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311. Chapter 311 Trouble [4]

I think about it, it’s a handsome man, um…it seems to be really suitable…”

Ye Zeyu looked smiling, and Wen Xueli had already noticed that Han Fei was on the verge of an outbreak.

In order to save Ye Zeyu, the guy who was dying, Wen Xueli said that she would better take Han Fei away as soon as possible.

"Uh... I'll go back first, you'll go narcissistic and daydreaming yourself."

Looking at Wen Xueli leaving, Ye Zeyu showed a self-deprecating evil smile on his lips. He turned around and left.

"The tomb of the bloodthirsty monarch! Isn't that Han Fei's tomb? Meow! Han Fei's second-hand man! Meow! Is there anything good in there? Meow?" Pichu curiously entangled Han Fei and asked non-stop.

Han Fei kicked Pichu away with a black thread, "Stinky cat! Don't hear Han Fei's tomb at once!"

"Tsk, meow! That's your tomb, okay?" I deliberately opposed Han Fei, and Pichu whispered Han Fei's tomb.

"Compared with this, I have always been curious since before and now, why are you called the Bloodthirsty Monarch so domineering name?" Wen Xueli expressed her curiosity very tactfully.

"That's it! How could this second guy Han Fei be called a bloodthirsty monarch? Meow! Those people are so stupid! Even his second guy attributes are not visible!" Pichu continued to join in the fun.

Han Fei was used to this name, "Well... I was young at that time, and my thoughts were relatively... Uh... Anyway, I just thought of a name that made people scared, and then I thought of the name of the Bloodthirsty Monarch, is it very gorgeous

Wonderful? Oh, I am such a genius who name it!"

Han Fei was very intoxicated by his own wits and cleverness.

Wen Xueli's black line. Well, she thought she understood why Han Fei was a magician of evil genius. It must be that God contributed his emotional intelligence, aesthetics and other things to those who practice magic.

Talented!

"Meow! Han Fei is indeed a slut!" Pichu was very despised and stepped on him while Han Fei was not paying attention!

"Hmph! You are jealous of my beautiful name! Forget it, seeing that you have such a low IQ, I will forgive you! Stupid cat!" Han Fei unswervingly thought that Pichu was jealous of him!

"By the way, there seems to be some things I left behind in that tomb." Han Fei touched his chin and suddenly thought of this.

"Hey? What are they? Meow!" Pichu came over again.

"Well... the most precious thing is that I am so handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome..." Han Fei continued excitedly.

"Tell me the point!" Wen Xueli's black line.

Han Fei looked at Wen Xueli pitifully, "Okay, it's my portrait, of course it's the most precious thing! Those elixirs, magic stones, etc., and even a small portrait of me

Nothing can compare to the corners of it?!"

Han Fei became more and more confident the more he spoke. He looked at Wen Xueli with a bright look, hoping that she would nod and agree.

Wen Xueli even felt that if she said something disagreeable under such a look, it would seem to be too cruel... The black line was extremely dark, "Well... OK, I think so too..."

"What a meow! It's obvious that your portrait is not as precious as a corner without a elixir! Humph! Meow!" Pichu continued to despise Han Fei. I think about it, a handsome man, um... it seems to be really suitable..."

Ye Zeyu looked smiling, and Wen Xueli had already noticed that Han Fei was on the verge of an outbreak.

In order to save Ye Zeyu, the guy who was dying, Wen Xueli said that she would better take Han Fei away as soon as possible.

"Uh... I'll go back first, you'll go narcissistic and daydreaming yourself."

Looking at Wen Xueli leaving, Ye Zeyu showed a self-deprecating evil smile on his lips. He turned around and left.

"The tomb of the bloodthirsty monarch! Isn't that Han Fei's tomb? Meow! Han Fei's second-hand man! Meow! Is there anything good in there? Meow?" Pichu curiously entangled Han Fei and asked non-stop.

Han Fei kicked Pichu away with a black thread, "Stinky cat! Don't hear Han Fei's tomb at once!"

"Tsk, meow! That's your tomb, okay?" I deliberately opposed Han Fei, and Pichu whispered Han Fei's tomb.

"Compared with this, I have always been curious since before and now, why are you called the Bloodthirsty Monarch so domineering name?" Wen Xueli expressed her curiosity very tactfully.

"That's it! How could this second guy Han Fei be called a bloodthirsty monarch? Meow! Those people are so stupid! Even his second guy attributes are not visible!" Pichu continued to join in the fun.

Han Fei was used to this name, "Well... I was young at that time, and my thoughts were relatively... Uh... Anyway, I just thought of a name that made people scared, and then I thought of the name of the Bloodthirsty Monarch, is it very gorgeous

Wonderful? Oh, I am such a genius who name it!"

Han Fei was very intoxicated by his own wits and cleverness.

Wen Xueli's black line. Well, she thought she understood why Han Fei was a magician of evil genius. It must be that God contributed his emotional intelligence, aesthetics and other things to those who practice magic.

Talented!

"Meow! Han Fei is indeed a slut!" Pichu was very despised and stepped on him while Han Fei was not paying attention!

"Hmph! You are jealous of my beautiful name! Forget it, seeing that you have such a low IQ, I will forgive you! Stupid cat!" Han Fei unswervingly thought that Pichu was jealous of him!

"By the way, there seems to be some things I left behind in that tomb." Han Fei touched his chin and suddenly thought of this.

"Hey? What are they? Meow!" Pichu came over again.

"Well... the most precious thing is that I am so handsome, handsome, handsome, handsome..." Han Fei continued excitedly.

"Tell me the point!" Wen Xueli's black line.

Han Fei looked at Wen Xueli pitifully, "Okay, it's my portrait, of course it's the most precious thing! Those elixirs, magic stones, etc., and even a small portrait of me

Nothing can compare to the corners of it?!"

Han Fei became more and more confident the more he spoke. He looked at Wen Xueli with a bright look, hoping that she would nod and agree.

Wen Xueli even felt that if she said something disagreeable under such a look, it would seem to be too cruel... The black line was extremely dark, "Well... OK, I think so too..."
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