Old Zou originally wanted to catch the man in black. Xiaoke beat him badly enough, so he knew the strength of Xiaoke.
This sunset red sand is the treasure that old Zou yearns for. It's good for his cultivation. Unfortunately, Murong Yunfeng hides it like a baby.
Old Zou pulled a small part of Ke.
Little Ke stares at him: "old man, what are you doing?"
Old Zou's mouth slightly smoke, but still lower the voice: "small gram, come here."
Xiao Ke stares at him impatiently.
Old Zou's voice is very low, he with a trace of request: "you bet with him, OK? If you win, I'll give you half, and you don't have to sweep the toilet. "
Old Zou is aware of Xiaoke's strength, so he knows that as long as Xiaoke goes up, it is a sure win.
Xiaoke sneers: "give me all, I can't look up to, still divide half, are you funny?"
Old Zou scratched his head and finally came up with a good idea: "well, if you win, I'll give you another golden phoenix sand. It's useless for you, but it's useful for your sister. If you lose, I'll sweep the toilet for you. You'll make a steady profit whether you win or lose, right?"
Golden Phoenix sand? Sister?
Don't wait for Xiaoke to agree, the old Zou promised the condition: "if you win, you can not come to my class in the future, and give you full marks."
"As long as you wave your fist, there is such a good thing?" Xiaoke looked at old Zou suspiciously.
Old Zou is a total failure.
Oh, I'll go! For you, it's a little thing to wave your fist, but for others, it's impossible to beat Tuesdays. OK, boy!
"Do I dare to cheat you Old Zou had a bitter face.
Xiao Ke thought, also right, if this little old man dare to cheat himself, then beat him.
Xiaoke nodded and was about to jump to the battle platform, but Lao Zou held Xiaoke.
"You're bored!" Xiaoke glared at the old man impatiently.
Mr. Zou is also a respected Master in this college, but in front of Xiaoke, he is called "little old man".
On the contrary, Lao Zou felt that Xiaoke was kind to him.
"Xiao Ke, can we discuss something?" Old Zou was embarrassed to rub his hands.
"Come on." The little boy has a black face.
Old Zou hesitated and said, "that what Can you win a little bit? It's better to fight with the other side for hundreds of rounds, and it's better to get hurt again before you can win Is that good? "
"What?" Ke looks at the old man like an idiot.
Old Zou lowered his voice: "there are still good things in old Murong's hand. If you beat up Tuesdays with one fist, you can't cheat the good things behind..."
Young Ke frowned, thinking.
Old Zou Dang is a strong medicine: "maybe the thing that Murong old man will take out next time is exactly what your sister needs?"
Old Zou can feel Xiao Ke's pulse clearly.
The boy is not good at speaking, but when it comes to Su Luo, he is the best one to speak.
Young Ke's chilly eyes glanced at the old Zou: "seriously?"
"The old and the young are not deceived." Lao Zou raised his hands to guarantee.
"All right." Xiaoke wrinkled his good-looking sword eyebrow, jumped onto the combat platform, and said solemnly to tuefei, "originally I wanted to beat you with a fist, but after thinking about it, I decided to spend two hundred moves to defeat you. OK, don't talk nonsense and do something!"
Oh, my God. I can tell you all the truth.
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