Second-hand little prince

Chapter 673 Young Pavilion Master

"Wait a minute, this leader's order is mine." As the voice fell, a person jumped out from the audience, Bai Jing led his own soldiers to protect Qin Zixuan in the middle, and cast his cold eyes on the person who came.

Huai Hualong jumped up and landed on the stage, staring at the leader's order in Qin Zixuan's hand, his eyes were burning.

Qin Zixuan sized up the person who came, he was less than five feet tall, with a small nose, small eyes and a "small mouth, I really don't know where he got the courage to fight for the leader's order, Qin Zixuan asked aloud: "Who are you?

"I'm Huai Hualong, the young master of Nanhai Xinge Pavilion." Huai Hualong was quite proud, with his arms folded over his chest, his chin raised high, and he walked with T-steps, with the expression of waiting for others to kneel down.

Xinge?Qin Zixuan thought for a while, then remembered that the person who said the leader's order was Xinge. At that time, Qin Zixuan couldn't figure out why Xinge spread such news. Now it seems that they have ideas about the leader's order.

"Mr. Huai, your Xin Pavilion has always lived in the South China Sea and has not been involved in the affairs of the rivers and lakes. Why do you come to Daqin to compete for the throne of the leader?" Wang Mingzheng asked with a dark face. He was guarding against Liu Yilong and others making trouble. Thinking that Liu Yilong hadn't started yet, Xinge appeared first.

"Hehe, Master Wang, what you said is wrong. I advise you to obediently support this Young Pavilion Master as the leader, or you will regret it. Hahaha." Huai Hualong laughed loudly, Xin Pavilion is the most powerful What's wrong is not to sell news, but they have the black history of many people.

Ha ha ha.
Qin Zixuan laughed loudly with his hips on his hips, thinking of a possibility, that is, Xinge collected the black histories of the heads, and used it as a threat to let everyone choose him. Who is afraid of whom.

"What are you laughing at?" Huai Hualong glared at Qin Zixuan.

"I'm laughing at you, a person who specializes in selling fake news, what are you trying to do here? It is said that there are cheats on the leader's token released by Xinge, hey, tell me where is the cheat?" Qin Zixuan shook the leader's token in his hand , with a sneer on his face.

No matter what the ultimate goal of Huai Hualong is, first nail Xinge to the pillar of shame, and turn Xinge into a bad businessman who sells fake news. In the future, any news that is not good for the leaders can be resolved, anyway, it is fake information.

Qin Zixuan believes that everyone has a black history, including himself, but he is not afraid, as long as the black is whitewashed, as the prince of Daqin, he is obliged to shoot him to death when facing people with ambitions and impure motives.

At this moment, Qin Zixuan finally remembered that he was a prince, and he should serve the country, not just enjoy himself. Qin Zixuan's words reminded Wang Mingzheng. Wang Mingzheng was also frightened before. His family knew about his own affairs. Investigated myself.

"You are King Cheng, right? I know you, a waste of amnesia, you deserve to laugh at me, Xinge." Huai Hualong stared at Qin Zixuan with fire in his eyes. Dare to scold, I don't know where the courage comes from.

The trashy Bai Jing raised a gun to stab him to death, but was grabbed by Qin Zixuan.

"Hey, that third-class cripple without amnesia, don't you think you're superior to others? Come on, let's compare poems and songs to see if you, a third-class cripple without amnesia, are better, or me, a person with amnesia, who is better." Qin Zixuan With his hips akimbo, he didn't get angry when someone scolded him, and continued to bicker.

"What third-class disabled? You are the third-class disabled." Huai Hualong didn't know what third-class disabled meant, and felt that it was not a good word.

Qin Zixuan crossed his waist, gestured twice with his hand on his waist, and said: "See, you are disabled with height, don't you understand? Do you need me to explain your knowledge to you? With your height, you are a third-class disabled person. bottom line."

Looking at Huai Hualong with a smirk, and daring to call himself a waste, Qin Zixuan would unceremoniously fight back, and would grab the opponent's weakness and stomp hard.

Height is the place where Huai Hualong is least confident, even as the young master of the Xin Pavilion. At this time, Qin Zixuan caught him out and humiliated him in public. Huai Hualong was so angry that he screamed and wanted to tear Qin Zixuan apart.

"Stop shouting, Xiaosan, have you decided which poems and songs to compare?" Qin Zixuan put his hips on his back with a look of trepidation, and also raised his chest and raised his head. Behind Qin Zixuan, Wang Ming was discussing with Song Xiao and others in a low voice.

The sudden appearance of Xinge's Shaoge must have bad intentions, and from the other party's tone, he is threatening them. Everyone has one or more dark histories, and this is something everyone knows.

What they discussed was whether or not to destroy Xinge. It is not easy for such an intelligence organization to be on top of their heads, and they want to threaten them with black history.

"Fuck him!" Hong Sheng, who has the most slanderous material, shouted the most actively. Even though he is from the north, he did many bad things in the north. Some people know about it, and some don't. It's also almost over.

"Yes, get him, a liar who sells fake news, you can't let other comrades be deceived again." Wang Tiequan shouted, shaking his fist. This guy was also full of scandals when he was young.

Huai Hualong doesn't compete with Qin Zixuan in poetry and poetry, he doesn't know how, he wants to compete with Qin Zixuan in martial arts, Qin Zixuan curled his lips, looked Huai Hualong up and down, and said: "Xiao San is Xiao San, don't want to be embarrassed at all, you compete with me , do I have the nerve to speak?"

"Why are you embarrassed? You have the nerve to compare poems and songs with me, why am I embarrassed?" Huai Hualong asked back.

"Because I lost my memory, didn't you say it before? You are so serious with a person with amnesia, you are really not human." Qin Zixuan straightened his stomach, and amnesia became a matter of pride.

There was a lot of laughter from the audience, and some people shouted to kill Xiaosan. Today they learned a word, that is, those who are short are called third-class disabled, or Xiaosan for short.

Huai Hualong didn't expect that he would offend the crowd with just a few words, and he didn't know that he would offend a group of elders and masters with a few words. People who have been trapped in history also shouted to destroy Xinge, not to mention how loud they were.

In a word, King Cheng put Xin Pavilion on the pillar of shame for selling fake news. If they didn't seize the opportunity to destroy Xin Pavilion, they would feel sorry for themselves.

Wang Mingzheng and the others quickly discussed and made a wink. Immediately, someone stepped forward and surrounded Huaihualong. Huaihualong stared in fright and shouted that he was the young master of the Xin Pavilion. Anyone who dared to touch him would die , will definitely expose their dark history.

It’s okay if you don’t say it, once you say this, the leaders confirm one thing, that is, Xinge really investigated them, so what are you waiting for, destroying Xinge, sweeping away the black history, it’s best to burn Xinge with a torch Light.

(End of this chapter)