The Fancy Counterattack of the Cannon Fodder of Fast Transmigration

Chapter 11 Master, stay safe 11
The corner of the black-clothed man's mouth twitched.

The face of the person next to me must be very painful, but luckily I didn't jump into that pit.

Jian Yuhan looked at the second generation ancestor provocatively, come on, aren't you very powerful, bite me!

He moved his body and hugged the key even tighter.

Pian Yao, who was originally smiling, suddenly turned dark. How could he endure a child being hugged for so long!
Jian Yuhan secretly glanced at Bi Key, and smiled secretly after seeing his expression.

Not only did I get to the second generation ancestor, but I also got to get to the key. Oh, I'm in a good mood.

"Didn't you say that I have bad habits?" Jian Yuhan's eyes were full of smiles, but the smiles only existed on the surface.He flicked out his index finger and put it gently on his lips, making him look even cuter.

Jian Yuhan slowly opened his mouth to confide, his voice was clear and soft: "What about you? Killing and setting fire, you do everything."

"What do you mean!" The Second Generation Ancestor was indignant, with a murderous look in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Jian Yuhan gently rubbed his lips with his fingers, and the corners of his mouth turned up: "A man who is ugly and whores beautifully, if he has money and power, he will kill him if he sees people who are not pleasing to the eye, and most importantly, he is thin and handsome." Short or a second, you actually want to attack, tsk tsk tsk."

Looking at the audience: "Tsk tsk tsk."

The second generation ancestor's complexion suddenly turned red, and then turned purple, and a strange color appeared on the tips of his ears.

"You! Squirting people with blood!"

"Bah." Jian Yuhan smiled disdainfully: "Spitting blood? Are you sure you are human?"

The second generation ancestor's forehead was bulging with blue veins: "I'm not human?"

"You are not human." Jian Yuhan spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh, sharp teeth, distorting the facts!"

Jian Yuhan still smiled cutely: "I'm just eloquent, and I just distort the facts, but you are right on your own, mentally retarded."

The Second Generation Ancestor gripped the corner of his clothes tightly, it was already crumpled.However, the boy is in the hands of an immortal cultivator, so he can't act rashly.

He thought it was just like this, but the boy actually said: "You are a beast! You are a beast when you put on clothes! Now even I will not let it go, eccentricity! Absolutely eccentricity!"

Immediately, countless eyes fell on the Second Generation Ancestor with strange eyes.

"You, don't talk nonsense!"

Jian Yuhan grinned: "I'm talking nonsense, but you still take your seat. Am I talking about you again? I'm talking about the person next to you."

The man in black who was shot for no reason: "..."

"Oh, I didn't look at your face carefully before, but now." After speaking, Jian Yuhan paused, and then said: "Now I find that you look really sci-fi."

"Science fiction?" The Second Generation Ancestor was not familiar with these two words, and had no idea what it meant.

"Yes, science fiction." Jian Yuhan nodded with a smile: "It's quite abstract, beyond human imagination."

Hahaha hiccup.

A few black lines were drawn across the face of the Second Generation Ancestor. Although he couldn't understand some of the words, he generally knew that these were not good words, and he was scolding him.

"Do you know who I am!" The second generation ancestor's chest was bouncing up and down fiercely.

Jian Yuhan asked cooperatively: "Then, who are you?"

The second generation ancestor held his head high and held his chest high: "I am the son of the crystallization of love between the nicknamed Iron-Blooded Girl and the Prodigal Son, who is nicknamed "Iron-Blooded Girl" by people in the capital.

Before he finished speaking, Jian Yuhan was too lazy to listen, and interrupted directly: "I don't care what you do, I'll let you get blasted today!"

Second-generation ancestor:"……"

　The Second Generation Ancestor (Black Face): Author, come out to me!come out faster!
　　Author: You cannon fodder, what are you yelling about!
　　The Second Generation Ancestor: I'm... just a little bit, just a little bit!I can say my name now!

　　Author: My son interrupted, none of my business.

　　Jian Yuhan: My mother wrote it, it's none of my business.

　　The Second Patriarch:...Damn mentally retarded

　　
　
(End of this chapter)