Chapter 2191： Words of coercion (1/2)
The young master of Qiyao Pavilion, Shan Jue, heard that Fang Fan still wanted to ask him for any mental damages, and suddenly his mentality exploded...
Can this special work?
I'm the victim, OK? The most wronged is the victim, OK? When is it your turn to be wronged here?
The master of Qiyao Pavilion Shan Jue took a deep breath, silently clenched his fists, all kinds of thoughts gathered in his mind, and blue veins burst on his forehead...
Fang Fan curled his lips. At this moment, he was really afraid that this guy would burst and die if he couldn't think about it for a while...
”Shut up!”
”stop fighting!”
The red-clothed Archbishop Murong Yu of the first-class Guangming Alliance Temple exclaimed coldly, with a somewhat disappointed expression on his face.
I thought that I had grasped a little bit of Fang Fan's handle, and then he could rectify a wave of Fang Fan.
But now it looks like a super dude second generation wants to do things, but because of his strength, he is beaten back...
Although Fang Fan's shot was heavy, he couldn't say that there was something wrong with it...
Everything seemed very casual and indifferent, without any other mistakes.
Murongyu, the archbishop of the first-class bright alliance temple, frowned silently, all kinds of thoughts gathered in his mind, and then he silently exhaled a sigh of breath...
At this moment, the feeling in my heart is vividly displayed!
”You deliberately asked for trouble! What can be wronged by being counterattacked at this moment?”
”Does the adult family still have to wait for you to attack?”
”But this time you are doing things that really disrupted the order within the battleship. Each time you fined and confiscated 10 million low-grade star cores, this matter is over!”
Murong Yu waved his hand, looking very tired.
In fact, Murong Yu is still very fair.
Fang Fan curled his lips, feeling uncomfortable secretly...
What's so special, you have to explain it in minutes to go out to the tens of millions of low-grade star cores? What is going on here?
Fang Fan glanced at Murong Yu's plump posture. If it weren't for the fact that this woman would become his slave girl within a month, he would definitely refute a wave...