Miss Eight Series Summoner

Uncle Xuanyuan asked very skillfully in these words. He asked if anyone had ever conflicted with Xuanyuan Wuji, but not if anyone had been here. In this way, of course people will answer no.

"Never." The crowd replied loudly.

"If this is the case, then we will go back to see the wife and return to life." Seeing that the crowd had said so, they were too suspicious and had to retire first.

"Stop!" Just when they were about to leave, Xuanyuan Wuji made a sound, his face cold, as if he was holding back a great anger.

"I don't know what the young master has to order?" The leader was baffled and asked back.

Xuanyuan Wuji rushed forward, slapped the leader's face with a fierce slap, leaving a five-finger clear palm print.

"Young Master..." Uncle Xuanyuan took a step forward, looking at Xuanyuan Wuji's eyes full of worry.

Feng Xi and Jin Jiaye were shocked when they saw Xuanyuan Wuji doing this. Although they didn't know Xuanyuan Wuji for a long time, it was not short, but they had never seen him make such a big fire.

Obviously, the guard who was beaten did not expect Xuanyuan Wuji to hit him suddenly. After a long period of sluggishness, he came back to his senses: "You, did you hit me?"

These guards are all under Hua Wuchu's hands, and they are used to being domineering among many guards on weekdays. In addition, their master, Hua Wuchu, had a wrong eye on Xuanyuan Wuji, so naturally they didn't regard Xuanyuan Wuji as a young master.

"This young master hit you!" Xuanyuan Wuji said solemnly, with a faint chill radiating all over his body, and he raised his hand with a wave, "Come here, drag this nonsense guy down to this young master, and punish him a hundred. "He paused and said, "If anyone dares to protect him, he will be punished."

As soon as the voice fell, the guard behind Xuanyuan Wuji directly buckled the leader's hand behind him, preparing to take him to the punishment.

"Have I ever spoken nonsense, if I want to punish me, I have to get the consent of my wife!" The leader still didn't give up resistance, twisting his body desperately, while shouting at Xuanyuan Wuji with a bad voice.

"Palm mouth." Xuanyuan Wuji lowered his head to look at his jade pendant, and said faintly.

"You...I must tell you this... Madam... Um..."

"Madam?" Xuanyuan Wuji removed his gaze from the jade pendant in his hand, sneered, slowly moved to the leader's side, and slapped him severely with a bit of spiritual power, "I don't know what you said. Who is the lady? Huh?"

The leader was almost fainted by the slap of Xuanyuan Wuji's slap, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, he coughed hard, and looked at Xuanyuan Wuji with resentful eyes: "You! You actually... madam... of course it is. ..."

"Pop!" Xuanyuan Wuji didn't wait for the leader to finish, and slapped the leader's face with another forceful slap. With such force, the leader rolled his eyes and fainted.

"Young Master." Uncle Xuanyuan saw that people had fainted, and he stepped forward to Xuanyuan Wuji's side, "We should set off for our home."

Xuanyuan Wuji was stunned for a moment, then retracted his hand and looked down at his palm, because the palm was faintly red when he hit someone just now, and there was a slight numbness. The mother felt it hurt more than this, right?

"Young Master?" Uncle Xuanyuan saw that Xuanyuan Wuji hadn't responded for a long time, so he called out again in confusion.