Mommy, the president daddy is too bad

This whole villa is always bright, not because something big happened to Qinglong hall.

But the prince of Qinglong Hall... Has more sworn brothers.

Now the leader of the green dragon sect has gathered everyone in the green dragon hall to witness in the main area.

"Lord long, the boy's origin is unknown. You can rest assured to let him follow the little prince?"

"Yes, who knows if this is an undercover from another Gang? Didn't ah Hu and ah Bao see it with their own eyes? Did he have enough Mafia momentum?"

"Lord long, the little prince is the heir of our green dragon sect. Do you really want this unknown person to follow? This..."

Little steamed stuffed bun changed into the new clothes prepared by Qinglong hall for him. When he came out, he heard that Yiying elder of the Qinglong Gang responded to him with "unknown origin".

I thought that if Qinglong hall didn't take him in, he would really be reduced to the streets.

Although it's a little troublesome. But this little trouble is not a bit better than the need to live in the open air.

So. In order to stay, he certainly can't let these people slander himself.

"Hey, what are you old men doing? What do you mean I don't know my origin? I don't know my origin. Do you know your origin?"

Little steamed stuffed bun, regardless of the qualifications of these bearded and staring old men, opened his mouth and said, "my origin is personally recognized by the little prince. If you disagree, go to the little prince?"

"But you should think about it before you go. I'm not old, but I don't understand the truth. Ask the future Prince of Qinglong hall that it's the following crime! What are these people doing in Qinglong hall? Aren't you afraid of the little prince raising tigers?"

These elders have just met people now.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the little steamed stuffed bun appeared, they blocked what they said so strongly.

It is precisely because of this that they are more and more unhappy with the little boy.

They are old, but it is not impossible for them to sit in the Qinglong hall and enjoy Qingfu.

It was not easy for them to get their current qualifications. They were fooled by the boy's words. They really wanted to tear his mouth.

Since the steamed stuffed bun has opened his mouth, he is not afraid to offend others.

It's time to say. He believes that the boss of Qinglong hall knows what he should do.

Long Zhentian, the boss of the green dragon hall, who was secretly calculated by the little steamed stuffed bun, gave him a frown and waved to him: "boy, come here."

Little steamed stuffed bun thought for a second. Immediately walked over with a smile: "Uncle long, hello ~"

Such a polite greeting is quite different from the strength of the elders.

Long Zhentian didn't seem to notice the difference in his attitude. He asked faintly, "boy, are you sure you want to bow to me?"

Tingwu is the name of the little prince of Qinglong hall. He followed long Zhentian's surname and his full name is longtingwu.

Little steamed stuffed bun was puzzled by the name of long Xiangwu.

Generally speaking, when parents name their children, which is not a good word to use?

But the Dragon boss is different. He directly uses the word "sycophant".

Since ancient times, those who use the word "cunning" most are all treacherous and cunning villains. Or an unseen courtier

Thinking of the name, the little steamed stuffed bun doubted whether long Tongwu was long Zhentian's own son.

Long Zhentian asked. Little steamed stuffed bun was distracted by the name of long Xiangwu and didn't respond for a long time.

The group of elders standing below looked down on him, and now they reprimanded him: "this boy. He's so arrogant when he first came. Even brother long dares to ignore it. It's really bold!"

The elder accused the steamed stuffed bun. The volume is not low.

Listening to his voice, the little steamed stuffed bun naturally recovered: "what do you mean, elder? I'm just immersed in Uncle Long's powerful posture and can't extricate myself. Why do you say I'm arrogant?"

"Besides, you're using the wrong word."

"Even if you want to swear like me, you can't be arrogant. That word is used to describe an old dandy like you!"

The steamed stuffed bun finished and cleared his throat. Shen Zhong said, "like me, you should say that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers."

With that, he smiled flatteringly and looked at long Zhentian: "Uncle long. Am I right?"

"Yes."

Although long Zhentian didn't speak, the corners of his mouth have explained his attitude.

See long Zhentian like this. The steamed stuffed bun is more and more confident.

Looking at the expression of xiaogua Xiaoren's success, Yigan elder might be able to attack him with his old face if he didn't worry about long Zhentian being here.

Little steamed stuffed bun looked at them jumping angrily, and his mood was very beautiful.

Just about to say two more words to show his attitude, he saw Ah Bao coming in a hurry and hugging long Zhentian: "Dragon Lord. The lucky hour is coming."

Looking at his fist hugging action, little steamed stuffed bun was a novelty.

He thought boxing was just a TV show, but he didn't expect that there was such a rule?

See him distracted again. Long Zhentian took him and shouted, "don't look, come in."

Little steamed stuffed bun nodded and trotted up.

Just walked into the brightest room in the whole district. The little steamed stuffed bun heard the voice of long Xiangwu: "Su Yi."

To be on the safe side, xiaobaozi didn't explain his relationship with Gu Qingting, but just used his previous name.

Long Xiangwu had no doubt. Call him directly.

"Lord long, the incense and candle offerings are ready. Although the ceremony can begin."

A Bao said, long Zhen, the Heavenly Emperor, long Tongwu and xiaobaozi looked at each for two seconds, immediately waved and said, "now that you're ready, let's start."

With that, he took the lead to step back two steps.

Small steamed stuffed bun and long Xiangwu walked forward side by side, kneeling together on the futon cushion arranged in front of the table.

Even though it's a very serious time, the little steamed stuffed bun is looking at his big pig's head. Still can't help laughing.

He was curious. Could this pig really witness his brotherhood with long Xiangwu?

No, it's a tribute. Tribute has no human rights... Oh, no, tribute has no pig rights.

"Cough." little steamed stuffed bun thought of this, but he couldn't help laughing.

In order not to let the elders who were not optimistic about him die of anger, he quickly turned his attention away with a cough.

Listening to his cough, little prince long Tingwu immediately asked with concern, "Su Yi, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." the steamed stuffed bun waved his hand with a calm expression.

Seeing this, long Xiangwu was relieved.

Long Xiangwu was relieved, but long Zhentian felt his breath was not smooth.

The identity of little steamed stuffed bun and little prince is doomed inadvertently.

In front of the little steamed stuffed bun, the little prince was oppressed. In his kind of hospitality, the Wannian second child didn't run away.