Demons Chat Group Makes Me Saint

"Isn't this Wang Toad? What kind of wind brought you here?"

Ning Xiaolei looked over after hearing the sound, only to see it was his love rival, Wang Qing.

To be precise, he was not considered a love rival. Ning Xiaolei didn't take this guy seriously at all.

"Nasi, what are you talking about, little bastard? You can't let anyone talk when you sell fakes. If you want to surpass my Wang family, you won't resort to such insidious methods!"

Wang Qing was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

He is a dignified young man of the Wang family, but when it comes to this kid's mouth, he turns into a toad.

"Fake? You have to speak responsibly. Who told you that this is a fake?"

Ning Xiaolei snorted coldly, a chill flashing in his eyes.

Before Wang Qing could speak, a friend next to him shouted: "You think we are stupid, how can there be such a magical thing in the world."

"Just because you don't know anything, it means you don't have any knowledge? A group of frogs in a well, alas, birds of a feather flock together, toads and frogs in a well, haha!"

Ning Xiaolei counterattacked unceremoniously. He was definitely not a good person when he was with Wang Qing.

Moreover, this guy is obviously helping Wang Qing, so we must not give him any shame.

"Haha, you're right, go back to your well and squat, don't come out and embarrass yourself."

Chang Shan laughed loudly, not caring about the expressions of these young men from aristocratic families.

Not to mention that he is now a demon cultivator, even in the past, he was not afraid.

"Yes, that's right. You are a bunch of stinky toads. Get away from me. Do you believe I will kill you?"

It's rare for this girl Xiaoyue to stand on a united front with Chang Shan, she said fiercely.

Wang Qing and others' noses were almost crooked with anger. This was a frog and a toad. Is it so harmful to others?

If young men from aristocratic families like them are frogs in the well, how can others live?

They ask themselves that each of them has seen many grand scenes that many people have never seen in their lifetime, and has also enjoyed life that many people will never enjoy in their lifetime.

No matter how you look at it, it shouldn’t be a frog in the well!

"Shut up, shut up, you country bumpkins. We young men are just frogs in the well, so who are you?"

A young man from an aristocratic family next to Wang Qing stood up, pointed angrily at Ning Xiaolei and others, and asked sharply.

"It goes without saying that your Grandpa Changshan and others are of course the Nine Heavenly Dragons, haha."

Chang Shan didn't blush at all and sprayed back without any hesitation.

It has to be said that Ning Xiaolei likes to hear this. Compared with these young people who only know how to live a life of indulgence and extravagance, they are not the Nine Heavenly Dragons.

"Wucao, you dare to scold us and take advantage of us, Chang Shan, right? Do you want to know how to write the word "death"?"

"Country fellow, you're not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue. Can you please have a little face?"

"Boy, do you believe that this young master has ruined you?"

The young men of all the aristocratic families were furious, shouting and scolding each one with ugly faces.

Seeing this, the onlookers hurriedly dispersed for fear of being affected, watching the show.

Chang Shan sneered, these young men from aristocratic families dared to take action, he wouldn't mind teaching them a lesson.

But before he could take action, a group of people suddenly pushed through the crowd and walked in.

The leader was a strong man with a crew cut, who looked like an iron tower, but it was the crew cut brother he met at Tiandu Wine Garden that day.

"Hey, brother Xiaolei?" When he saw Ning Xiaolei and others, Brother Pingtou showed a look of surprise on his face.

But then he saw Wang Qing and others in the crowd, frowned and said: "Are you here to look for trouble with my brother Xiao Lei?"

"Who are you? What is your relationship with Ning Xiaolei?" asked a young man from an aristocratic family.

"Open your damn eyes, you don't even recognize our boss, the flat-headed guy?" a gangster said angrily, his eyes widening.

These young men from aristocratic families are obviously not people who are afraid of trouble. One of them said: "Brother Flathead? What the hell is that? I don't know him."

"Pa!" Brother Flathead's men couldn't bear the humiliation of their boss, so they gave him a big slap in the face.