Rebirth: Degenerate Slave Abuses Tyrant

After Long Ling left in Changling, he saw that there was only a little alcoholic dish, and he said: "All thrown away."

After the next person removed the banquet and cleaned up the hall, a middle-aged man walked into the hall.

"Imperial," Long Xuan did not let this middle-aged man salute, nor looked up at the middle-aged man.

"His Royal Highness," the middle-aged man dressed as a Jianghu people, although Long Xuan said the impoliteness, this person fell to the ground on one knee and shouted Long Xuan.

"Ningzhuang master is good?" Long Xuan asked.

"My family is still good," the messenger from the famous Jianshan Villa returned to Long Xuan.

"Tell him to wait until I come back and say," Long Xuandao: "There is no need to worry about Kirin Villa."

After the messenger heard the words of Long Xuan, it seemed that a stone fell into the ground, and he said to Long Xuan: "The villain will go back and tell my family."

"Go," Long Xuan threw a few silver dollars in front of the messenger. He said to the messenger: "Here is the cloud, you are careful."

The messenger took the reward of Long Xuan and gave Long Xuan a head and walked out very quickly.

After Xuan Xuan left the messenger, he seemed to be tired. His hand held his forehead and leaned on the coffee table next to him.

"His Royal Highness," came from the top to give Long Xuan the luck of the Xingwu Emperor's family letter, and came to Long Xuan Duan for hot tea and a few dishes of snacks.

"The man is gone?" Long Xuan asked.

"Go," Fu Yun poured tea for Long Xuan, "The slaves looked at the house that the man had."

Long Xuan took a sip of hot tea and suddenly sighed.

"If your Highness is tired, take a break," Fu Yun said. Long Xuan’s sigh of this sigh is like a breather who hasn’t come up for a long time. It’s hard to make every effort and breathe out a breath. It makes people feel that this tone is difficult.

"Send another person to the famous Jianshan Villa to report," Long Xuan took the teacup in his hand and used it as a handkerchief.

"Is the messenger of Mingjian Villa not just leaving?" Fu Yun asked.

"That person can't live," Long Xuandao said: "Send someone to talk to Luo Tingchao, the famous Jianshan Villa can't keep it, let him prepare early."

"When the famous sword mountain village will have an accident?" Fu Yun can not believe this sentence of Long Xuan, and Qilin Villa is fighting with the famous Jianshan Villa. This sword mountain village can still be fine, this time it really can't keep it?

"This time it was the official appearance," Long Xuan said, shaking his head. "It is no longer a small fight between the people of the rivers and lakes."

"The slaves are going to do this," Fu Yun said.

"As soon as possible, I can't wait for Ning Xiaoying to run," Long Xuan got up and walked outside the hall.

Outside the house, the wind is rolling with yellow sand, which makes people almost unable to open their eyes.

Long Xuan handed the teacup in his hand to the good fortune behind him. "Rovi is here, and you guys should be careful when walking in and out, don't get him."

Fu Yun carefully took over the cup of tea that Long Xuan only took a cup of tea and said, "His Royal Highness, is this three sons who want to keep up with you?"

"In order to defend, he can't wait for me to die immediately." Long Xuan blocked his eyes and said to Fu Yun: "I am going to rest. If you have something, please report it to me at any time."

"Yes," Fu Yun said.

Long Xuan went to the backyard.

Fu Yun hesitated a bit, still chasing Long Xuandao: "His Royal Highness, the slaves also brought a troupe to the government today, is your Royal Highness going to see?"

"You let me watch the show?" Long Xuan looked back at Fuyun.

Fu Yun shrinks his neck, bravely courageous, and loses his smile on Long Xuandao: "The children in the class are good, the play is good, the slave is thinking, the power of the temple is hard, the slave is to let His Royal," When the business was not finished, I saw Long Xuan go forward. "His Royal Highness," Fu Yun chased two more steps.

"Shut up," Long Xuan said.

"The slaves are going to arrange people to send letters," Fu Yun did not dare to say.

"Let the gang play," Long Xuan added.

"Yes," Fu Yun's head was almost lowered to his chest. "The slaves let them roll."

Long Xuan went to the backyard. Before he went out for a few steps, he saw a few people beside the road. He was still a teenager.

"Come on," Fu Yun took a few steps and caught up. He rushed to these people: "Come with your class owner to the back door, I will pay you for a while, don't get in the eyes of my master."

Several teenagers hurriedly stood up from the ground, one of them was courageous, and looked up and looked at Long Xuan curiously.

"Go!" Fuyun rushed to catch these teenagers.

Long Xuan swept over, just in time with this boy looking up at his eyes. When the young man saw that Long Xuan was cold and had no gaze of temperature, he was shocked. He swung his head down quickly and wanted to go with his companion.

"Stand up," Long Xuan said at this moment.

"Stop," Fu Yun called these young people again: "Don't go."

Long Xuan walked up to look at his young man and reached out and provoked the young man's chin.

"Yeah," the teenager tried to show a well-trained smile to Long Xuan.

Long Xuan looked at this young man. This boy was a bit similar to Luo Wei at the first glance. His age is similar. "This is why you let them come over?" Long Xuan asked the Fu Yun Road next to him.

Fu Yun swayed and peeked at the look of Long Xuan. I wanted to see if I was pleased with this. Can I make Long Xuan happy?

"It looks like a little," Long Xuan looked at the boy's eyebrows.

The teenager's smile was stiff on his face, and no one could laugh under the cool eyes of Long Xuan.

"Your Highness, you like it," Fu Yun pleaded with Long Xuan Dao.

"The play?" Long Xuan's hand touched the boy's lips again, and it was stained with a blush. The boy actually got makeup.

"Yes, yes," the boy did not know what Xuan Xuan was thinking about himself. Although he was afraid of death, he continued to laugh.

"His Royal Highness," Fu Yun whispered to Long Xuandao: "Do you want him to wait?"

Long Xuan took back his hand and turned back to give a good slap in the face of Fu Yun.

Fu Yun was beaten by Long Xuan, and the whole person flew out. He did not dare to count his own few teeth. He did not dare to wipe the blood from his mouth. He climbed up and squatted on the ground.

A few teenagers have long been scared and they are all on the ground.

"Do you dare to compare him to a play?" Long Xuan’s voice took his anger when he was angry, and his hand stared at Fu Yundao: "What do you count?!"

"The slaves are damned, the slaves are damned!" Fortunately, the fortune smashed his forehead a few times. "The slave is a ghost, and asks for the commandment of the priests! The power of the lord! The slaves never dare."

Long Xuan suddenly turned back and looked at the boy who was a little like Luo Wei. He scared the boy back and forth. Although he couldn’t understand what was going on, the boy still screamed to Long Xuan’s head: "This grandfather is forgiving, the villain is just a play, the little man knows nothing, ask the Lord to be angry, and the little man's commandment!"

Long Xuan went to the front of the juvenile. The young man’s body had already reached the colonnade. There was no way to retreat. He had to plead with Long Xuan. Long Xuan looked at the boy, and his mind didn't know how many turns he had to say a word to "roll."

Several young people climbed up and down the ground with their hands and feet and ran away quickly.

"If you are not still useful to me," Long Xuan looked at Fuyun again. "I must have your dog life!"

Long Xuan walked for a long time, and Fu Yun softened his body and fell to the ground.