Zhui Xu

Uncle, the scholar who slobbered at the table, saw him with a clear eyebrow and a smile on his face. He also slapped the table at the moment: “After all, I’m a hero of the rivers and lakes. I’ve only seen it once from a distance. Most of them are told …I have a friend, nicknamed He Shuo heavenly blade, who has had a history with him. It is said that Lin Zongwu, who wears the forest with a hundred legs, has the most skill on his legs…”

Unexpectedly, I could hear such Southwest jokes even after leaving the Huaxia Army so far, Ning Ji’s face suddenly became flat…

“But, anyway, Jiangning of this time, I heard that this World’s First, it is possible that it will probably be there…”

“But Lin Zongwu is a Big Fatty…”

“Hey, how can Lin Zongwu wear Linbei’s nickname to be a fatty! You young, you still have too little knowledge!”

“Yes, that’s right, there is only a wrong name, how can there be a wrong nickname…”

A bunch of scholars talked about all kinds of knowledge that came from the southwest. They despised Long Aotian. Long Aotian sighed. At the beginning of this trip, he was even more confused.

And on the 2nd day of arriving here, he saw an assassination…