When he heard Han Sanqian’s question, looking at Han Sanqian’s eyes, the fat man’s face turned extremely distorted.

Of course, he protected his shortcomings. Because he had no apprentices, he always favored Chen Shimin. No matter what he did, he, the uncle, would support him.

This is not once or twice...

But I didn't expect it. I often walked by the river and finally got my shoes wet.

Seeing the ghost, he actually got Han Sanqian offended.

Although Tianji Palace did not participate in the battle of the Dragon Strict Land this time, but passed by the nearby area for something, they have heard a lot of legends about Han Sanqian along the way.

Although it is so amazing that it is hard to believe, all legends have at least one similar fact.

Han Sanqian trapped Longshan and fought against the two gods without falling behind!

Facing such an enemy, how can the fat man not be afraid?!

"Ah, I...I didn't do it...I didn't do it, I just thought this bun was pretty delicious, let's take a look..." The fat man immediately changed his face from being furious just now to being shy and cute now.

At the same time, he also looked at Han Sanqian seriously with his innocent little eyes.

Mo Yang and the other two couldn't help laughing, and Dao Shier even laughed so much that the buns fell out of their mouths.

Who can fat guy hide these two tricks?

"Look at the bun, I'm going to make a stick?" Mo Yang chuckled.

"Does your feet hurt?" Han Sanqian also said coldly. The hammer weighed less than a hundred pounds, which was extremely huge. When it fell to the ground, it hit the fat man's feet before it rolled to the side.

"Look... Of course, you don't need a stick. This... this is my weapon, I carry it with you. But I didn't know that this bun is so fragrant that I couldn't help but be stunned. Is this stunned so I took off my hands? Is this explanation very reasonable?" After saying that, the fat man looked at Chen Shimin and others behind him with guilt.

Chen Shimin and his group of people nodded immediately and responded wildly.

"It's really okay to carry a weapon, but if you raise it above your head, it looks like you are going to hit someone." Dao Shier couldn't help but jokingly.

"Damn, how could it be a hit?" The fat man hurriedly denied that his speed was so fast that he made people fool him: "This... I'm not a big body and fat body, and it's easy to get fever, especially this creaking nest. Oh my god, that's so hot, so I can't help it. I can only raise my hands up and ventilate, yes, ventilate..."

The fat man's serious explanation, his anxious expression and shameless attitude, were really funny.

“Yes, ventilation!”

“Yes, yes!”

After feeling the "summoning" of uncle, the group of disciples behind him also kept timidly.

After saying that, I was afraid that I felt that the explanation was very far-fetched, and Han Sanqian and others might not believe it, so I squatted down in panic, picked up the iron rod, then raised it over my head, and performed the so-called ventilation.

"Hahahaha!" Mo Yang was immediately amused by this guy and turned to the side and said to the sword Shier beside him: "There is indeed all kinds of wonders in the world. It turns out that there are really people carrying weapons like this."

"Yes!" Dao Shier nodded.

Seeing that they both said this, the fat man forced a smile, looked at Han Sanqian, and said awkwardly: "Yes, that's it."

"Sanqian, it seems that this is really possible. You are too worried." Mo Yang smiled, and at the same time, he winked at Dao Shier and kicked him under his feet.

Dao Shier was stunned. Although the response was not as fast as Mo Yang, his years of tacit understanding of brothers still made him quickly understand what Mo Yang meant. He frowned and nodded, saying, "Maybe he was thinking too much, but you can't blame Sanqian for being too worried. After all, you see, this fat man dressed like that Chen Shimin. A discerning person will know that they are in the same group at a glance. It is very reasonable for this elder to come over to help his juniors vent his anger."

"Yes, yes." The fat man was just gasping for breath, but when Dao Shier suddenly asked, he subconsciously pretended to be nodding his head. But after he finished speaking, he quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, no, yes, I am from the same sect as Chen Shimin, and I am also his uncle, but..."

"But I didn't know what happened before. After I understood clearly, I came over... I came over... Come over!" At this point, the fat man was obviously stuck and almost blurted out. I came over to deal with you, but when my mind changed, I knew that I couldn't say that, so I rushed around and looked at Han Sanqian, and then at his nephew Chen Shimin.

Not only did he want his junior brother to help him think of a solution, but he was afraid that he would not be able to explain for a long time, Han Sanqian was impatient and took action.

The more I think about it, the more irritated the fat man feels. What can he do?
Chapter completed!