Super Student's Three-realms Army

Although Yang Shuming is very angry, he still dares to be angry.

However, everything is just like what mu Bingyun said before.

Yang Yunsheng, the head of their own minority clan, is incomparable with Murong, the head of the three outstanding figures in the imperial capital. There is no comparison between them.

As for Xu Zhisheng, who has been paying attention to the situation here, he naturally mentions mu Bingyun when he mentions that Murong is unique. His beautiful eyes are shining and his heart is even more jealous.

"Hum..."

"What Murong and Yang Yunsheng you mentioned are not good enough for brother Zhang. They don't even deserve to carry shoes for me!"

In contrast, Xu Zhisheng several people talk about Murong unparalleled fear after the color of fear.

Aido is a little breast with a bud, and his face is full of capital words.

Since she was a child living in Baihua Valley, she had no chance to hear about Murong Wushuang, Zhang juechen and long Hengkong. But this still does not prevent Zhang Xiaofan from ranking first in her mind!

"Little girl, this meal can be eaten indiscriminately, but you can't talk!"

"You'd better not comment on things you don't understand, let alone speak freely!"

At this time, mu Bingyun, who has always spared words like gold, was also told by aido's unknown words in her eyes. Finally, she could not sit still, and could not help giving a warning.

You know, this Murong family's Murong is the most powerful man in her eyes.

However, aido does not like Murong at all, even this is still in front of him again and again, and again and again wantonly advocate what Zhang Xiaofan.

This makes mu Bingyun feel that aido is not only ignorant but also ridiculous.

"She's right. How can she say it freely?"

However, at this time, a cold but extremely magnetic man's voice came from far and near outside the stockade.

After hearing this voice, whether it was Shao Wenqiang or aido, there was a touch of ecstasy on their faces.

"Master Zhang --!"

"Zhang Xiaofan --!"

At this time, Shao Wenqiang is ready to go forward to meet him, but aido, who is beside him, trots in the direction of Zhang Xiaofan.

In front of so many people, aido didn't mean to be reserved. Without a word, he rushed into Zhang Xiaofan's arms.

Aido this move, but also let Zhang Xiaofan mouth smoked, face full of helpless color.

For a moment, he did not push away aido, nor did he hold aido. He did not know where to put his hands.

"Zhang Xiaofan, where did you go during this time?"

"Why don't you give me a word and just leave..."

When he said this, aido's watery almond eyes also filled with a thin layer of water mist at this time. Pathetic, he said.

See, Zhang Xiaofan's face can't help but show a helpless smile, he gently rubbed aido's small head, said.