The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 1181

Yun Fancheng was completely angry, he stared at Feng Zhuo, and said viciously: "A pariah who has just come from Nanming Continent, less than a year old, dare to speak nonsense in front of me? Are you looking for death!"

The scene fell silent for a moment, and then there was a burst of ridicule.

Those people who wanted to hug Yun Fancheng's thigh were all the more taunting at this moment.

Their words became more and more unbearable.

Some people even made an issue of Feng Zhuo's alluring appearance and asked her to make an offer!
"It's too much!" Mu Siqi's face was full of anger, and she was about to step forward.

Her burning sister, so shining and dazzling.

He is the person she admires the most.

These scumbags from low-class families dared to insult and slander her like this, which made her mad.

However, City Lord Mu held her back at the right time, and said, "Qi'er, don't be impulsive. When Zhuo girl needs us, she will naturally speak up! If you rush forward so recklessly, if she has any plans, you will be caught by me." Destroyed!"

"Daddy, write down all these aristocratic families. I want to practice with them!" After Mu Siqi calmed down the anger in her heart, she quickly made such a decision.

She is going to be strong.

Become the incomparably powerful backing of Sister Zhuo.

"Miss Zhuo! You are Miss Zhuo, right?" Suddenly, an exclamation sounded.

This exclamation sounded extremely abrupt amidst the crowd of mocking voices.

However, many people have recognized who the owner of this voice is.

They subconsciously stopped mocking and looked in the direction of the sound.

The crowd surrounding Feng Zhuo retreated, and an old man walked in from the outside.

stranger!
After searching around in Feng Zhuo's mind, he was sure that he had no memory of this old man.

"I am!" She replied lightly, and said again: "Who are you?"

The mocking voice that had been weakened because of the old man sounded again at this moment.

"You don't even know Elder Song?"

"Didn't you hear what Young Master Yun said? This woman is a pariah who just came from the lower-class mainland, and she has been here for less than a year. Of course, she doesn't have the honor to know Song Lao!"

"A pariah is a pariah! Look at her expression, she really thinks she is someone!"

……

"Shut up! You all shut up!" Song Lao's eyes widened, and he shouted angrily.

He never thought that his appearance would bring so much scolding to Miss Zhuo.

He sneaked a glance at Feng Zhuo, seeing that the expression on her face did not change, he was deeply relieved.

The people present looked at Mr. Song who lost his temper, with puzzled expressions on their faces.

"Old Song!" A charming voice sounded.

Standing beside Yun Fancheng, Xueyue, the saint of the soul race, walked up to Elder Song, and blessed him respectfully.

"Old Song, do you remember me?"

"I don't remember!" Elder Song replied without thinking, and then moved to the side, trying to avoid her.

However, Xue Yue also moved to the side, blocking his way.

Xueyue's expression froze, and after a while, her face was filled with a smile again, and she spoke again: "Little girl, Xueyue, once begged Mr. Song, and wanted to worship Mr. Song as a teacher, but Mr. Song has been wandering around, little girl I have never had a chance to meet you! Unexpectedly, I met you in the Hairpin Hall today. Mr. Song, the little girl has also heard that you are very strict in accepting apprentices, and the little girl is willing to accept your test. Please give the little girl a chance! "

(End of this chapter)