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Chapter 613: What a Small Class!

The person guarding the car door was waiting for the person in the car to get off the car, urging him, "Hurry up! Get off quickly!" As he said, he did not delay his hands and pulled the people who got off the car, one of them was older.

Yes, he almost turned a few people when he pulled him.

The old man wanted to question a few words and was given a cruel look by the person in front of him, and immediately left silently.

The person guarding the car door saw almost all the people in the car get out, so he almost didn't move because the last person stood at the door. The person guarding the car door was annoyed and his mouth moved together, "Get down!"

Hurry up!”

Not only was the person blocking the car door not pulled out of the car by him, but the person who took action to pull him was staggered by his hand-shaking action. The people around him also quickly helped him with his hands and didn't fall.

He's so fucking tired of living! He dares to go against me!

The person who was thrown away cursed angrily, wanted to curse a few more words, but when he looked up, he looked into a pair of bottomless eyes. The words in his heart were shocked and he couldn't say it in his throat.

Looking at this person again, but thinking of a group of people around him, there was only one person on the other side, the confidence that dissipated was condensed and rushed straight into his forehead again.

"Who the hell are you?" The person who was thrown away by Ye Zhenqiao shouted at him: "Do you know who the hell am I? I'm so angry that I'll give you Buddhist words, you can't understand it!

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How many years have you been? Ye Zhenqiao recalled how many years has anyone said such ignorant and fearless words in front of him in such a tone?

The lowly voices in the crowd floated across Ye Zhenqiao's ears, both lightly and heavily.

"Is this person taking the wrong medicine? I dare to stand up at this time!"

"I don't know who these people are, right? I'm afraid I'm going to be in trouble now!"

"This person looks handsome and looks like a cultural person. I'm not here to come here for the bad luck!" Some people are also interested in watching the show with a gloating attitude.

"What about you, a Buddha, a person who is full of bandits (ink) can't know that a strong dragon does not suppress local snakes and dares to fight unfairly and meddle in other people's business, it's not a bad luck!" Some people also brought it with unconcealed words.

Sighing tone.

Ye Zhenqiao turned a deaf ear to those words and immersed in his own thoughts. It seemed that Dai Furong had been taught by reason. No one dared to speak like this unrestrained. He raised his eyebrows and said,

The deputy asked with interest: "I really don't understand. Are you talking about your mother, the mother, or whose mother? But," Ye Zhenqiao stepped out of the car, and the other party was frightened by his sudden movements.

.Watching the other party's concession, he smiled without realizing it, and then said, "You are so powerful, why are you so brave!"

It was not surprising that everyone listened to Ye Zhenqiao's Mandarin in the previous paragraph, but they were surprised at his last extremely standard local dialect, and even the voice of discussion was much smaller.

However, when the other party heard him speak local words, he laughed wildly, and then looked back at his companion, "What kind of thing do you hear him? How dare he do Buddha?

We are timid?! I will give you Buddha, and you will also ask about this Chu Tomb Town. Who am I Daliang? You dare to mess with us brothers!"

"Who are you Daliang? Who are your brothers?"

Ye Zhenqiao asked very seriously, but because he was too serious, Daliang was angry, "Who the hell are you? Do you want to find trouble? Do you know who you are?"

"Who are you? Who are you?" Ye Zhenqiao was not angry about his uncleanness, "In front of you, I'm too lazy to find someone to ask, please tell me. However, I don't like your words.

Shi Lao, your mother, I can’t tell who the mother!”


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