Invincibility Starts with Full Attributes

　　The city of fiery fire is still a legend. When Yang Zhen, a ‘mysterious’ teenager, Yang Zhen glared at the beard with an old man.

　　Lan Fangyue led Yang Zhen to the Changyue Tower and came to a place similar to the parlor. Lan Fangyue left Yang Zhen alone and went out here.

　　 This is a wooden house. It looks completely different from the magnificent and quaint Changyue Building. The wooden house has no sense of simplicity and magnificence. It gives people a simple dress, and even looks a little simple.

　　 At the beginning, Yang Zhen was able to wait quietly. It was a little impatient when he waited. It has been almost a quarter of an hour since he came in, let alone Lan Fangyue did not appear again, not even a ghost shadow.

　　 Yang Zhen poured two cups of tea on his own, and drank it into his throat, leaving it in the room.

　　Tea is good tea, but Yang Zhenpin doesn't come up with anything. The more it tastes, the more tasteless it is. He simply puts the box with the tea in his arms and will go out. But before he goes out, he is blocked by a bad old man.

　　 The old man seemed to be running, panting, almost hung up, staring at Yang Zhen blowing his beard and staring.

　　Yang Zhen looked weird and said with a straight face: "Is this the hospitality of Changyuelou? Let the guests wait for a quarter of an hour here. It seems that Changyuelou doesn't seem to welcome me very much. Goodbye!"

　　 "Little thief!" The old man's eyes glared, standing akimbo at the door, a pair of almond eyes glared round: "You are too ignorant, you know the value of the two cups of tea you drank just now?"

　　 "How much?" Yang Zhen glanced at the old man and secretly stuffed the tea pot in his arms.

　　The old man can't see the age. Although he looks like a 60-70 year old, he can't see the old dragon clock, especially a big red nose with ruddy cheeks, free from a comedian.

　　The spirit is the spirit, but Yang Zhen feels that the old man is a little bit nagging. His clothes are tattered, and there are some messy smells. The smell and smell are mixed together, which is really strange.

　　 Hearing Yang Zhen's question, the old man hummed, squinting Yang Zhen not to speak.

　　 Yang Zhen pouted, and reached out to push the old man: "Do not say pull down!"

　　 The old man's eyes widened. It seemed that Yang Zhen dared to do something here, and was pushed by Yang Zhen under the precaution.

　　 "Well?" Yang Zhen looked at the old man unexpectedly. Although he didn't use much energy just now, he was afraid that he would accidentally push the strange old man apart, but the ordinary old man is no matter how strong he should be, he shouldn't be immobile.

　　 The old man looked at Yang Zhen proudly: "The kid is still a little conscience. If you used a little more effort just now, you are now a dead man."

　　Yang Zhen nodded and said, "Thank you for not killing me, goodbye."

"It's easy to say... Lying trough, are you really pushing?" The old man staggered under his feet and stepped back two steps. He looked at the old man with a brutal expression: "You're not afraid of hurting me. you?"

　　 "I believe you are a tortoise, you are a weird old man, weird, how could you be injured?" Yang Zhen raised his leg and walked out.

The old man did not stop, the old **** was leaning against the door, and said happily: "Little thief, you just drank two cups of tea in your stomach, and you can build another long moon building in the city of fire, plus your arms. Ten long moon towers are not enough for that jar."

　　Yang Zhen almost hit the door frame and turned back to stare at the old man: "Are you fooling?"

　　 "What about erroneous people, anyway, tea is now in your arms, find someone to swish and you know, you little thief!" The old man was very proud, and seemed to have decided Yang Zhen.

"what!"

Suddenly, Yang Zhen screamed, and he lay on the ground holding his head and wailed: "Come here, Changyuelou, killing people, ouch feed me headache, headache headache, I have to go to the hospital, I have to do brain CT, I tell you Bad old man, you bullied people with your strength, and hit me with severe internal injuries. In case I die, you are the sinner of Changyuelou."

　　 The old man surprised Yang Zhen strangely, staring blankly at Yang Zhen on the ground and said blankly, "Why have you become a sinner?"

"Are you stupid?" Yang Zhenbai gave the old man a glance: "You think, I am a VIP of Changyuelou, and I took over the task of Changyuelou. Now I am dead in Changyuelou without knowing it. You let the world be a monk. How do you view this matter?"

　　 "What do you think of...?"

"Why is Changyuelou wailing in the middle of the night? Why is the young monk suddenly dying? Why is the widow's family's clothes frequently stolen? Why is the big girl and young wife of the City of Fire not going out at night and staring at Changyuelou with tears? These are all What's the reason, guess what thousands of monks in the world would think?"

The old man opened his mouth, his hair was upright, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes: "Boy, don't talk nonsense, what is the relationship between Widow Li's clothes and my Changyuelou, and those big girls and daughter-in-law, dare not Why do you look at Changyuelou when you go out, you, you...you don’t want to ruin my reputation.”

Yang Zhen couldn’t lie down on the ground: "Anyway, if I have something that is three long and two short, such as missing a hair or breaking a cold hair, these problems will spread in the streets and tomorrow, and I will make up The familiar and well-spoken songs are taught to the children of the City of Fire to sing..."

　　 "Shut up!" The old man glared: "Shut up, you little bastard!"

"I don't want it!" Yang Zhen turned his head: "If you let me shut up, I shut up, then I'm not very faceless~www.readwn.com~ By then, everyone will say'Oh, Changyuelou This is the Changyue Building. There is a bad old man in the Changyue Building.

　　 "Ah, shut up!" The old man grabbed his messy head and said in despair: "Well, boy, you won, and that box of Wannianchun is for you!"

Yang Zhen smiled straightly, stood up and patted the old man's shoulder and said, "Isn't it just a box of Wannianchun, I'll ask you to drink Biluochun, I can't do Tieguanyin, the best hairy and fat sea, secretly tell you, some tea It’s rootless tea!"

　　 The old man's eyes suddenly burst out of a gleam, and he pulled Yang Zhen and asked, "Your iron sea, fat Guanyin, is really good tea? Also, what is rootless tea?"

　　 Yang Zhen leaned into the ear of the old man and said, "The rootless tea should have been in the sky. It was collected from the tip of the tongue of Mei Ruo Tian Xian's son."

　　 "Hey, hey, hey..." said the old man with his arms around Yang Zhen's shoulder: "I didn't expect Xiaoyou to be the same fellow."

　　 "Oh, hey, hey..." Yang Zhen blinked at the old man: "Big Brother is the man of temperament."

　　 "A man with a temperament?" The old man was stunned and overjoyed: "I like you, your kid is comfortable and nice to talk!"

　　 "I don't like you, I only like the little girl."

　　 An old, a small and two **** laughed, and saw Lan Fangyue in another room stunned.

In the water curtain, Yang Zhen and the old man's activities were all clearly presented in front of Lan Fangyue. Lan Fangyue looked at the water curtain dumbfoundedly and muttered to himself:

　　 "Don't you want to frustrate his temper? Don't you want to teach this thief? You old man runs away with his legs, and he is called brother to brother?"

　　Listen to it, Lan Fangyue's face turned red, and he yelled: "Two shameless people!"