Chapter 2508 Which Unit Do You Belong To!

"Sect Master Ji, may I ask where the hard gang of the noble sect is?"

The ghost king let the masked man sit down, still half-believing.

"The next sect is far north of Kunlun, so it's normal for the ghost king not to know."

"Then what is the grievance between Sect Master Ji and Jiang Siming?"

The masked man sighed when he heard the words, and said: "To be honest, a few years ago, I took my wife through Dongzhou, eating hot pot and singing, and suddenly I was robbed by a bandit!"

"This bandit is Jiang Siming. He is so powerful that I can't beat him. He covets my wife's beauty and robs civilian girls!"

"So I worked hard and vowed to take revenge!"

Speaking of sadness, the masked man cried bitterly.

"This Jiang Siming is really hateful. He claims to be famous and authentic, but what he does is no different from my evil heretics."

"That's right, before the Devil's Cult attacked Qing Yunmen, this guy's methods were cruel. Not only did he kill countless elites of our Devil's Dao, but he also plundered them by force, murdering and extorting money."

"Isn't it? This guy is also proficient in puppetry. He killed the suzerain of the Wandu sect before and detained his soul and became his ghost slave. I really don't know if he is the devil or we are the devil."

"Compared to him, I feel that I am a gentleman!"

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The big guys all expressed their testimonials one after another, scoffing at Jiang Siming, quite contemptuous.

The ghost king looked at Ji Erbangying, feeling sympathetic and sympathetic in his heart.

He patted Ji Erbangying's shoulder, and said earnestly, "I can fully understand your feelings."

"Really? Brother Ghost King, your wife was also robbed by him?" Ji Er Bangying asked immediately.

The ghost king turned pale, and said in a deep voice, "Of course not, but he took my daughter and sister away."

"Then why wasn't your wife robbed? It must be because your wife doesn't look good." Ji Er Bangying said tut-tsk.

The ghost king's face turned dark immediately, and he said angrily, "My wife died long ago!"

"Oh, so that's the case, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Ji Er Bangying apologized hypocritically.

The Ghost King also didn't want to get entangled in this issue. As more and more magicians came to join him, he started to walk to the hall, and began to plan the plan to destroy Qingyunmen.

During the period, the restaurant serves delicious food for everyone, so that they can eat and drink enough to go on the road... Bah, it's a good move.

While listening to the ghost king's plan, everyone sipped food and wine.

There was one, like a reincarnation of a starved ghost, who ate and gorged himself without any image.

It was the masked man, who took off half of the mask, opened his mouth and started eating Houthi.

"Let's eat, there are so many delicious foods. We don't have such high-end restaurants. We eat noodles and steamed buns every day. Besides, there are people treating guests, so we want to eat them all!"

The masked man didn't forget to share it with everyone, he grabbed a pig's head and gnawed on it.

"I'll show you one, three mouthfuls and one pig, remember to applaud and praise!"

The ghost king looked at the table with the masked man, his expression was twitching, he seriously suspected that this kid was here to make trouble.

But the other party is so strong, and when he said that his wife was taken away, he burst into tears, it's not like lying to him.

The ghost king had no choice but to endure it.

He endured it, but some people can't understand this masked man.

"Damn it, you haven't eaten in your previous life, have you?" A new buddy at the next table slapped the table angrily and pointed at the masked man.

The masked man answered him generously: "To be exact, I haven't eaten for three days. I came all the way from Kunlun Beimo. By the way, will you reimburse the travel expenses?"

"This is a high-end place, bumpkin get the hell out of here!" Another sorcerer said contemptuously.

"What are buns? I've only heard of meat buns, milk buns, and buns made of dirt?" the masked man asked in surprise.

"which unit are you in!"

"Me? I told you, I'm in the hard-working unit, a small unit, hehe." The masked man giggled.

"There is no self-cultivation at all, and there is no master demeanor at all."

"Master style? I have it, but I'm too hungry, and these things are so delicious, I don't want to eat for nothing." The masked man said and started to eat in a storm.

"This is really a shit-stirring stick!" A refined demon monk said contemptuously.

The masked man paused eating, nodded with a smile, and said modestly: "Yes, yes, you talk too much, I'm a shit-stirring stick."

The elegant monk just wanted to laugh that this man is weak and easy to bully.

Unexpectedly, the next sentence of the masked man made him go berserk: "But you said I'm a shit stick, I'm a stick anyway, so you're just...shit? And you called everyone shit... Isn't that good?"

"Fuck, Feng Wuhen, why don't you say it again, who is shit!"

"Grandma Feng Wuhen, dare to call me shit, let me see if I don't beat you to death!"

"Hit! Hit me!"

"Hey, that's not what I meant, it's this kid... ah..."

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There was a commotion in the restaurant, it was just two people fighting.

The masked man sneakily took out a handful of copper coins from under the table, and flew towards the foreheads of several demon cultivators.

"Oh! Who! Who hit me! Is it you!"

"I'm not moving."

"It's you! When I came in just now, I only made fun of you a few words, and you held a grudge, and you will die!"

"

Ge Laozi's! Who hit me? "

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These demon monks are all perverse and domineering, and their tempers are short-tempered.

After being disturbed by the masked man, he immediately got hit.

The more the fight, the more people involved, and the more the fight, the bigger the noise.

This private restaurant soon crumbled and collapsed.

Even so, these people haven't finished yet, they continue to fight.

The ghost king was completely dumbfounded, what is this special thing? Didn't you come to a meeting to discuss the attack on Qingyunmen?

Why are there still fights on my own side?

In desperation, the ghost king hurried out and shouted: "Stop hitting, stop, don't hit anymore~"

The ghost king still has face, and many monks are ready to stop.

Ghost King Yixi thought it was useful.

But I didn't expect the masked man to throw out the delicious pig's head in his hand, grabbed a magic monk and asked angrily: "Did you steal my money!"

"Who the hell stole your money?"

"I still want to deny it, why did I lose a dollar and a quarter in my pocket? You must have taken it! Find a fight!"

After the masked man finished speaking, he punched the opponent into panda eyes.

The ghost king wanted to persuade him, but he found that the pig's head thrown by the kid hit him in the face.

"Fuck! Zhang Xiaofan, beat his mother Xipi for me!" The ghost king was furious, and immediately greeted Zhang Xiaofan behind him.

For a while, the outside of the restaurant was extremely lively, and a group of demonic monks fought fiercely.

The common people around hid far away, and mortals would not dare to approach this kind of god fighting.

The lord of the city came after hearing the news.

Just about to stop sternly, the hand next to him tugged at his sleeve and said, "City Master, you can't do it, they're all bosses, you can't afford to provoke them~"

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