Yue Ziying said: "Are you crispy fry the tongue here? Give me a plate!"

The shop guy snapped: "Crispy fry? Sorry, girl, there is no such dish. Girl can't change it?"

"Slap!" He didn't finish his sentence, and his face was slapped with crispness!

The store guy caught off guard and turned around in a smash.

Half of the face immediately became swollen. The corners of his mouth also bleed.

He couldn't laugh anymore: "You ... why did you hit someone?"

This slap in the ears was so loud that everyone in the hall looked over at him.

Qi Luoer finally recovered from the wandering.

The thing she didn't like most in her life was to rely on a few people who bullied people to see the shop guy beaten. The embarrassing factor in the body started to move again, put down the chopsticks, and wanted to stand up.

Yun Hua grabbed her hand and shook her head slightly.

"Lor, they are demons. If they conflict with them here, they will not care about the life and death of mortals ..."

Qi Luoer pressed down the fire in his heart, and stared at Yue Ziying with a hate, holding back and not moving.

The upstairs finally shocked the shopkeeper.

It was a small, middle-aged man who was not tall.

The lake blue gown worn on the body, although not gorgeous, was cut out to fit surprisingly, making people look comfortable.

Although the eyes are not large, they teach you not to look at them.

The whole person is savvy and powerful, whoever looks at him will never despise him.

He brought up a few people and looked at Yue Wuyi's table.

The eyes of doing business are naturally very spicy, and at a glance, Yue Wuzhe has an extraordinary status.

With a smirk: "The shop was not entertained. Before I offended the girl, I also hoped that the son Haihan."

Glancing at the battered shop guy again: "Not ready to pay this girl ?!".

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