Super Student's Three-realms Army

It was already early in the morning, and Nezha took selfie pictures of himself with all sorts of Pose.    

Personal signatures are also very personal:    

"He loves to take pictures, he loves to live, he loves to feast and he loves to slay dragons!"    

"Buzz …" Buzz … "Buzz …"    

Right at that moment, Zhang Xiaofan looked at Nezha's profile in boredom.    

Suddenly, his phone vibrated and a message popped up.    

Nezha: "I'm Meng Xin, you've finally accepted my friend request."    

"Who exactly are you?"    

"Why haven't I seen you before!" "There's a question behind it."    

I am Meng Xin (Zhang Xiaofan): "You can't leak the secret of fate (last one is an expression you understand)."    

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan fully promoted the spirit of selling crutches.    

He would hoodwink him to the end!    

Nezha: "Tsk, I'm telling you to stop messing around with this prince!"    

"Hurry up, hurry up, stop keeping us in suspense!" "There's an anxious expression at the back."    

In the end, Nezha couldn't suppress his curiosity.    

He tried to hold back and added.    

Nezha: "I'm Meng Xin. Rest assured, just tell me."    

"With this crown prince here, I can give you my word of reassurance by patting my chest."    

"The heavens know this, you know this, I know this."    

"We will absolutely not let a third person know about this besides the two of us!"    

"I swear — —!" Behind us is a serious face.) "    

"Haha …"    

Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan smiled without saying a word.    

He silently cursed in his heart: "Don't send four. Even if you send five, it's useless. Save it!"    

Zhang Xiaofan threw him directly to the Nine Heavens.    

Nezha, who was in the Heavenly Court, rolled his eyes.    

Not to mention anything else, just based on Nezha's boasting, how could he be so irritable?    

As long as today, Zhang Xiaofan told Nezha his real identity.    

Estimated less than an hour.    

No, to be exact, it was less than half an hour.    

He could make Zhang Xiaofan the soul-reaping emissary of the Underworld.    

The Jade Emperor of the Hall of Ascending was known by everyone.    

The extent to which the world knows!    

Therefore, Zhang Xiaofan would reveal his true identity to such a talkative person.    

This sort of privacy was something that could not be kept a secret?    

Unless, a huge bomb dropped from the sky!    

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofan couldn't be bothered with Nezha anymore.    

He directly closed the Wif and backed off on WeChat before putting his phone in his pocket.    

Just as he was about to do so, he stood up and stretched his body.    

At this moment, a strange sneer was suddenly heard from upstairs.    

"I thought you were here to treat Vice Mayor Zhou, but it turns out to be you, a little redneck!"    

Zhang Xiaofan raised his head to look at the sound and saw that it was coming from the staircase on the second floor.    

At this moment, four people slowly walked down from above.    

Zhang Xiaofan took a closer look at the man who had just spoken. He could not help but laugh.    

It was as if they met each other everywhere in their lives!    

Who would have thought that he would run into this fellow Zhao Dequan here.    

Thinking back to last time, at Sun Moon Villa's private auction.    

This Zhao Dequan could be said to have been repeatedly humiliated by him, Zhang Xiaofan, over and over again.    

After that, he even recklessly made a bet with Zhang Xiaofan.    

He had brought shame upon himself, and in the end, he had fallen in front of an auction.    

Nearly a hundred people were barking like dogs in front of them.    

This was a ridiculous and tragic ending.