Chapter 1182: Small pot pot (5)

Chapter 1182 Small pot pots (5)
"In the future, we will no longer believe in the dog thief of Xuanyuanguo. We almost accidentally injured the good guy like the master!"
"Well, the man you just yelled at me is a little white face?" The wind held his chin as a smile, but his voice was cold.
The group of people was inexplicably trembled, and the temperature around them was reduced a little.
"It is what the dog thief of Xuanyuanguo said, not what we said."
"Yes, it is him, he also took us to besiege the master, and we will not dare any more, and ask the master to forgive me for a life!"
The old face of Xuanyuan Guojun has changed, and the temperament of the body is shaking.
At this time, those people felt the anger of the Xuanyuan monarch, and they all surrounded it from all sides.
With the strength of him and the South String, although he had just suffered a loss, he always felt that they were evenly matched.
By the fact that they have many people, it is impossible to suffer.
But now, the other party is not just a giant pot with unknown origins. What's more, the group of saints who were originally on his side were all conquered by the giant pot. He still didn't know what happened. I have been betrayed.
"What did you do to them?"
Xuanyuan Guoshi and a pot that couldn't talk couldn't communicate. Therefore, his sullen eyes turned to the wind and the south string, and the voice was cold.
"presumptuous!"
Just after he heard the question of Xuanyuan Guoshi’s question, he immediately yelled:
Who allowed you to be so rude to the owner? Immediately apologize to the owner!

Xuanyuan Guojun: "..."
He only felt that he was sighing in one breath, not getting up, and almost died alive in this forest.
But when he just wanted to move, he saw the gaze of the South Strings sweeping through him, and the giant pot on the sky also had a tendency to squat.
However, the other masters he brought, have just been killed by the South String.
I think that I am a lonely man, the enemy is too many, and the strength is too strong. He pressed the anger hard.
The wind is like a smile, approaching Xuanyuan Guojun: "You just said that my fiancé is a little white face?"
Xuanyuan Guojun breathed a stagnation, this little girl is not so vengeful? He just said such a sentence, remembered now?
"I just looked away, but it still doesn't allow me to look away?"
Perhaps he was worried, he didn't even dare to claim himself, but an old face was still pulling, that is, he would not want to make his own noble head.
"Oh, I didn't say that you can't look away. Just... If you say something you shouldn't say, you should always pay the price. Small pot, give me fifty, and don't stop for less than fifty!"
Hey!
The small pot pot shook with excitement and slammed down hard.
Under this time, the painful Xuanyuan Guojun face is distorted, and the angry way: "You don't bully me when you are too crowded. I tell you, I am anxious, even if you have more people, I will still do it!"

The giant pot ignored him and continued to fall from the sky. He fell down. Fortunately, the head iron of Xuanyuan Guojun was not flowered by the head of the beggar. However, such pain is still not affordable for the average person.
He clenched his fist and looked angry: "I am not kidding, you are licking my head, I will start!"
"Move your hand, one hundred! You can't even beat my pot, let alone my fiance? Do you think you can be the opponent of so many of us?"
Xuanyuan Guojun is very wrong, he really has no way to fight this pot.
More grievous is the giant pot.
The owner actually mocked it as not as powerful as a wild man! It is clearly a giant pot that lived a thousand years old. How can it be less than a human being?
The angry giant pot did not dare to smother the south string, but only sprinkled all the gas on the body of the Xuanyuan monarch...
(End of this chapter)