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Yang Chen then smiled and said, "Are they bullying me? Well, then you go and beat them up to vent my anger."
Britney put down the meat skewers and chased after the three young men. Yang Chen was startled and grabbed Britney's wrist:
"No, I was just joking, a piece of meat, not worth it."
Britney shook her white fist and said, "You Easterners are too reserved. If they were in the West, I wouldn't hide and stick them directly."
Yang Chen shook his head and smiled. Just as he was about to speak, the cell phone in his pocket rang. Yang Chen took out the phone and looked at it, a smile appeared on his face.
"Jiayi!"
"Are you in Shanghai?"
"You know that?"
"I called grandma, and grandma said you didn't go back. As soon as I thought about you, you were in Shanghai. Don't you want to participate in the battle of the little kings?"
Yang Chen was silent, and Liang Jiayi over there immediately said: "I understand, wait for me, I will fly to Shanghai immediately."
Liang Jiayi over there had hung up the phone. Britney saw that Yang Chen looked wrong and asked:
"What's wrong?"
"My fianc¨¦e is coming. Let's go back."
February 7th.
Yang Chen¡¯s villa.
Liang Jiayi sat opposite Yang Chen and looked at Yang Chen in surprise: "Are you a great martial artist at the peak?"
"Um!"
Liang Jiayi was stunned for a while, then woke up from the shock: "So, you are going to fight for the little king?"
"We must fight, otherwise the momentum gained by grandpa's fight will fall."
Liang Jiayi was silent. Based on her understanding of Yang Chen, Yang Chen, a peak martial artist, could fight against the grandmaster. But it is only a battle with the master in the early stage. Once among those few people there is a master in the middle or late stage
"Jiayi, will you support me?"
"You might be beaten to death." Liang Jiayi said worriedly.
"No, I'm very strong!" Yang Chen said firmly.
"you sure?"
"I am sure!"
Liang Jiayi felt helpless in her heart. If Yang Chen was not a peak martial artist, she would definitely stop Yang Chen resolutely. But Yang Chen was already at the peak of his martial arts master, and she knew that she couldn't stop him even if he tried to stop him. After a moment of silence he said:
¡°Okay, I¡¯ll cheer you on when the time comes!¡±
Yang Chen smiled and grabbed Liang Jiayi's hand: "This is my good wife."
Liang Jiayi rolled her eyes: "Who is your wife! You haven't married me yet, where is the bride price? Have you given me a bride price?"
"There is a bride price, there must be this, it must be there!" Yang Chen said with a smile: "But don't worry, after the battle for the little king is over, you and I will go to grandpa's house together."
Liang Jiayi misunderstood what Yang Chen meant, her face turned red and she said, "I won't go!"
"Business, a big deal!" Yang Chen said seriously.
"Yang, you want to participate in the battle of the little kings?" Britney on the side shouted in hindsight.
"Yes!" Yang Chen didn't even look at her, but looked at Liang Jiayi lovingly.
"Then we have to plan it carefully. How do you say it? What is the word Xiao Wu said?
I remembered!
Install the pen!
right!
It¡¯s just a pen installation!
We need to pack a pen properly! "
February 9th.
Both sides of the Shanghai Bund were filled with people watching the battle. There were also a large number of people in the buildings on both sides of the strait, and even the rooftops of the buildings were full of people.
They are waiting!
Waiting for nine o'clock!
Everyone¡¯s eyes are focused on the cruise ship floating in the Yangtze River. At this time, there is a long table on the deck of the cruise ship. The long table is covered with a snow-white tablecloth and has delicacies on it. Four of the eight people sit on the left and four on the right. No one sat in the front seat.
These eight people are exactly:
¡°Leon is the eldest disciple of King Judon Morai, the European knight.
The eldest disciple of the Northen Pope King, Saiya, turned his spiritual power into liquid.
King Luger Reston¡¯s eldest disciple, Wolf.
Bixi Weber¡¯s eldest disciple, Winnie, is the grand master.
Taitai, the chief disciple of Pharaoh Horus.
The eldest disciple of the genetically mutated King Lusos, Desai, the master.
Bai Jiuzhong, the eldest disciple of Qingcheng Bai Lao, turned his spiritual power into liquid.
&The eight kings of ? are these eight people. No one else could compete with them. "
"Tsk" A Western warrior sneered: "It may not be eight, maybe only six."
"Six?"
"Is it strange? After a while, Bai Jiuzhong and Zou Liuyun were defeated, and there were only six left?"
"Ha!" Some Chinese people sneered: "Let me tell you, there may not be only eight kings in the future. Haven't the eight kings now become nine kings?"
"It's a pity that Mr. Yang has no successor!" Some Westerners sneered.
"No one has a successor? Yang Chen needs to find out!"
"Huaxia Yang, I understand. But where is he?"
The Chinese man's face couldn't help but turn red: "He is still young now. When he grows up, he will definitely be Mr. Yang again!"
"Grow up? Haha"
¡°Look!¡± someone suddenly exclaimed.
People on both sides of the Yangtze River raised their heads and looked into the air, and saw that the formation in the air had changed. Bai Jiuzhong and Zou Liuyun were surrounded in the middle, back to back. The remaining six people surrounded the two of them.
"boom!"
A large conference room with a large screen hanging on the wall. At this time, the battle for the little king in Shanghai is being broadcast live. Seeing six Westerners surrounding Bai Jiuzhong and Zou Liuyun, Zong Lie couldn't help but put down the tea cup in his hand:
"They are preparing to join forces to eliminate us Chinese people first!"
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