Black Belly Summoner: Strong on the Evil Emperor

"Wenqing, I think you should understand better than anyone else that what happened that day is not over."

Wen Qing was taken aback, he knew what Nalan Zhenyue said.

The man in black who cut off his sister's arm, he wanted to take revenge day and night, but if the man in black knew about it, then he hadn't grown up yet, and he might be killed.

No matter who you are, you don't want an enemy who will grow up.Wen Qing will grow up, and of course the man in black will not allow him to grow up.

Wen Qing nodded slightly, listening to Nalan Zhenyue's words.

Here comes the fat man.

The fat man didn't know about Nalan Zhenyue's coma. He was very busy these few days, and finally had time today, so he hurried over to see her.

As soon as he saw Wen Qing, the fat man frowned, "Why haven't you left yet? I think your injury is much better?"

Wen Qing knew that Fatty helped him when he was injured that day, but Wen Qing's attitude just couldn't get better, so he could only say calmly: "I will stay in Nalan Mansion for a while."

"Why are you waiting? Why?"

"This has nothing to do with the third prince."

"It's none of my business if you say it out, ouch, you're terrible, how dare you talk to my uncle like that, you want to get beaten up, don't you?" The fat man immediately stood on his hips.

Nalan Zhenyue gave Fatty a hard look, "What are you doing? Do you want to fight? I don't mind if you can come to me first, I will make you more comfortable!"

When the fat man heard this, he immediately grinned, "Little Zhenyue, I was just kidding with him! Look at his small body, he doesn't even want me to touch him, he can kill him with a little finger, hehe, so I said... ..."

"A little finger?" Nalan Zhenyue raised her eyebrows.

Huohuo laughed loudly, "Fatty, you don't know yet, Wenqing is not only a summoner but also a warrior, you can only show your power now, when Wenqing wants to kill you, don't want little finger, fingernail It can kill you instantly!"

Huo Huo laughed very happily.

When the fat man heard it, his expression changed immediately: "What he said is true?" The fat man asked Nalan Zhenyue, but Nalan Zhenyue didn't dump him.

The fat man went to see Wenqing again.

Wen Qing replied indifferently: "No talent, I became a summoner three days ago, and I became a warrior yesterday."

Fatty's expression changed suddenly, and the servants at the door all suppressed their laughter.

They knew that His Highness the Third Prince had been hit!

"Yes, so what!!! My uncle—" the fat man was at a loss for words.

A smile flashed across Nalan Zhenyue's mouth and said: "I also want to tell Fatty you some news. I'm really sorry. I don't know why, but I seem to have become a warrior too."

It wasn't just the fat man who was stunned, Wen Qing was also stunned. The servants at the door stared at Nalan Zhenyue and took a few careful glances.

Damn, is he really a warrior?

"Hahahahaha, Fatty, you are the weakest!" Huo Huo liked to see such an expression on Fatty's face.

The fat man made a bitter face, "I don't take you to do this, you guys, why don't I go back to practice!"

The fat man was shocked, he hurried back to the palace without saying a few words to Nalan Zhenyue.

In the back, the fat man remembered again that he was going to give Nalan Zhenyue some medicine, but he forgot. I don't want to, this time I went out of the palace, and I didn't come back after dark.