Lian Xiaoliu glared at the yellow-teeth in disdain.
"Sixth master, after being scolded by President Zheng, I caught a cold when I went back. My throat is uncomfortable." The yellow-toothed man explained in a hoarse voice while enduring the itch in his throat.
"How many times have I told you to earn some money? is it that hard?" When Lian Xiaoliu saw the look on big yellow-teeth's face and heard the mention of President Zheng, his heart was instantly filled with countless grudges.
The martial world was gone, but in the future ...
As he thought about it, he felt lost and sighed deeply.
The yellow-toothed man coughed repeatedly as if there was something in his throat.
What the hell? ever since she saw President Zheng, she felt uncomfortable all over. The yellow-teeth coughed as he thought about President Zheng.
The Yang Qi in his body was too F * cking strong!
