Godly Empress Doctor

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The footsteps kept going, going straight to the master's workshop.

Everyone looked at each other and there was a suspicion in their faces.

Who, dare to go directly to their master's studio? Don't you be afraid of being punished by Master?

However, they quickly ignored this incident and continued to talk about flying fighters.

Feng Wu asked: "Where is your research on flying fighters now?"

Mo Ziming touched his chin, although he liked the little fairy, but... he would not say such a secret matter.

Feng Dance didn't have a good air: "Mo Ziming, just on the board you brought to Master Wang, is the highest level you are studying now?"

Mo Ziming was almost stunned. He suddenly had a kind of success that he was proud of and desperately secret. It seemed like... not worth mentioning.

So, is it his illusion?

"Do you understand?" Mo Ziming suspected watching the phoenix dance.

The phoenix dance has not spoken yet. At this time, the sound of a teacup falling to the ground was heard next door!

"When Wang Zhiheng is dead, I will never ask him!"

"What did he do on his own in the past, he didn't have a pen in his heart?"

Feng Feng, they were all shocked by this sudden sound, and they rushed to the next door.

Haven't waited for them to go out, the voice came again.

I don't know what the other party said. Master Wang is angry and angry. He said: "The gambling contract made three years ago, I remember clearly, Wang Wangheng, you still need to remind you? Go back and tell him that I am dead, even if Wang Zhiheng is dead. Never kneel down to ask him for mercy! Roll!"

A roar, accompanied by the sound of the heavy objects.

The phoenix dance is about to go to the master's workshop, but at the door is Mo Ziming.

Mo Ziming's original relaxed face, at this moment, has been seriously dignified, with awkwardness, pain, anger on his face... all kinds of emotions intertwined.

Feng Dance looked back and found that the young people in Room 4 and Room 5 also came out, and their faces were filled with indignation.

Everyone seems to be angry?

It was at this time that the footsteps that had passed through them had come out.

The other party is not a person, but a team of five people.

The person who was heading was originally not bad, but the smugness on his face ruined his face and looked unpleasant.

The four people behind him, all of them are proud of their colors, carrying their chins, arrogant.

When I passed the door, I saw a bunch of people standing at the door, and the head of the man snorted and laughed.

"Who is my way, is it the apprentice of Master Wang?" This empty-eyed person disdained Mo Ziming. "Being the most powerful disciple of Master Wang, Mo Ziming, how many levels of inscription you have now? Already?"

Mo Ziming’s hand was clenched into a fist, his eyes were red and red, and he was extremely angry!

When the other party saw Mo Ziming not answering, he said it: "I heard that you are still inscription seven?"

Speaking of this, this person also came forward, the whole Mo Moming's clothes, smiled and said: "Brother, your brother, I have eight grades, you are seven, you said, how they used to say that you are a genius What? It’s obviously a fool, and it’s still a fool, hahaha—”

The other party said that he was leaving.

Mo Ziming's forehead cyan vascular rabbit rabbit riots!

Mo Ziming raised his hand, but the other party has already used force to hold Mo Ziming's hand.

"Brother, your inscription is far less than me, strength, but it is not as good as mine, hahaha-"