The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 872: Arrogant collaborator
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Isabel opened the door to invite Wang Meng and Long Feiyun in.
The interior is very spacious and beautifully decorated. There are many priceless murals on the walls, which are magnificent and magnificent. On the roof is a huge crystal lamp, and the floor is covered with precious golden carpets. There is a circle of white leather sofas in the middle of the house.
At this moment, there are three people sitting on the sofa. Aunt Huan sits in the middle, a decent white diamond-encrusted long dress, and a string of fiery red jade necklaces hung around her white neck, which is particularly bright.
The other two are the ancients sitting opposite Aunt Huan, tall and tall.
One with black hair and gray eyes, one with blonde hair and blue eyes.
Both are in black casual clothes.
They both have big faces. Although they look different, Wang Meng can tell at a glance that they also wear nano masks, but the quality and technology of the masks are far inferior to Huaxia's craftsmanship. There are many flaws.
Seeing Wang Meng, Aunt Huan was also taken aback, but she also reacted.
At this time, Auntie Huan's beautiful face, which is not suitable for her age, is slightly red.
No matter how open she is, the old mother-in-law gave her son-in-law, she was somewhat embarrassed.
Wang Meng was also very embarrassed, but Wang Meng had a thick-skinned face and had been an actor. At this time, he nodded at Aunt Huan blankly and glanced at the two big-nosed middle-aged ancients.
The two Faguo ancient tribes also raised their heads and glanced at Wang Meng and Long Feiyun, then turned their heads with disdain.
Huh? Very arrogant?
Wang Meng felt unhappy when he saw this.
Long Feiyun doesn't matter, she sees a lot of arrogant people. The best way to deal with an arrogant person is to hit him all over the floor, so that he can't be arrogant, but he can get angry.
"Welcome to our friends, what do you call the two!" Aunt Huan pretended not to know Wang Meng.
"Just call me Long Fei!" Wang Meng said, and he didn't introduce Long Feiyun either.
"Huaxia Dragons?" At this time, the two Faguo ancient tribes who were sitting on the sofa without squinting their eyes were shocked when they heard that Wang Meng was named Long, and both looked at Wang Meng in astonishment.
"Hehe! Two people, please sit down!" Aunt Huan knew that Wang Meng was fabricated and didn't care, but he didn't expect that Wang Meng was not a dragon clan, but the shameless Long Feiyun behind him was a genuine Chinese dragon clan.
Wang Meng and Long Feiyun sat down while Isabel sat beside Aunt Huan.
"We are the Fuguo Wharton family Guwu, I am Whartonding, this is my cousin Wharton King, commissioned by the Fuguo Guwu Alliance and the government, together with the Huaxia ancient people, we will find out the super bacteria in the country. The truth! The ancient Chinese clan is the orthodox ancient martial arts, and the Dragon Clan is the leader of the orthodox. I was fortunate to see the ancient dragon ancient martial arts today. "Waltonding changed his arrogance just now, and said with some dull face twitching. He also stretched out his hand to Wang Meng and shook hands in Huaxia style.
He should be smiling at this time, but because of the quality of the nano mask, he will not cooperate with his behavior at all, so he has no expression on his face.
The middle-aged Wang Meng smiled naturally with a smile on his face. He said in fluent French, "Hello! Mr. Waltonding, the ancient Chinese people are orthodox. There is no doubt that the ancient Chinese people are orthodox. But Western ancient martial arts It is also remarkable to be able to carry forward the orthodox ancient martial arts."
Wang Meng's meaning is to praise the ancient Western tribes for their ability to analyze and analyze the Chinese orthodox ancient martial arts and turn them into their own ancient martial arts, which is very powerful. This is a great innovation.
There is nothing wrong with Wang Meng's words.
Wang Meng and Waltonding are holding hands together.
After squeezing the two palms, Wang Meng just wanted to take back his right hand, but at this time, Whartonding suddenly increased his hand strength.
Wang Meng still smiled, but didn't fight back, but his palm suddenly became weak and boneless.
Waltonding felt like he was holding the cotton at this time, with nowhere to focus.
Waltonding was taken aback. It was the first time he saw this kind of work.
Waltonding looked at Wang Meng's big hand, which was clearly in his palm, and his face changed.
Wang Meng knew that they would test, and didn't care, because it was normal!
"Huaxia Dragon Race is known for its strength type. I didn't expect that Rougong is also at its peak!" Whartonding released his hand and praised heartily.
"The dragon travels all over the world, and the body can be rigid or flexible, so that it can travel the world." Wang Meng said with a smile.
"Dragon walks the world? Hehe! The tone is really not small! The ancients said that one force broke the ten thousand magic! What rigidity and softness? All are the art of ants! What Chinese dragons? What orthodoxy? In the face of strength, there is nothing. "At this time, Wattonkin, who had not spoken, suddenly spoke, his tone extremely arrogant.
Wang Meng smiled faintly, without speaking.
Long Feiyun frowned, but didn't say anything.
Seeing Wang Meng and Long Feiyun did not speak to refute.
Walton King is even more mad: "I have long admired the art of the ancient Chinese clan, and the Chinese dragon is the leader of the ancient Chinese clan. Two dragon friends? How can we discuss it? If you lose, this cooperation can be cancelled. We don’t work with waste!"
Walton King was obviously looking down on Huaxia Guwu, and he started to provoke brazenly.
Waltonding's cheek twitched a few times, but he didn't stop him, he just watched.
At this time, Aunt Huan looked at her with a smile, without speaking.
Isabel's eyebrows are twisted together, looking very dissatisfied.
Long Feiyun has a fierce temper. Just about to stand up and beat Watton King violently, Wang Meng stretched out his hand and pressed Long Feiyun's hand on the armrest of the sofa and patted it lightly.
Wang Meng smiled and looked at Wattenkin and said, "Mr. Wattenkin is right. The ancients have the dignity and creed of the ancients. The strong are respected, and the weak are rejected. This is normal. We are too. I don’t know how to cooperate with the underdogs. I don’t think we need to learn from each other. Let’s just cancel our cooperation? Let’s do our own thing!"
Pump!
Wang Meng said, Long Feiyun grinned happily.
Wang Meng's words are really powerful, he directly classified the other party as a waste, and directly cancelled the cooperation.
Auntie Huan still smiled, Isabel looked at Wang Meng with beautiful eyes, and smiled openly.
Whartonding was taken aback, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.
Wharton Kinkabah had blue eyes, but he didn't react for a while.
However, he just didn't react for a while, and he wasn't stupid, he soon woke up.
"You said that we are weak? You said that we two are rubbish?" Whartonkin asked angrily, staring at Wang Meng with long narrow blue eyes. Suddenly, his whole body was released.
His aura is only aimed at Wang Meng alone.
Kaka Kaka, Wang Meng fart. The sofa under the thigh was pressed by this momentum, and it made an unpleasant noise, as if it was about to burst open.
Wang Meng smiled and looked at Watton King, and did not raise his aura to resist the overwhelming pressure. It seems unconscious.
In fact, Wang Meng didn't want to fight back because he felt distressed.
Because he only needs to counterattack and the two auras collide, no matter how well controlled, it is estimated that this place will be destroyed, and everything that should be broken will be broken. The decoration here is invaluable and ruined, what a pity!
However, not fighting back does not mean that Wang Meng has no way to deal with it.
Wang Meng’s response is absolutely unprecedented...