While watching, the one with a wink had already snatched the chair, but she dared to hand it to the big girl and moved it behind the city lord.

Shang Saner sat upright without saying a word or looking at people.

The scene of more than 20 people far and near can be heard.

The old dog was quicker and came back with apologizing for guilt. After a while, the fan arrived, and his body was covered with grass chips. He curiously broke the silence: "I'm busy, what are you looking for?"

Shang Saner snorted: "Please hit someone, can you do it?"

He jumped up with a fan, forgot about the naughty boys waiting for him outside, rubbed his hands, unable to hide his excitement: "What's the hard way? Just hit them?"

Shang Saner raised his head and raised his voice: "Listen to this mansion, don't take Mei'er seriously. For the first time, they both committed the crime to the third master. Because they were young women and did not do anything, they asked a boy to do it. Next time they met such a stubborn person, they would ask the yamen soldiers to drag them to the government office to court. What do you think you are, and ask after the fight!"

Finally, I looked at the two women in the field: "I'm lying on my own!"

Only when I make a fuss about this matter can I remember that it was sold and my life is in the hands of others. Why are the first and second-level villain immortals who have no hope of practicing?

The master was still kind, but fortunately he only asked a boy to do it. He couldn't think much of it. He felt ashamed, and the two women were secretly glad and lay down on the ground obediently.

But when the mall owner took out a thorny stick from the dog's back, the two women lying on the ground didn't notice it, but there was a neat sound of sucking air around.

He picked up the fan and asked, "Do you want to count?"

Shang Saner replied: "My mother beat me with apologizing Jing. At most, she only had twelve strokes. She didn't ask them to suffer too much. She just counted this!"

"Okay!"

Roll up his sleeves, raise the thorny slap, and hold the fan and stick the close-knit buttocks hard.

Shang Saner and his mother have only been a year since they became a wasteland immortal, but they have been holding a fan for more than two hundred years. They look like boys, but in terms of strength, they are much bigger than the merchants.

The greater the strength, the more powerful it is. There is almost no skin trauma, and it is all endured by the soul!

The first blow made the tortured woman scream heart-wrenchingly.

The one next to me was shocked before she could even get beaten. The screams were not like fake. It was hard to believe that everyone was watching the fun from afar.

But after a few sticks, I believed it.

The only one who was present, he felt that it was more fun than gambling with dice. He was filled with countless joy and sticks.

After the twelve sticks, the first one fainted with the filth, and the second one was swung with the fan.

So, a harsh scream erupted again.

After all the fights, Jing Tuo returned it to Shang Saner, clapped his hands and shouted: "Brother of the dealer, I'll call me next time!"

The two women were foolish when the Taoist boy was not beaten. In other people's city, they would not call the dog's dick or the stinger of the bran in front of them.

"Finish! Let's play tricks on you!"

The naughty boy was anxious to brag to his playmates, so he ran away excitedly.

Shang Saner sat for a while, and waited for both women to wake up, and said indifferently: "After saying that, I'm willing to listen!"
Chapter completed!