Zuo Xiaoduo's eyes suddenly lit up like light bulbs.

Although I haven't heard of it.

Although this is the first time I heard about it.

However, since Xiaolong says it is a good thing, it is a real good thing!

But these guys in front of me seem to have high levels of cultivation, right?

"Potato, it's good to be in a hurry, but it's good to be angry?" Dao Scar opened his mouth, leaving Zuo Xiaoduo stunned.

This special accent... seems a bit serious. Why can't I understand a word of it?

I really thought it was slang.

But there were a total of thirteen people on the other side, all looking at me with burning eyes. Of course, the six people on the other side were also a little confused.

This scar seems to be making a circle?

But...why can’t I understand?

"Nongse is low, is Allah listening or understanding?"

Zuo Xiaoduo was hunched over, his gray hair was trembling, and he had a humble look on his face. He took out a bottle of wine from the ring and said, "Ala Laojiu, are you angry?"

Scar said angrily: "I'm asking you what kind of business you are in and where you want to go! Are you, an old man, playing dirty tricks with me?"

Zuo Xiaoduo: "..."

Paralyzed, you can't speak well, why are you playing with your uncle Zuo?

"Have you ever seen Zuo Xiaoduo?"
Chapter completed!