90: The Real Daughter Has a Divine Calculation System

Chapter 129

Anzi took out a handful of beans from his pocket and scattered them on the ground.

"Throwing beans and turning them into soldiers!" Master Fang was so shocked that he stood up from his chair, but he looked at the armored soldiers in the room.

Anzi curled his lips and snapped his fingers, "Go ahead, just teach him a lesson, but don't hurt him, just give him... 30 military sticks first."

Several people looked at the solid long board in the armored soldier's hand, which was as wide as a palm and as thick as a dictionary, and swallowed unconsciously, thinking that you had no intention of letting him go.

The armored soldiers bowed in unison, turned around and disappeared into the room.

Master Fang's eyes sparkled and he quickly leaned over the wall to listen. Xu Qing handed him a teacup.

The few people stopped eating the roast goose and gathered together against the wall to listen to the noise.

Anzi leisurely pulled off a fragrant leg, opened the door and walked out, saying, "If you want to listen, go out and listen openly."

Huang Dapeng was stunned for a moment, and then he raised his thumb and said, "Awesome!"

Master Huang Xian sighed and thought, it would be great if this was his descendant. Look at how brave he is.

Looking at the stupid Huang Dapeng again, Master Huang Xian raised his clawed hand and pressed his philtrum.

Comparing yourself to others will make you angry; comparing yourself to a mule will make you die.

With Anzi backing him up, Master Fang became more confident and bolder. He pulled off his other leg and followed Anzi out of the room. He wanted to see which short-sighted villain dared to offend their young master.

Even though the situation on the mountain was so dangerous, the little master was able to escape unscathed and even brought down three zombies to work for her. He had no choice but to accept it.

When Grandma Luo saw that both of them had gone out, she was a little worried at first, but Huang Dapeng followed them out. She inexplicably felt more confident and grabbed a pancake and followed.

There was already a commotion outside, and the room at the end of the corridor was particularly noisy. In just a few minutes, the door was kicked open, and several armored soldiers dragged out Hei Azan, who was like a drowned dog. Without saying a word, they grabbed him and started beating him. His apprentice was forced to line up at the back, his face full of fear.

The doors of the rooms were all opened, and all kinds of strangely dressed men and women poked their heads out, and were frightened when they saw the sinister armored soldiers.

Anzi and his group leaned against the door, eating and watching, and occasionally discussing a few words, "Tsk, how miserable."

"It's his fault for being so blind that he messed with the wrong person." Anzi raised his greasy lips and looked over with an evil look in his eyes.

The Korean priestess who lived across from her silently looked away.

This little girl is so evil and ruthless. I have to tell my granddaughter not to provoke her, because they are not that tough.

"Grandma, what's wrong?" Han Zhen'er rubbed her eyes, and she was still not fully awake.

Han Suya pulled her back to the room and said, "It's nothing, go to sleep."

Han Zhener sniffed, "What's that smell? It smells so good! Grandma, is this delicious?"

Han Suya was so angry that she covered her forehead with her hands. "Eat, eat, eat! Just thinking about eating! Hurry up and go in!"

This damn girl! She's still thinking about eating at this hour!
The aura of those armored soldiers was so terrifying that the people around them looked at Anzi with something strange in their eyes.

Anzi ignored him and pretended not to see anything, eating his meal while listening to the sound of the military stick hitting his butt.

No one dared to speak out, especially those who had previously disagreed with An Zi's extremely high appearance fee.

The main reason was that Anzi didn't know that other people's appearance fees were so low. She thought that her amount was just a basic operation. After all, the thing she had to deal with was quite dangerous. Hei Azan was not very old, in his early 30s, with many strange black tattoos on his face. He clenched his teeth and said nothing when he was detained.

He is inferior to others in skills, so he should admit defeat! But don't think he will beg for mercy.

His apprentice was only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was so frightened that he almost cried and kept chattering.

Xiaoshu served as an interpreter for Anzi, "The young man was begging for mercy, saying that he knew he was wrong and asked us not to hit him."

Anzi snorted, ate the last bite of meat, and snapped his fingers, "Just hit the old one."

Now everyone knows that it was An Zi who did it.

This is exactly the effect she wanted. She wanted those people to think twice before provoking her.

The black Azan attacked them because he looked down on these old, weak and sick people. If he thought so, then others must have thought so too, but they just didn't act as quickly as he did.

After 30 beatings with the military stick, Hei Azan couldn't even get up. Anzi took the handkerchief handed to him by Xu Qing, wiped his hands slowly, and said in International Language: "I hope this lesson will teach you to remember to wear glasses next time you go out."

Hei Azan spat out a mouthful of blood and glared at Anzi fiercely.

Anzi smiled sweetly, revealing his neat and white teeth, and raised his hand to slowly stroke under his neck.

Hei Azan's apprentice was startled and hurriedly helped his master back to the room.

The Chinese are so terrible! He wants to go home!
After dealing with this team of master and apprentice, Anzi snapped his fingers, and the majestic armored soldiers disappeared instantly, turning into tiny soybeans scattered on the ground.

The couple closest to Hei Azan looked at each other, and the man lowered his voice and said, "It's what Master said about throwing beans to make soldiers."

The woman nodded in agreement, "Make sure to send a message to Master as soon as possible!"

Anzi didn't care what other people thought. He turned around and went back to his room leisurely. The people behind him followed him happily, as if they had won a battle.

"Now those people who want to do something dirty will have to think twice." Master Fang said happily while holding a biscuit in his mouth. It was so refreshing! It was a pity that the man didn't shout out, but he was not greedy. This was enough for him to go back and brag to his nephew for a year.

Grandma Luo didn't know Anzi's strength. She trusted him because of the other master. Now that she had calmed down, she was a little worried. "Will there be trouble? If they join forces..."

"No, they are not fools. Instead of joining forces to deal with me who they may not be able to defeat, it is better to save their energy to work for their employer." An Zi has this confidence. In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy or trick is futile.

Grandma Luo: ... "That's true."

Master Fang comforted him cheerfully, "Don't worry, except for that old monk, all these people combined may not be a match for the young master."

Being famous does not necessarily mean having strength.

Hearing Master Fang mention the old monk, Anzi was quite curious, "What monk?"

"It's Master Liaokong from Guijue Temple in Kyoto." Master Fang scratched his head, "You don't know him?"

Anzi was puzzled, "I should know him?"

Master Fang then realized that he might have misunderstood. "I saw that you were following the same path of cultivation, so I thought maybe you knew each other."

Because there are really not many people who cultivate merits nowadays.

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