Upon hearing Zhong Xun’s name, Avery keenly noticed that the fat old man trembled twice, and even the pair of chins shook tremblingly. She showed a clear expression: “Have you been taught by Zhong Xun?”
Meng Daxian retorted with a guilty conscience: “How is it possible! Is this great immortal the kind of person who will be taught by the Maotou boy?! Then the boy knelt down and called me grandpa when he saw me, so scared!
“grandfather?”
The pork skewers in Meng Daxian’s hand fell off the plate with a snap. He just ate two catties of spicy crayfish. The plate was full of oil and the clothes were immediately dirty, but he was not in the mood to care about it at the moment, but… slowly The ground, stiffly, like the slow motion of a movie, twisted his head over–
Zhong Xun’s masculine and fierce face appeared in front of him, because he was injured during the mission, and there was a scar on Zhong Xun’s left forehead to the corner of his left eye. It didn’t look like a policeman, but like the boss. Meng Daxian’s legs were soft in an instant: “Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong Zhong…”
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