MTL - The Almighty Boss Lost His Vest Again Today-Chapter 33 Dongcheng family "prophecy"!

  Chapter 33 Dongcheng Family "Prophecy"!

  In the top box, the atmosphere is in full swing.

   "Zuoran, it's strange to call us out today. What's the big announcement? The heir of the Nangong family is about to take the throne?"

  Simon Jue played with the diamond dagger and smiled maliciously.

"If my brother hears this, it will inevitably be another disturbance." Nangong Zhuoran's tone was light, "If the Nangong family passed on the position to me, there would be no successor." Outsiders don't know, how many people are close to him. Everyone knows that although the heir of the Nangong family is Nangong Zhuoran, the real power is in the hands of his brother, "Is Beiwei here yet?"

   "He's never been gregarious, it's better if he doesn't come!" Sir Simon sneered.

"Tsk, I heard that you and the first brother turned heads to grab a treasure at the auction, wouldn't it be this exaggerated dagger in your hand?" Dong Chengyu, dressed in an elegant suit, sat on the sofa and watched the e-sports broadcast." Now the level of domestic e-sports is really not bad, and the potential is unlimited.”

"I can't get what I want," Sir Simon said with a proud face, "but you, the **** of prophecy in disguise, didn't you say that you will bring a powerful character to show us today. , this has been waiting for half an hour, and there is not even a ghost?"

   Those who dare to make them wait, he would like to see how cowhide they are!

   "It's cold." Dongchengyu, the prophecy himself, remembered that when he invited the master to come, the other party was so ruthless that he didn't even give a sign back to the chat record, and he felt a chill in his heart, "My master doesn't like to participate in this kind of party."

"Don't even give the face of our four young masters in Kyoto? I have to see it!" Ximen Jue snorted coldly, among the four, his temper was the most moody, "But when it comes to e-sports, the Kyoto University exhibition game is here today. Who is the kid who was cruel to Meteor? I look very arrogant."

   Speaking of Lu Yao, the expressions of Dongchengyu and Nangong Zhuoran changed a bit.

  Dongchengyu said alertly, "What are you doing? What the **** is your brother controlling? Meteor has been going well for the past two years. It's good for him to take a lesson."

   "The people of our Ximen family have their own set of rules. When will it be the turn of an illegitimate child to educate them?"

   The prophecy is displeased: "Is it possible that the youngest son of the dignified Ximen family can't even afford to lose a game?"

   "I didn't tell you, why are you excited? Meteor is my brother and your apprentice, so you don't want to find a place for him?"

  I'm looking for you an MMP!

  It's fine if my master doesn't clean me up, I'm looking for that trouble!

  I advise you not to feel uncomfortable, or you will suffer!

   "Sir." Nangong Zhuoran's cold voice interrupted the two of them. He was not in good health, and he always spoke lightly, but he had a lot of weight among the four young masters. As soon as he opened his mouth, both of them looked at him.

   "Meteor is still small and has unlimited potential in the future. It's one thing to feel sorry for him, but if you say something, it would be a loss of identity." Nangong Zhuoran smiled, "If you don't experience wind and rain, you can't see a rainbow."

   Just you Buddhist!

  Simon Jue "cut", "What exactly did you call us here today?"

   "Meet a friend."

   "Friend? It's a friend again. Today you have agreed to partner with me to meet a friend, right?" As soon as Simon's voice fell, the door was knocked.

  Nangong Zhuoran smiled and got up to greet him in person, "He's here."

  When Lu Yao walked into the extremely gorgeous box wearing a simple white T-shirt, the music seemed to have softened.

   His clothes look out of tune with everything around him, and his excellent appearance and temperament are well integrated.

   "Didn't you say you should wear a coat at night?" Nangong Zhuoran's brows with a light smile contained a hint of helplessness and reproach, "Are you cold?"

"not cold."

   "You're the **** who made Meteor depressed?!"

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