Chapter: 1244
The heart softened by Ziyan and Mengmeng, at this moment, once again bloomed with its exclusive fierceness!
Now he no longer wants to wait for Yuan Qingshu, and seems to want to find a way to let Yuan Qingshu bear fruit in advance!
"master."
After a moment of silence, Zhao Feng opened his mouth and said in a low voice:
"I'm sorry, I didn't arrange it properly this time. I will personally bring more people to follow my wife when she goes out."
At this time, he also felt that sometimes, the opponent is also a martial artist, so Leng Yue and the others are a little weak.
He knew that his task was not to run errands for the master, nor did he need to arrange those tasks all day long and revolve around the master all day.
Among the three, master, master's wife and Mengmeng, the one I have to protect is the one who leaves the master's sight.
With the master present, the safety issue can be said to be as stable as an old dog, but when the master is not there, he is needed.
"Yeah." Zhang Han nodded.
The car fell into calm again and drove forward smoothly.
Longsheng Clubhouse.
Instructor Liu began to let people clean up the battlefield.
When they returned to the hall, there was still howling.
Everyone had a broken leg and the pain was unbearable.
Seeing the messy scene, Instructor Liu felt quite a headache.
"Deal with those people first." Instructor Liu said with a wave.
Leading people to the inside, looking at He Yunfei who fell on the ground.
There was a pause in his heart.
Hufa He was a strong man after all, so he was instantly killed in front of the boss.
How strong is the boss? This is too fierce, right?
Instructor Liu's heart trembled again for Zhang Han's strength.
'Unfortunately you are on the wrong team! '
Instructor Liu looked at He Yunfei and sighed softly.
Inside, Gu Fang was lying on the sofa, Gu Chuanfeng...
Seeing his miserable state, Instructor Liu gritted his teeth and waved for someone to deal with.
"Who is in charge here?"
Suddenly a cold voice sounded from the door.
Everyone turned their heads and saw a middle-aged man in his fifties striding over. He frowned with a serious expression on his face.
"Cold protection?"