The strongest little magician

Chapter 839
"Good job." Tang Huayuan nodded in satisfaction, with a rare successful smile on his face.

But in the next second, I couldn't laugh at all!

Right in front, Zhang Yangguang and Xu Mengjie Xiaoyu slowly walked out of the consultation room.

"It turns out that you despicable bastards are playing tricks behind the scenes." Zhang Yangguang stepped forward and mocked coldly.

Seeing Zhang Yangguang's high spirits and energy, Fugui rubbed his eyes, unable to believe what he saw.

"How could you..."

"It's not enough for me to use your dirty tricks. You still want to use it on me. Do you think I'm a fool?" Zhang Yangguang sneered coldly, his eyes full of disdain.

"I clearly saw you drank the Mamisan..." Fugui kept repeating.

Tang Huayuan's face turned extremely ugly, and a fierce aura exuded from his body, and then he kicked Fugui to the ground!
"Tmd is all trash. You can't even do this little thing well. What use do I need you for?" He cursed coldly, and then grabbed Fugui's neck with one hand.

Fugui was weightless all over his body, and because his neck was strangled, his trachea couldn't breathe properly, his whole face turned red and his expression was very painful.

"Master Tang...have mercy!" Fu Gui said with great difficulty. .Words were squeezed out of the trachea little by little.

Where have Xu Mengjie and Xiaoyu seen such a scene?

The two little girls exclaimed and quickly hid behind Zhang Yangguang.

"If you messed up the matter, what face do you have to beg me for mercy?" Tang Huayuan said cruelly.

When his voice fell, his hands intensified even more, Fugui struggled desperately, but to no avail, his hands and feet gradually became numb, and he remained motionless.

Seeing that he was about to die, Zhang Yangguang frowned. He dared to kill people in public in broad daylight. It seemed that this person had an unusual status.

Although wealth and honor are not his allies, but heals the hearts of his parents, so naturally he cannot see human lives passing before his eyes.

Ever since, there was a "swish" in the air, and a silver needle flew away, and it was inserted straight into Tang Huayuan's tiger's mouth.

Tang Huayuan was shocked, his whole arm went numb on the spot, and he couldn't use any strength, so he was forced to let go.

Fugui was rescued, gulped for fresh air, and hurriedly wanted to escape from here, but was pinned down to the ground by the ten elite teams.

"A mere yellow-mouthed child, how dare you play tricks in front of me!" Tang Huayuan held his numb arm, pulled out the silver needle on the spot, and stared at Zhang Yangguang.

Facing the gloomy gaze, Zhang Yangguang smiled and taunted on the spot.

"How can you have the face to say such a thing? You sent someone to give me Mamisan, such a villain's behavior, you still have the face to accuse me?"

"You..." Tang Huayuan was speechless, after all, what Zhang Yangguang said was the truth.

"I'm already old, and I don't feel ashamed to do this kind of villainous thing." Zhang Yangguang went on to say, pissed off.

"Huangkou kid, shut up quickly, our Tang sect master is not something you can casually slander!" One of the people behind him couldn't help but rushed up, pointing at Zhang Yangguang's nose and yelling.

"Which onion are you? We are not at the same level, and you are not qualified to speak in front of me!" Zhang Yangguang laughed. When the words fell, the man's fingers were snapped off!

"Ah, my hand!" The man screamed, and Tang Huayuan's expression became even uglier.

(End of this chapter)