5666--Andrew 2

The Western Master's face was blackened, but at this time, he did not continue to bite the dog with the Southern Master, but walked aside silently, allowing the Southern Master to lead people in first.

Don't look at the Southern Master's walking and waving three times, in fact, the pace is really not weak.

But after a while, they led the team to the place where Mo Baobao was stinking.

The dog nose of the Western Master is very sensitive, and he sniffed hard, "there is the breath of their activities here."

"I can feel it too." Nanfang Master smiled slightly, "Could it be that they are still here and haven't left?"

"Everyone look around."

"If we can find Brother Dongfang and join them together to form a team, that would be fine." Nanfang Master giggled coquettishly.

Unexpectedly, Western Master was the first to yell at her, "Who will lead the integrated team? Who will be the boss? You or me? Or do you think Eastern Master will hand over his team to you?"

Simply whimsical!

Take Western Master himself as an example, it is impossible for him to be humbled by anyone.

Dongfang Master is not a good friend, and it is even more impossible to hand over the people under him to them. Who can bear the responsibility if they are dead or injured?

The Master of the South sneered, "I know that you are an old man who likes to find trouble with me."

"Okay, okay, the two masters should stop arguing. First, look around to see if there are figures of Master Dongfang and the others?"

"came back."

While speaking, hundreds of cultivators ran back, but everyone had strange expressions on their faces.

"Why do you smell so bad?" Nanfang Master pinched his nose and roared at a burly male cultivator who rushed to him.

She subconsciously took a step back, her expression a bit uneasy.

The cultivator's name is Zhou Ping, and he is a married man.

She could be her guest of honor, usually the two of them flirt with his honest wife behind his back, but the master of the south has always enjoyed the... pleasure of seducing her husband.

Therefore, many of her guests who entered the curtain are most likely husbands.

This is one of her special hobbies.

I admire those women the most, the feeling of pain and despair and not being able to kill myself, hehe.

This Zhou usually lives well and pleases her very much.

But at the moment, she was disgusted by her smelly body.

Zhou Ping looked embarrassed, and explained to Nanfang Master in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Nan'er, I just..."

"Zhou Ping stepped on shit just now, hahahahaha!" A wanton and arrogant laughter made Zhou Ping's face change uncontrollably.

You don't need to look back just to hear the voice, you know it's his deadly enemy Zhao Jia.

This Zhao Jia, because he is the new favorite of the Southern Master, is a bit lawless, and he doesn't take himself seriously all day long, which is simply hateful.

"Zhao Jia, don't talk nonsense."

"What am I talking nonsense about? Do you mean you didn't step on shit? Or did you almost trip over a piece of shit, hahahahaha!"

The Master of the South immediately took a few steps back, staring at Zhou Ping with disgust, "Go and clean yourself up."

The smell was almost unbearable.

Zhou Ping knew he was in the wrong, and hurriedly retreated, leaving Zhao Jia to stand beside the Southern Master with a smile.

"Master, there is nothing around here."

"We've checked everywhere. We really don't have anything."

"Aside from a pile of shit, there's only a handful of geranium seeds left."