The Anarchic Consort

"I have already left." Zhang Shu slammed the abacus in his hand: "This is not a small fee, and all of them are reported to me."

Xiao Yan calmed his look: "I have never seen the appearance of a big boss."

"From the time you first entered the world of micro-zea, I said, curiosity should not be." Zhang Shuyi abacus, like what he thought of, went back and said: "Oh, yes, let go, say big The boss said that in the future, there will be people from the country to buy their martial arts, and they will tell them plainly that they will sell them ten times their price."

"Ten times!" Xiao Yan slightly lowered his eyes: "How does this person who protects the country get rid of the big boss." To earn the other party's money, it is necessary to tell the other party clearly, this is simply killing people. Don't give each other a good time. After hearing the news, people in the country will be mad.

Zhang Shu smiled and shook his head: "So anyone who offends crimes should not offend their bosses. Even if she is on class, she can do martial arts under the eyes of the Master, not to mention the young ladies who deal with these creamy smells. ”

It took only one month to create a famous person in the martial arts world. It is useless to rely solely on how much martial arts she does. She also depends on her mind.

After all, these people are still ignoring his boss.

What's more, his boss is such an identity, Kyoto's famous "Miss Miao".

It is the individual who wants to step on her foot, even the people of the Helen family have removed her from the family.

Such a person, who can imagine, she will be the boss of the world of Wei Ze, the martial arts master of the martial arts industry...

After that, Zhang Shu entered the carriage. He didn't know. Just after he left, the remaining little squat flashed a glimmer of light, accompanied by a burst of light coughing, and the little squat slowly walked in. In the long lane of no one, his slender fingers crossed his side face, and a thin skin that was not obvious was gently separated from his face with a healthy complexion, and only the sickness was left. Handsome and pale.

"The son!"

The black man fell on his knees and kneeled on the ground. The scorpion lifted up and loyal eyes: "This kind of thing will be given to the genus in the future, your body..."

"No problem." The man coughed twice, the long sleeves floated with a touch of medicinal scent, but the voice was warm and jade, and the genius was completely different. The moonlight hit and shined on his edges and corners. On the side of the face, it is not the unparalleled scenery of the family, but who else.

No one knows that he came to Wu Xiu City to find the owner of the martial arts special for the woman. What is more important is that he wants to meet the boss of the rumored world.

As a result, the man was more secretive than his whereabouts, and he had to disguise himself as a small squat in the world.

But he waited for two days in Wu Xiucheng and did not see the so-called boss.

However, there is still something to gain.

Although Zhang Shu is acting cautiously, it is inevitable that he will reveal information about that person in the conversation.

For example, "If she is on class, she can do martial arts under the eyes of the Master."

This shows that the person is not a master who is old and old as everyone thinks.

It is a college student.

In the War Dragon Empire, only one college is located in Kyoto, which is the Taibai College that everyone yearns for.

Unparalleled scenery drove down, covering up the scattered light scattered inside, and told the people on the ground: "When you tell the people at Taibai College, I said that I accepted their invitation."

"Ah?" The few people in black will show such a surprised expression: "Don, you really want to go to the college to teach the master?"

"Not teaching." Jing Wushuang coughed twice, and the smile on his lips was still as gentle as jade: "I am going to be a hospital student."

Black people blink, what?

The son went to the hospital?

Just kidding, even the martial arts master of the Supreme Master is not necessarily comparable to the son.

If he goes to the hospital, who dares to be his master...

The black man has a hunch that the future Taibai Academy will not be quiet again, then one day...

"This way you can't go in, you have to pretend to be an identity." Jing Wushuang thought very thoughtfully, his fingers held his forehead and smiled softly: "I don't want to be surrounded by people every day, let me help them with martial arts."

The black man sinks his throat: "Except for the Supreme Master, the Masters of Taibai College have never seen the son, and they should not be recognized."

"There are several students attending the martial arts meeting this time are the students of Taibai College." Jing Wushuang coughed and sneaked into a pair of beautiful and elegant eyes like ink painting. One of the people who won his martial arts was one of them.

The black man’s eyebrows sag: “The son is relieved, I will say hello to the three students who are present today. Except for Helen Weiwei, the master is not familiar, the other two will not be the young master’s identity. Say it out."

"She won't." Jing did not have a boring look at the book.

The black man is surprised: "How do you know the son?"

"She is not the person who likes trouble like that." Jing Wushuang coughed twice, as if he had thought of something, and the few corners of his mouth showed a faint arc.

It is the kind of real, different from the smile of the person.

The black people look a little dumbfounded. What is the situation? Should he ask Liang Bo what happened during the two days when he was absent?

The son will actually speak to the famous Miss Yan in the capital?

This is too strange...

"Let's go." Jing Wushuang turned around, and his morbid beauty made him look like Wen Yuzi in the ancient scroll. He was not anxious: "Pick up and prepare for admission in a few days."

The black man is downright and respectful: "Yes! But..."

"What else?" Jing Wushuang saw his words and stopped, and looked at the direction of the black man.

The black man lowered his head down: "When he came down to the city, he found several masters. It seems to be from Kyoto. It should be the death of the four families, but the subordinates do not understand, they come. What does Wu Xiucheng do."

There was no match for the scene, and he lifted it up and looked at the bright moon. "This Kyoto day has changed, and some people can't stand it..."

"The son of the son means that their goal is three emperors!?" The black eyelids jumped, but knew that Jingjia always stood neutral and never participated in the things between them, but had to say that the old man Their courage is too big, they dare to assassinate the three emperors.

However, he also got the news that the three emperors were said to have come out alone, and no one was around.

No wonder the son said that the days of Kyoto have changed.

This time, the three emperors are probably really fierce.