Chapter 1347 Has the Young Master of the Demon Race Lost His Skin Again Today? 22

First defeat the young master, then defeat the devil, and finally ascend to the throne of the devil and become the new devil. At that time, I will set up a mahjong table in the palace, and ask the demons to enter the palace to play mahjong with me! What Wu Lu arranged in his heart was very flattering.

The next moment, the wonderful dream was shattered into dregs.

Wulu was beaten by Suspect Mosheng.

The beating just now and the beating now are two different things.

Playing mahjong and being punched are both typing, but the experience is completely different!

Isn't he a genius? Isn't he a man who can be a demon king?

Why is he now being rubbed on the ground by a girl who looks younger than him?

While beating, I asked him if he was convinced.

Of course he was not convinced, but after saying these two words, he was beaten even worse.

From one side of the mahjong hall to the other, from the inside of the mahjong hall to the outside, and then inside.

Are you convinced?

Take it!

If the fight continued like this, he was afraid that he would not see the last side of his grandfather. I will not be able to play this novel mahjong in the future.

Finally, with a bruised nose and swollen face, Wu Lu was detained to work in a mahjong parlor.

Very simple, the money is lost. The young master directly stood him upside down and gave all the money on his body to Jiang Yi. Jiang Yi won it with his real skills, so why not give it to others? The young master ignored Jiang Yi's crying expression and gave him all the money.

As for the damaged mahjong table, mahjong and so on, only Wulu's part-time job can be deducted.

Wu Lu was scrubbing mahjong with a pig's face in pain.

Tao Zi sat on the side, supervising the work while eating, and mocking from time to time.

"Your name is Wu Lu, and you are the grandson of Burning Mozun, right? Don't say you are the grandson of Mozun, even if you are the old man of Mozun or Mozun himself, you are no match for our young lord, and you are equally defeated." Our young master is beaten into a dog."

"Come and play as soon as you come to play. We welcome those who enter the museum for consumption with both hands, but if you don't spend well, you actually smash the museum. If you don't hit you, who will you hit?"

"Today, the young master played lightly. You haven't seen how the young master beat the first person who caused trouble in our mahjong parlor."

"What is it like?" Wu Lu asked sullenly.

"Look, you were beaten into a pig's head, right? But you're still awake anyway, and you can still clean up mahjong to deduct losses. After the first troublemaker was beaten up by the young master, someone asked him to All that was left was a pair of underwear, which was hung at the door for a day and a night."

"..." Wu Lu's hands paused, and he couldn't help asking again, "Then what happened to the troublemaker? Was he beaten to death by your young master?"

"No. When I played the second round of mahjong with you today, there was Jiang Yi. One of the other two was him. Now he is a frequent visitor to the mahjong parlor, and his skill is estimated to be among the top ten here." Tao Zi She pouted, "The last time I played against him, I lost. This bastard can compete for favor now, and now he is one of the stewards of our mahjong parlor. He shows courteousness to the young master all day long."

"The young master has insulted him so much that he stripped off his underwear and hung them by the door, how can he turn around and curry favor with the young master?" Wu Lu didn't understand.

"The young master put a mask on him when he hung up on him, and others don't know it's him." After Taozi said this disapprovingly, she suddenly stood up with a smile on her face, "Young master, are you here? "

"Well, let's eat. I'll have hot pot tonight. I'll have someone buy fresh beef." Tian Miao walked over and glanced at the mahjong scrubbed in Wu Lu's hand, "It's still clean, let's stay and eat together later."

Of course it is clean, Wu Lu looked at the clean mahjong in his hand, from childhood to adulthood, he cleaned all the clothes in his house himself, and he would clean it clean, he couldn't bear even a little bit of dirt . Wu Lu thought triumphantly, and then froze after thinking about it.

No, what did the young master just say?

Leave him for dinner?

Stop beating him up?