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Chapter 917 Can't Believe It (7 Chapters)
"Angkor... The seventh young master is usually spoiled by the masters and wives, and this time he was injured, so his tone will inevitably be agitated."

Fang Xiaoba was frightened, afraid that his beloved Angkor would really kill Song Xiangkang in a fit of anger, so he quickly stood up and said good things.

Others don't know if they will let Song Xiangkang go because of the majesty of the Fortune Gate, but Fang Xiaoba knows that Wu Di will never be afraid, and he can do anything if he gets angry.

Look at the tomb of the Great Emperor, how many self-righteous people thought that Wu Di would not dare to offend, but in the end they all ended up dead.

"Ha ha."

Wu Di smiled faintly, stretched out his hand and patted Fang Xiaoba's shoulder hard, signaling him to rest assured.

"Fang Xiaoba, what the hell are you explaining to him?"

Song Xiangkang was furious, "You are a dog who eats inside and outside, after all, you grew up on our family of fortune, and you ran to help an outsider so heartlessly!"

Fang Xiaoba: "..."

Wu Di: "..."

They felt that it was really not easy for Song Xiangkang to live to this day. It was like a dog biting Lu Dongbin and not knowing a good heart!
"My surname is Wu, if you don't give me an explanation today, you don't want to see the sun tomorrow!"

Song Xiang Kang yelled at Wu Di with red eyes, "Now, you dog, kneel down to me quickly, apologize by licking my leather boots, and then let me beat your dog's leg hard!"

"Hehe." Wu Di smiled lightly at first, and then raised the corners of his mouth to sneer: "Seventh Young Master, you're going too far. It's obvious that you made a mistake first, and you scolded me angrily in vulgar language. I didn't bother with you, you are a bit too domineering, right?"

"Overbearing Nima skin!"

Song Xiangkang stared at Wu Di with his eyes like blood beads, and his face like a bloody pig's head looked extraordinarily ferocious and roared, "I just bullied you, what are you doing? Why don't you leave the Gate of Good Fortune if you have the ability? Why don't you be a dog in our family?"

"Hehe." Wu Di just rubbed his nose lightly and didn't speak, letting Song Xiangkang pretend to be x.

He rarely stays here at Good Fortune Gate?
He must stay here at the Good Fortune Gate?
Song Xiangkang was ridiculously childish.

If he said such words angrily without using today's conflict, he would definitely be slapped by the door master or even the elders to wake him up a few times if he passed it back to the Good Fortune Gate?
Wu Di is such an excellent person, and the various forces are scrambling to grab the top spot. If it weren't for Hu Lijing's face, he would not be so reluctant to come to Good Fortune Gate!

Now many ancient martial arts factions know that Wu Di is the living map of the emperor's tomb, and they can't wait to recruit him to maximize the benefits as much as possible and stand out from many competitors.

No one knows who cares!

……

"Smile, laugh at your mother for criticizing!"

Seeing that Wu Di was still smiling casually, Song Xiangkang couldn't help roaring angrily again, "Kneel down quickly and lick my shoes for me, and then let me slap your face swollen. As long as my young master is happy with fanning, maybe you will be happy." Will break your legs and spare your life!"

"Hehe." Wu Di still smiled faintly, his eyes gradually turned cold.

But Jiang Churou couldn't stand Wu Di being humiliated so repeatedly by an idiot.

In addition, she has always been hot-tempered, so she forgot the previous agreement not to speak casually, and instinctively snarled at Song Xiangkang, "Made, who do you think you are, retarded?"

"you--"

Seeing that Jiang Churou insulted him like this, Song Xiangkang was so angry that his lungs almost exploded.

His eyes shot out raging flames, and he stared at Jiang Churou angrily, wishing he could kill her.

"You bastard!"

Song Xiangkang remembered that all of this was caused by Jiang Churou, and he couldn't help becoming even more angry, "This dog surnamed Wu is having a hard time, do you think it's going to be easy for you? When I finish cleaning him up, I'll take care of you properly!"

"Ha ha."

Jiang Churou smiled coldly, "Dogs are really getting more and more arrogant these days!!"

"Bastard——" Song Xiangkang was furious, and yelled at the subordinates around him sharply: "What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and arrest this bitch!"

None of his subordinates dared to move, because Jiang Churou was Wu Di's friend, or a woman or something.

Minus the friendship between them, Wu Die is still a very powerful existence. When he really goes crazy, he can even wipe out the quasi-acquired warriors, which is not something they can deal with.

"Qi Shao, I think you should really calm down!"

Wu Di rubbed his nose and smiled lightly, "I've never had a very good temper. I treated you so well today because of Seventh Young Master Song Xiangyang's face..."

"Hehe, it seems like you dare to hit me without my big brother?" Wu Di interrupted Song Xiangkang coldly before he finished speaking.

He stared at Wu Di with great resentment, and continued to growl: "A dog is always a dog, do you understand? You are a dog raised by my elder brother, that is, a dog raised by our Good Fortune Gate. You will not like it every minute." It can be used for slaughter!"

"Snapped--"

Wu Di left the spot like an electric shot, and slapped Song Xiangkang in the blink of an eye, almost distorting his face.

Fang Xiaoba has been paying attention to Wu Di's movements, for fear that he will really kill Song Xiangkang in a rage.

When he saw Wu Di taking action to stop him, Wu Di had already taught Song Xiangkang a lesson.

"what--"

A large amount of blood oozed from the corner of Song Xiangkang's mouth, and his red and swollen face was a little cracked.

But Good Fortune Gate and the others stared wide-eyed in unison, each with an expression of disbelief.

They expected that Wu Di might fight, but they never thought that he would really hit someone!

"You..." Song Xiangkang came back to his senses, and stared at Wu Di with disbelief, eyes filled with deep surprise.

"Snapped--"

With a calm face, Wu Di swung his arms and slapped Song Xiangkang so hard that his head twisted like it was about to break.

"Snapped--"

Wu Di slapped Song Xiangkang in the opposite direction again, directly hitting Song Xiangkang's head back.

After slapping his face three times, he asked coldly, "Do you know why I slapped you? Because your mouth is too slapped, it may pollute your entire cheek, then I will even slap your entire cheek." Clean it up for you!"

Song Xiangkang groaned in pain for a while, then slowly raised his head and looked at Wu Di with complicated eyes.

"You... how dare you hit me!" Song Xiangkang's eyes were red, but his tone was not as angry as before.

He stared at Wu Di in surprise for a long time, and then said in a trembling tone after a long while, "You...you...you won't end well!"

(End of this chapter)