Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

"The monk's cultivation is pretty good, I don't know what stage it is." Fatty said suddenly.

"On top of me and Xiaoxin." Xiaoxi said.

The fat man stared, "Is it that tall?"

Nalan Zhenyue smiled, "This monk's heart is not bad, but he is a little bit lewd."

Xiaoxi and Xiaoxin nodded in unison.

The monk did it on purpose.

This was done on purpose, so that those people would be afraid, and the drunk old man also noticed it later, so he spared no effort to display his five layers of speed word profound meaning.

Nalan Zhenyue shrugged her shoulders, "How about eating roast chicken?"

"Monks can't eat it?"

"You dare to touch a woman's butt, but you dare not eat it?" The fat man didn't believe it.

"That's not necessarily the case, a monk is still a monk." Xiaoxi also shook his head and shook his head.

"Okay, let's eat roast chicken!" Xiaoxin almost jumped up.

Dog's footsteps stopped, looking at the few people in front of him, led by Nalan Zhenyue, for some reason, a warm current suddenly surged in his heart.

This is the companion!

In his 20 years of life, he has never met such a person around him.

"Doge, what are you still doing in a daze! Come here!"

"Yes! Doge, there will be nothing to eat if it's late!"

"Xiaoxin is a big eater, so I want to eat Doge's portion too!"

"Are you a foodie!?" Nalan Zhenyue laughed.

Doge immediately followed after hearing such a voice, with a particularly bright smile on his face.

"Uncle, we're here!" Xiaoxin waved and shouted before he reached the roast chicken shop.

Xiaoxi rolled her eyes, "Are you embarrassed to call him uncle?"

Xiaoxin was taken aback for a moment, and then he touched his head in embarrassment, "I think of myself as a child."

"I forgot my purse."

"I'm so sorry, I forgot to bring my purse, why don't I give it to you later?"

When Nalan Zhenyue stepped forward, she saw a white-bearded old man, about 80 or [-] years old, dressed in a white robe, touching her body with both hands, his eyes looked a little short-sighted, squinting slightly stand up.

The uncle who sold the roast chicken was about forty years old, he looked at the old man with strange eyes, "You didn't mean it on purpose, did you?"

The old man shook his head, "Young man, why did I do it on purpose? Why don't you wait until I come to you again?"

"How do I know if you'll come back?"

"What's wrong?" Xiaoxin asked on tiptoe.

Uncle Roasted Chicken turned his head and saw Nalan Zhenyue and the others, "You guys are here, this old man ate three of my roasted chickens, and he will say that he has no money and he will pay later. I am wondering if he is a liar!"

"The old man is not a liar, young man—" the old man suddenly raised his voice, his voice was still a little loud, which shocked Nalan Zhenyue and the others, who did not expect him to raise his voice suddenly.

Uncle Roasted Chicken was also taken aback, and reacted by frowning, "Old man, who would believe what you said? How about this, you put something here with me, and when you get the crystal coins How about I return the things to you when I come here? Don’t worry, I only want the money for my roast chicken!"

Nalan Zhenyue went to see the old man, the old man suddenly laughed again, narrowed his eyes and approached Uncle Roasted Chicken, "You said that earlier, the old man is not a liar, look what I have on me ..."