Chapter 162： Lord Sagong (1/2)
(Today's last chapter, I offer it with love.)
The crowd was slightly stagnated, Si Kong? duck?
Really Mingguang, who else can connect these four words together, it wouldn't be... that Sikong...
Sure enough, a series of violent coughs came from the crowd, and it seemed that the owner of the voice could cough out his lungs at any time.
”Ahem, it turned out to be you, Lin Chou... Why did I say Quack is so excited, why are you here?”
He wore a sword in a black shirt, long hair was floating, his thick eyebrows were not visible, only half of his pale face was exposed, and the aura of the whole person was incompatible with the surroundings.
This is Master Sikong, Shengsheng turned a thick and colorful oil painting into a pencil sketch - and there was a fat duck with a two-meter-high painting style that was even more bizarre next to him.
”Quah, quack!”
Quack flapped his wings, brought up a violent wind, rolled down duck feathers and blew countless skirt corners at the same time.
”Young Master Sikong.”
”Young Master Sikong, how is your father doing well these days?”
Jiang Ziwei dashed out of the crowd.
”Jiang Shang, warm the couch, hurry up.”
”Jiang Sizhi, make a room for Young Master Sikong.”
”Who is coming...Hurry up and take out the white tea for Qingfei Quhuo that I prepared. Remember, three brews and three brews!”
After a series of instructions went on, Jiang Zizhu said without flushing or arrogantly, ”Si...cough cough, Young Master Sikong is coming here, the brilliance is shining!”
It is said that after a certain big guy broke off the front teeth of a few small guys who had omitted the word ”empty”, everyone had a long memory.
Si Gongzi Si Gongzi, who do you curse? They are all pulled out and chopped!
That's right, Sikong is not surnamed Si, but Sikong.
Refers to the surname as the first name, which is good, and has a long life.
No one dared to provoke this well-known diseased seedling in the base city, it was also the most popular and least popular guest in various luxury places.
No one is more recognizable than Sikong's face, and no one is like Sikong. Every day there are countless people wishing him a long life and a hundred years of immortality, and it is best to become immortal and ascend in the day.
All the positive adjectives such as Duojin, Duojin, Duojin and boldness, boldness, boldness, etc. can be found in him. It can be said that all the way, ten thousand families give birth to Buddha.
The fact is that when he spilled a lot of circulation points along the road, all the big and small businessmen who made a lot of money, or everyone in the base city, wanted this young man to live with the world and the sun and the moon— -It's really dead, and it's also a hundred kilometers away from him, so as not to confuse himself when his big boss razes the base city to the ground.
Sikong arched his hands, ”Cough cough... Hello, Patriarch Jiang, my father specially asked me to climb to Jiang's house today to attend Miss Jiang's coming-of-age ceremony, haha.”
Jiang Zihuan's face was red, ”Don't dare to be, please come in, please come in, it's windy outside, Young Master Sikong is careful to catch the cold.”
Sikong grabbed the duck with one hand and pointed at Lin Chou, ”It's not a problem, my friend is here, let's go in together.”
”Oh? Master Sikong and little friend Lin Chou are old acquaintances?”
Sikong corrected seriously, ”Boss Lin.”
Jiang Ziwei whispered, ”Okay, Lin... Boss, please go into the quiet room with Master Sikong to taste good white tea. This is a good thing that can only be picked on the top of the mountain in the extreme south.”
As for the duck that was too fat and eager to try Lin Chou, he was taken by his own servants to serve him. With sharp eyes he saw that Jiang's servant took out a whole bag of crystal clear green rice...
It wasn't until the three of them--or Sagong entered the quiet room specially prepared by the Jiang family, that everyone started talking.
”Master Sikong actually came?”
”Jiang family, Jiang family, you can guarantee ten years of worry-free!”