"Nine Chen, you give me honesty, my master?" Fong Zheng came down with a noble middle-aged man. He was always magnificent and could not live forever.

"I don't know. I haven't seen your master yet?" Chen Jiuweiwei's funny smile is clearly playing with Fangzheng.

"You're talking nonsense. Didn't my Master fight with you just now?" Fang just complained and scolded. Just now, when he saw Chen Jiu was too fierce and punched a courtyard owner, he was worried about inviting someone. He had to say that he was very prescient.

It's just a pity that Fang Zheng didn't expect Chen Jiu's killing speed to be so fast. Faced with his...