.

"Am I your grandfather, and are you my grandson?" Sulang asked calmly, but there was no emotion in his voice.

"Yes, I am your grandson. Grandpa, please let me go. It hurts..." The big man's voice turned into a cry.

[Brother’s book, Bing Huang Ba Yan, is a very good book, everyone should give it a thumbs up!]