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Chapter Three Hundred and Twelve: Persimmon Makeup Flowers, Giant Python Robe, Eunuch Yuma Stubborn(2/2)

Is Zhang Zuoque's seven hundred taels of silver? His face turned pale for a moment, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Kang Fei looked at it and said, "What nonsense to tell him? I can make dumplings." After that, he grinned.

Although the few servants followed Kang Fei for a short time, the young master's behavior was clear, and he was too arrogant and had a big profile. The key was a fairy disciple. If you can beat 100 people, you might not die at that time if you want to offend the young master. Sorry, the young master would probably beat you to death with a pair of fists on the spot.

Fortunately, Kang Fei couldn't hear their thoughts, otherwise he would have to complain. I am a serious person. Who beat the person to death with his fists? I'll give you three months of salary and get together!

Therefore, several servants immediately came from behind, with a look of expression that we would follow, "You little master, you want to kill you into the underworld to change the life and death book."

These are all border heroes, and they look very... rough. Kang Fei defeated a bunch of eunuchs and did not scare Zhang Zuo, but was frightened by these servants and retreated repeatedly.

When Zhang Zuo on the opposite side was frightened, a slutty smell suddenly emanated from his body.

Kang Fei felt something was wrong first, so he sniffed his nose, and then he realized that it was emitted from the old eunuch opposite. He suddenly changed his face and pinched his nose and jumped out three feet back. Looking at Zhang Zuo, he couldn't help but sigh, "I'm also a poor person. I don't know whether to stand or squat in the toilet. Forget it, what are you calculating..." As he said he greeted the servants and went inside.

Zhang Zuo stood there, trembling all over, frightened and embarrassed. When he rolled his eyes, he collapsed on the ground.

On the way, Zhu Zhenxian felt a cold sweat, "Brother, you are so scared that I am so scared. If I hadn't known about my brother's character, I would have thought my brother would rebel..."

Kang Fei grinned and said, "If you want to talk about culture, I am better than you guys, but! It's good to create a good image...

When I arrived at the Yongshou Palace in Beiyuan, Zhu Zhenxian held him down and begged in a low voice, "Brother, never look at me, look at Tutuo's face, so I will be more restrained..." Kang Fei's old face turned red, and the hot mom Zhu eunuch, what do you mean? Don't slap someone in the face!

In this way, he could only watch Zhu Zhenxian go in and report.

However, he was a monkey, and after standing for a while, he was out of patience. He couldn't help but rub at the door of the hall and looked inside. He saw a guy who looked like a Taoist priest, holding a fork stick in his hand and writing and painting on a table. Then, like a gust of sheep horns, he opened his mouth and said, "There is a treacherous minister reporting today..."
Chapter completed!
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