Super Dragon Cultivation System

Zhang Xing moved two times and stopped to rest.

An assistant steward squatted at the root of the wall and stared at him.

Zhang Xing ignored it and smiled.

Even if you stare at your eyes, you can't see how I removed all the firewood.

After a while, Zhang Xing came over with a pile of firewood again.

The deputy's gaze moved with his (body sh n) body.

When Zhang Xing dropped the firewood in his hand.

An incredible scene (fa) was born.

Boom!

The place dedicated to stacking firewood in front of the stove was suddenly full.

The deputy's eyes widened in amazement and slowly opened his mouth.

He couldn't believe everything he saw.

Close your eyes tightly, shake your head, open your eyes and look again.

God!

I read that right, it was full of firewood.

But where did these firewood come from?

Immediately turned to look behind the room.

I go......

There was nothing behind the room.

Damn it! Hell!

The assistant steward felt cold (body sh n) was chilling, and coupled with the small cool wind blowing his head, he couldn't help a stimulus.

Raise (Fart Pi) and run.

Zhang Xing is a little weird, so it's better to hide from him.

Zhang Xing smiled at the embarrassing (body sh n) movie.

Is it fun to tease these middle-aged uncles!

It was very easy to collect this wood into Longdao.

If the repair is enough, it is not impossible to pack the entire magic jade mountain into it.

Zhang Xing had nothing to do, leaning on the rocks to bask in the sun.

The sunlight at four or five o'clock in the morning, the temperature is suitable, and the (body sh n) is also warm (very ting) ...

Wu Guanshi saw the deputy running staggered.

With a movement in his heart, did he discover Zhang Xing's secret?

"Brother Wu ..."

"What's the system of panic, are you deputy steward or their brother, you have to set an example in everything, understand?"

The deputy director just called a brother, and he was taught by Wu Guanshi's head to cover his face.

"Understand! I understand! Brother is right!"

The deputy was embarrassed, but he had to pretend to be open-minded.

Hey! No idea!

There is only one steward. He is still a brother and is afraid to be obedient.

Otherwise, even the deputy director cannot be taken seriously.

With a look of indifference, Wu Guanshi said with an accent: "But what happened to Zhang Xing?"

"No ... ah there ..."

The deputy director babbled.

Wu Guanshi frowned: "Are they there or not?"

"Did you (do gan) something bad last night? How did you get stunned?"

"Brother, Zhang Xing is moving, but I haven't seen it."

The deputy was embarrassed.

"Huh? What's the matter? Listen to it."

Wu Guanshi heard something wrong.

More than a dozen deputy directors were all practising in the realm of the junior emperor, but they could not see the actions of the emperor's master.

This is a bit inexplicable.

In a few words, the deputy director made the scene clear.

But Wu Guanshi didn't understand.

His face (color) was cold and dissatisfied, "Master, are you kidding me?"

"Brother, what I said is true, don't believe you to go and see."

Face pained, deputy.

Eyes full of doubt: "Then look!"

After a while, the two came to the stove room.

I saw those cooking brothers who took a spoon, carried a shovel, and cut half of the radish ...

Everyone stared blankly at the twenty-meter-high firewood, all in a stunned state.

Wu Guanshi was stunned.

"You mean the firewood was moved from behind the house?"

"But you didn't see how Zhang Xing moved here?"

The deputy nodded stupidly.