Reverend Insanity

If the ordinary person is forced to look at this middle-aged man, I am afraid that I am already guilty of three points.

However, after Fang Yuan looked at him, he lost interest and refocused his attention on the table and treated the middle-aged man around him as a transparent person.

"Who is that person? A family slave is not a teacher, but dare to ask Fangyuan Gongzi?" A hotel buddy saw the situation is not good, shrinking in the corner, asked inexplicably.

"Hey, he is a fox and a tiger. When you look at it, you are a monk in the desert, and you have a backing behind you. This dare to yell at the sorcerer. If you change to other mortals, who dares to have this courage." The cellar laughed.

"Although this is the case, but a mortal person alone would dare to yell at the sergeant. Hey, this experience must be very cool."

"Cut, you don't want to see how bad the teacher is. Fangyuan Gongzi is just a first step. He has just refining his life. It really doesn't beat this physique and the mortal." ""

"Oh, I hope they will fight and don't break the things in our inn."

Guys, you say a word, I don’t dare to move forward, just dare to look around.

"Hey? You still have the mind to continue to eat and drink." Seeing his own words, did not scare Fangyuan, the high-aged middle-aged man blinked in the eyes, "Do you think I was lying to you? Now someone has informed Miss went, I can't get there in a few moments. Boy, don't want to run. Of course you can't run, I just come to see you. I will have you."

Fang Yuan has never heard of it and continues to eat food.

The middle-aged slaves frowned, and he did not see the slightest fear or panic on Fang Yuan’s face. This made him feel a sense of being ignored and his dignity being offended.

He has been a slave to the family for more than a decade in the desert, and he is trusted by the masters. The contact time is long, and I know a little about the teacher.

As soon as the first division of the sergeant, the martial arts mostly rely on fists. In the battle, the deterrent effect of the locust is far greater than the actual effect.

In particular, he knows that a young sorcerer like Fang Yuan has just been practicing, and his strength is far less than his own righteous person. If you fight your fists and exercise for a long time, you can fully grasp the upper hand.

At the same time, Fang Yuan only refines the moonlight, and can issue a few months of blade.

Middle-aged men were used as sparrers long before. He has a personal experience, and his heart is clear: a moon blade that is driven by the first-order real element, if it is printed on the human body, can only cut the blood of the palm of the hand at most, and the lethality is very limited.

In addition, there is an indifferent support behind him. Therefore, in the face of Fang Yuan, he has no fear, and he wants to behave positively in order to seek the appreciation and value of the masters.

"Kid, you are very courageous..." The middle-aged man was less and more vocal, saying that he picked up his cuffs and showed his muscular arms. His two arms were very thick and covered with scars. A root ridge on the forearm swells, and the upper arm is thicker than the thigh of the square source.

The inn guys looked at the heart and pulled out the cold, and some diners had already got up and rushed to check out, away from this right and wrong.

"Find the source?" At this moment, a clear and proud female voice came from the door.

Mo Yan took a big step and stepped into the inn. Followed by a group of homes.

She is a good figure, a little tall, and her front is convex. However, a horse's face, which inherits the characteristics of the blood of the desert, makes her appearance beautiful and greatly reduced, and can only be considered moderate.

However, she wore a blue uniform with a red wide-brimmed waistband and square iron on the belt. The iron piece is engraved with a striking "two" character.

And she just finished her family mission, and there is still some color of frost in her body.

These things have created a sleek and aggressive atmosphere for her.

Therefore, as soon as she stepped into the inn, the prestige wrapped in her house made the whole hotel dining room fall into silence.

"The slaves high bowls meet Missy!" The middle-aged man saw the desert, and suddenly changed his face.

There was a charming smile on his face, bent down and bowed his back, and even walked a few small steps, then he slammed down to the ground and asked hello to the desert.

The buddy in the inn, watching the transformation of the middle-aged man, was a bit stunned.

The tall bowl is tall and stout, and the look of the knees is somewhat nondescript and somewhat ridiculous. But the inn guys can't laugh, and the performance of this middle-aged slave has highlighted the strength of the indifference.

Some folks can't help but squeeze a sweat for Fang Yuan. Fang Yuan is their big customer, what are three long and two short. In the future, I can't take care of the inn's business, but it's not good.

More people are secretly praying in their hearts: I hope that Fang Yuan will be the best. It’s even worse if you really want to go to war and break the things in the inn.

