This white fat seven souls will be scared out of six orifices, and they will quickly yell and drag Zhao Gong while yelling and protecting him before his servants.

It’s a pity that Niu Gensheng was ready for a quick step and rushed to throw Zhao Gong up behind him. Three or four QinBing have been driving this white fat arm and leg like a pig, and they have already carried him out of the crowd and brought him to Li Yuanqing.
It’s too late to say it.
Everything just happened in flint.
Li Yuanqing, can these Qinbing’s military accomplishments be comparable to those of these slaves?
Before these slaves can react, everything has already settled.
When these slaves react and want to rob others, they are greeted by Qinbing’s neat steel knives.
"You! Li Yuanqing, you are so bold! Actually "
Zhao Gong just came to his senses and quickly returned to his camp, pointing his finger at Li Yuanqing, but he didn’t know how to shape it at the moment.
Li Yuanqing smiled faintly: "Zhao Gong just said that Bai Pang made a mistake and committed a crime of disobedience. Today, just as Li was here, he didn’t bother the military forces and the Royal Guards! Li is coming by himself! "
With a cold smile, Li Yuanqing glanced behind him and was being driven by Qinbing with a white fat look, "Zhangzui!"
"Yes!"
Niu Gensheng has long seen that this white fat pig is generally a dog chop suey, which is not pleasing to the eye. With a bitter smile and a round arm, the left and right bows are "scratching" and he draws towards this white fat white face.
"pa pa pa"
"ah! ! Ah ah "
For a moment, Niu Gensheng’s scratching slap in the face was mixed with this white fat, which was even more miserable than killing pigs. The screams instantly rang out in this place.
Zhao Gong was completely blindsided.
Every slap sounds like an earthquake in his mind, and Niu Gensheng can clearly feel the burning pain when he slaps his face.
"Li Yuanqing you you"
Zhao Gong glared at Li Yuanqing, whose body was trembling slightly, but he couldn’t say a complete sentence.
Li Yuanqing sneered slightly and scanned the Duke of Zhao, but he did not give in half a step.
Beside Niu Gensheng, he was still practicing his left and right bow magic in this white fat body. At this moment, more than a dozen slaps were taken away. This white fat is a little smaller and seems to be going back.
Everyone’s breathing seems to be stagnant. I don’t know how this scene will develop next.
Mao Wenlong and Chen Zhong didn’t expect things to turn out like this.
This white fat hate is not false, but it is’ Smith’ after all, but Li Yuanqing incredibly dare to directly pick the tiger to smoke this white fat face.
This beam can’t be solved with Zhao Gong.
"Stop it! Stop it!"
At this moment, the crowd suddenly heard a familiar cry for a moment, and a familiar figure with a dozen followers hurried over here.
"Yuan qing stop it! Stop it! Misunderstandings and misunderstandings are misunderstandings! "
The bearer came panting and didn’t tidy up his clothes neatly. He must have got the news and then hurried here if he didn’t tidy up.
"Ye Gong"
"It’s Lord Ye coming."
“”
There was a commotion in the crowd.
Li Yuanqing also saw Ye Gong’s busy face waving his hand at Niu Gensheng at this moment: "It’s almost time to stop."
"Yes!"
Niu Gensheng let go of his big hand and whispered a few words to QinBing around him.
QinBing around already has rich experience, busy tearing this white fat hair and pinching his point.