At this time, the door of the Chamber of Commerce was pushed open, and a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old came in. He cupped his hand to the shopkeeper and said, "Shopkeeper Wu, my father asked me to come over and pick up the canned peaches."

The vicious old man carefully wrapped the canned peach in the porcelain bottle and said with a smile: "Thank you, Mr. Ouyang, this is the last canned peach in the store. I have to wear my tongue to get it."

I convinced my boss to stay."

When little Nezha heard that it was the last can, he immediately said: "I came first, give it to me, give it to me!"

The old man shouted angrily: "Go away, do any children deserve to eat such good food?"

Little Nezha had never experienced this grievance. He could eat canned peaches as he pleased. When he was thirsty or hungry, or when chicken legs became greasy, he would feel refreshed immediately with a bottle of canned peaches.

Little Nezha pointed at shopkeeper Wu and said, "If you don't give me canned peaches today, I will tell my master."

Before shopkeeper Wu could say anything, Mr. Ouyang, who came to pick up the can of peaches, put down the can of peaches and punched little Nezha in the face.

Little Nezha dodged away, but Young Master Ouyang refused to let him go and continued to punch Nezha in the stomach.

Little Nezha jumped on the counter, put his hands on his waist and shouted: "If you hit me again, I will be annoyed."

Mr. Ouyang sneered: "My father is the lord of Yuanye City, how dare you compete with my father to grab canned peaches?"

Shopkeeper Wu also said: "You little brat, get out of here, or I'll beat you to death and your parents will have no place to reason with you. In this wilderness city, Ouyang City Lord is Wang Fa."

Little Nezha said with a sweet voice: "Oh? What a loud tone? I want to go back and ask my master who gave you the courage to dare to speak the king's law to me."

As soon as Nezha said this, Mr. Ouyang had already pulled out the soft whip wrapped around his waist, and hit little Nezha with a "snap" sound.

This little monster's cultivation has already surpassed that of Xuanxian, and the magical elixirs and precious fruits of the Shenlong Empire were all made for Nezha with great effort.

This little monster has not grown taller, and its appearance is still as plump as before.

Long Jiuxiao couldn't find the joy of raising a child, so he could only feed him more desperately, always hoping that even if Nezha was a little fatter than he is now, he would appear to be accomplished.

Little Nezha escaped three attacks from Mr. Ouyang, but he was completely annoyed.

No one could see clearly how the little Nezha moved his hands. He suddenly jumped in front of Mr. Ouyang, stretched out his hand and slapped the guy's mouth first.

Six palm prints of different shades and sizes on one side of the face suddenly appeared on Mr. Ouyang's face.

No one could see what was going on, but Mr. Ouyang received twelve slaps.

The boy was so beaten that he screamed and screamed. Even shopkeeper Wu ran into the street in a panic and shouted: "This is incredible, I've beaten the city lord's son."

As soon as the guards of Ouyang City Lord's Mansion heard that their young master had been beaten, they immediately rushed out of the shops near the street.

When the guards arrived at the main street, they were given leave by the young master and each went to do their own thing.

Hearing that the young master had been beaten, these boys were very anxious. If they went back to the city to punish themselves for dereliction of duty, they would basically have to move their heads.

A group of dog slaves, all of them can run faster than dogs.

Hulala broke into the Shenlong Chamber of Commerce and surrounded little Nezha.

The leading guard directly took out the meteor dart and threw it at Nezha when he disagreed.

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