Chapter 6891

"Xiaofan, why don't you let me tell my grandfather directly about your identity as Wutian devil. Zhang Wutian?"

"I can't stand him behaving so much and behaving so excessively."

After Zhao Ying'er and Zhang Xiaofan leave together, they come to a place where the fart essence is. She stops and grabs Zhang Xiaofan's arm. She says directly.

Previously, when she saw her grandfather doing things more and more excessively and saying things worse and worse.

As early as that time, Zhao Yinger was ready to tell Zhang Xiaofan that he was a devil without heaven. Zhang Wutian's identity and status were directly revealed. In this way, Zhao Guofan's ugly face was severely hit.

However, just as Zhao Yinger is about to say all this, Zhang Xiaofan suddenly stops himself at this moment, which makes Zhao Yinger very confused.

"Yingbao, do you think you suddenly tell another person you haven't seen for a long time that your boyfriend is Wutian devil Zun. Zhang Wutian, how many people will believe you?"

After Zhang Xiaofan's words were pointed out, Zhao Yinger was immediately stunned.

Indeed, for the vast majority of people, Zhang Wutian is absolutely the transcendent existence that only exists in myths and legends, far superior to everything.

If someone else suddenly tells another person that he and Zhang Wutian are friends with each other, or that he knows Zhang Wutian, how many people will believe you?

Perhaps, in the end, people will fiercely back on a sentence.

"Oh, really? Do you know Zhang Wutian, too? What a coincidence! I know him, too! "

It is undeniable that this kind of thing itself makes people feel very unconvincing.

Especially for Zhao Guofan, this kind of artistic conception is completely intoxicated with the excellent identity of the marriage partner arranged for Zhao Yinger, which is a shocking background.

If, at the beginning, Zhao Ying'er had not stopped Zhang Xiaofan and allowed him to point out that Zhang Xiaofan was in fact a devil without heaven, it would only make Zhao Guofan think that Zhao Ying'er was trying to regain face for himself. It's just ridiculous!

Zhang Xiaofan is holding Zhao Yinger's weak and boneless catkin, and there is also a touch of cold in the deep of his eyes.

"Yingbao, in this world, you may surpass your thousands of words with one action. When everything comes to you, it will always be more convincing than what you say!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Xiaofan tone slightly meal, immediately up the corner of the mouth, set off a touch of cold radian, road.

"What's more, I really want to have a good understanding of what your grandfather said about the existence of terror, and what is sacred?"

Zhang Xiaofan clenched his right hand and made a "click... Click..." sound.

"Dare to hit my wife Zhang Wutian, I really don't think my life is too long. I'm tired of living, right?"

After hearing this, Zhao Ying'er also showed a faint smile on her pretty face. She gently retracted into Zhang Xiaofan's broad arms and buried her head on Zhang Xiaofan's solid chest.

"Xiao Fan, everything is good, just too overbearing..."