"What? What's my woman? Don't talk about it there, will you? Fashan was breathless and almost did not pant up.

"Master, are you particularly angry?" Chen Jiu asked again with a pleasant face.

"Of course angry!" Fashan is somewhat confused, but nods his head.

"Master, do you like them? Am I right? You can rest assured that as long as you wave your arms, they will surely give you a hug. In their eyes, the apprentices are at most a spare tire, which can never be compared with Master! " Chen Jiu even talked out surprising persuasion.

"Er? I like them. You're just a spare tire?" Fa Shan did not...