puff!

His Majesty the Emperor almost spurted it out.

"But my nephew, I know it!" Yun Yang shook: "Yesterday, I didn't want to care about those nostalgic business..."

I gave the first sentence to my nephew, but then I actually got to the point.

With one sentence, His Majesty the Emperor and the Old Marshal looked at each other at the same time.

He really saw a ghost in broad daylight. In this Yu Tang Empire, someone actually called himself in front of us...

Qiu Jianhan looked at His Majesty the emperor with a little complaining look: I said I won’t touch it, you insist on letting me touch it, now it’s okay, look at what I’m touching…

"But, do you know, old marshal? The person they bullied was actually a veteran! a remnant soldier!" Yun Yang was upright and loyal: "This veteran was fighting for the country, physically disabled and living in difficulty. The son of Xie Wuyuan, who was so damn, actually wanted to steal his wife! He also accused him of stealing his things..."

"Although my nephew is not a good thing!" Yun Yang said loudly, waving his arms, and the huge hooves in his hand were dripping, splashing everywhere. His Majesty the Emperor and the old marshal dodged repeatedly, smiling bitterly; Yun Yang was unaware of it: "But my nephew still has a conscience! He also knows that soldiers are physically disabled, and are heroes!"

"It's fine if they bully men and women and bully ordinary people, but I don't have time to be angry with them!" Yun Yanglang howled: "Ao! But they can't bully the remnants! I can't say that, I have to interfere, I have to take care of it!"

"So... I saw the injustice on the road, so I drew my sword to help! I rushed into the gate of the Xie family, punched and kicked, majestic!" Yun Yang's eyes were blurred: "...This is for justice! Uh, uh..."

He burped a few times, raised his arms and shouted again: "...For justice! For heroes! It's a pity that I don't have a knife in my hand..."

Speaking of this, I seemed to be a little drunk suddenly, and I sat down with my neck, with my tongue wide, and smiled flatteringly: "I dare not kill me if I have a knife...hehehe..."

His Majesty the Emperor and the Old Marshal's face were as heavy as dates, with black thread at the end, and a robe dripping with juice. Although they tried their best to dodge, there was only a table in total, where could they hide?

The old marshal even had vegetable soup on his hair and beard. His Majesty the Emperor couldn't get there, and there was still a blur inside his neck...

"This dish is unbearable..." The old marshal sighed and looked down, both of them were dumbfounded at the same time!

Where is the dish?

Where is the meat?
Chapter completed!