Mo Yan did not look at the high bowl in the ground. Her eyes were fixed on Fangyuan tightly, and several big steps went to the table. The tone was extremely strong: "You are Fangyuan? It seems that you are eating very sweet? Hehehe, don’t you know if the fist has been eaten? I want to taste the taste, maybe it’s more fragrant.”

Although this is said, but the face is not immediately.

Fang Yuan’s behavior is too calm, too weird. Could it be that there are hidden characters behind him?

"But it shouldn't be. Before I came, I have already investigated it. This source is standard. It doesn't hurt, I don't love it. My parents passed away early, and I was driven out of my family by my uncle. And his qualification is only C. Wait, what background can a weak boy have?" Mo Yan couldn't help but pick it up.

But in any case, it is abnormal. It’s weird, it’s a spy.

Fang Yuanhe smiled and looked at the face of the face: "Who told you that I am the source of the ancient moon?"

When I was indifferent, I immediately turned to look at the high bowl.

The high bowl just stood up, suddenly squatted down, his forehead was cold and sweaty, and he didn’t know how to answer: "The master, the slave, the slave..."

They have portraits of Fangyuan, but they all know that Fangyuan and Fang are twin brothers, and their appearance is very close.

"It is no wonder that this boy has no fear of fear. It turns out that he is a Founder, not a Fangyuan." For a time, the slaves around Mo Yan had such speculation.

"Founder is not comparable to Fangyuan. The latter is not only a district, but also a single person. There is no rely on the mountain. The former is a genius. In the opening ceremony, the patriarch is included in the system. As long as he grows up, the future is infinite!" Yan did not get a positive answer from the high bowl, and he was more hesitant.

At this time, I know the identity of Fangyuan, only a group of folks in the corner of the inn.

But on either side, they can't afford to offend. So they closed their mouths.

Fangyuan was full, and he slowly stood up and looked at the face with a faint look: "Don't you want to find Fangyuan? Come with me, I will take you to the dormitory to find him."

"If this person is a Founder, I don't want to offend him. If it is Fangyuan, I will follow him all the way, and I am not afraid of him posing." Time, the face of the mind is turned over, and the decision is made.

"Well, I am going to the school with you. Please!" Mo Yan made a sidewalk, stretched the palm of his hand, and his eyes flashed, indicating the source.

Fang Yuan smiled and walked forward.

Mogan followed closely, and a group of slaves behind him also went out.

"so close."

"It’s finally gone."

"Even if it is played, it is not a matter of our inn."

Leaving a group of inn guys, most of them patted their chests, and they were fortunate.

A group of people came to the door of the school.

"Come to stop!"

"Standing ~www.readwn.com~ Family school only allows the local sergeant to freely enter and exit." Two guards at the entrance, blocking the source, a group of people.

"Let's let me go! I don't even know each other? I dare to stop me." Mo Yan's eyes swept across the two, screaming.

"Don't dare." The guards quickly clenched their fists.

"Miss Muddy, the little ones have printed you in my heart. But the family rules are real, so, Missy, you can allow you to bring in a slave. This is our biggest concession." An old guard called replied with respect.

Moody snorted, although some reluctant, but in front of the family rules, she did not dare to openly violate.

The desert home is strong, but it is also a big wind. Don't forget to be outside the home, and the Chi family will fight against it. Beyond the Chi family, there are also patriarchs waiting to grasp the handle of the desert home.

"You all stay, the high bowl follows me." After thinking about it, Mo Yan went down and ordered.

The high bowl suddenly stood tall and looked like a happy face: "Thank you Miss Dae for appreciation!"

"Let's go, learn from the younger brother." The deserted face gave a deep smile to Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan's face is still dull, take the lead and leave.

He came to the door of the dormitory, opened the lock and pushed the door open.

He took a step into the room and stopped.

The door was opened and the room was unobstructed. The furnishings were simple and plain, and there were no other people at all.

Mo Yan stood at the door and looked inside. His face was dark: "School brother, you better explain it, no one in the room!"

Fang Yuan smiled slightly: "I am not a human?"

Mo Yan stared at Fang Yuan, his eyes flashed, and he seemed to have realized: "I am looking for ancient, monthly, square, and source!"

Fang Yuan smirked: "I never said, I am not the source of ancient moon."