But the dignified Wuzong.

The number is also a handful of people in China, which is a symbol of identity and power.

Liu Bei visited Zhuge Liang three times and asked Xu Lai to come out of the mountain. He asked Xu Lai to come and invite him in person. Isn't it a problem?

Just one minute, five minutes, ten minutes...

Until an hour passed.

Xu Lai did not show up.

Tan Chang's expression remained unchanged, um... There might be traffic jam on the road, wait for him for a while.

We are Wuzong.

Don't panic!

However, two hours, three hours, four hours passed.

Tan Chang, who was standing by the beach with his hands on his back and basking in the sun for an afternoon, felt that the sun was so dazzling and the sea breeze was so salty.

"Mama, that weird uncle has been standing there since noon, why is it still here?" a child asked in a low voice.

"Go quickly and go quickly."

The young mother pulled her son away and bypassed Tan Chang: "He has a brain disease, don't be infected."

Tan Chang is now Wuzong, and his five senses are amazing.

Even though he was thirty meters away, he heard the conversation between mother and son, and couldn't help but shout angrily: "If you have a brain disease, you won't be contagious!"

"Wow!"

The three-year-old boy started crying, his mother's face changed, and she hugged the child and ran away.

Tan Chang looked at the back that was staggering and stumbled and fell, his face looked very ugly, and he shouted loudly: "There is no contagious in encephalopathy!"

etc.

Something seems wrong?

Tan Chang frowned, and before he could think about it, two figures, one big and one small, finally appeared in realization.
Chapter completed!