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Meng Zhe glanced at the old man again: "Don't you feel heartbroken when you say this reform?"

The old man took a few glances: "I said Qingyun, it seems that if you don't teach you a lesson, you won't know what respecting the old and loving the young is!"

Oswell stepped in front of the old man: "I'm sorry, senior, I'm Meng Zhe's bodyguard now, if you want to hurt Meng Zhe, you have to pass me!"

The old man blew his beard and stared: "Get out of the way, I'll teach my grandson what's wrong!"

Oswell looked at Meng Zhe dumbfounded: "I really didn't expect that you are his grandson!"

"Get out of the way and see if I don't beat this old bastard!" Meng Zhe started to roll up his sleeves, his face full of madness.

Oswell shook his head and refused: "No, I signed the terms and conditions agreement and said that I will protect you, so I will never let you get hurt!"

Old man: "Get out of the way and watch how I clean the house!"

Oswell: "No, I want to protect him!"

Meng Zhe: "Get out of the way, and see if I don't beat this old man to death!"

Oswell: "No, I want to make sure you don't get hurt!"

In this way, the three of them slowly fought together. Among them, the old man and Oswell fought evenly, and Oswell still had the strength to keep Meng Zhe from being beaten by the old man. Meng Zhe didn't appreciate it. , and added trouble to Oswell, which made Oswell extremely annoyed, but she was just a bodyguard now, and she couldn't make her employer lose consciousness until it was an emergency!

Osway thought of a way, the old man is stronger than her now, and he is going to attack Meng Zhe, isn't this an emergency!Oswell's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his combat power increased by [-]%.

Meng Zhe suddenly felt a letter all over his body, as if something bad was about to happen to him, which made him vigilant.

Just when Meng Zhe was distracted, Oswell seized the opportunity and slashed at the back of Meng Zhe's neck.

She knew that if Meng Zhe's cultivation hadn't been able to keep up with the strength of his divine stone, her palm would not be able to hit Meng Zhe at all.

But to her surprise, even Meng Zhe, who was not as strong as the god stone, still escaped her palm.

I saw Meng Zhe's body turned into a cloud of smoke. After Oswell's first knife cut into the smoke, a trace of spiritual power on it disappeared like a mud cow into the sea, without even a slight fluctuation.

Oswell's face was full of surprise: "Meng Zhe, when did you learn how to melt smoke?"

"This is not Huayan, but a useful meat shield!" Meng Zhe's voice came out of the smoke.

"Meat shield?" A curious expression appeared on Oswell's face. She wanted to study what was different about Meng Zhe in this state, but there was an old man next to her making trouble, so she never had the chance!

"I said, Little Dream Demon, it's not a good habit to be distracted when the enemy is attacking you!" The old man's voice came from behind Oswell.

But Oswell didn't react at all, and still stood there motionless.

The old man felt quite strange, but relying on his immortality, he walked towards Oswell step by step.

At this moment, Oswell's ears moved, and she turned 360 degrees in the air, and pulled her leg towards the old man's forehead.

The old man hastily raised his hand to resist, causing Oswell's strength to be relieved by more than half, but still hit the old man's chest with less force.

The old man lost his mind and let Oswell take the lead.

Meng Zhe quietly walked behind the old man, and took a stick that was as thick as an adult's thigh from somewhere, with a malicious look on his face.

The shock on the old man's body has not disappeared, and he has no guard against the back. He is staring at Oswell. In his impression, Meng Zhe is turning into smoke to watch the battle, and he believes that Meng Zhe will not beat the sap Such a cheap servant.

Unfortunately, the old man thought highly of Meng Zhe's character, and when the old man sat down on the ground and was about to get up, Meng Zhe raised the stick in his hand.

Just as the old man put his hands up and was about to get up, he suddenly heard the wind coming from behind, but his reaction was a bit slower, and he firmly took Meng Zhe's sap.

The old man's eyes darkened, not physically, but spiritually. He never expected that Meng Zhe would do such a super cheap thing like knocking sap.

After hitting the sap, Meng Zhe quickly turned into a smoke form and hid the stick in the stable space.

Oswell laughed out of nowhere: "Hahahahaha~ I didn't expect you to be beaten with a sap! Hahahahaha~"

The old man's face was covered with black lines, and the veins on his forehead were twitching.

Seeing the old man's expression, Oswell laughed even more heartily: "Hahahahaha~ your expression is so funny, hahahaha~~"

The old man turned his head to look at Meng Zhe, who had turned into smoke: "Meng Qingyun, you should come here, or you will suffer from flesh and blood."

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Oswell felt like he was about to laugh, the old man's accent was so funny!
Meng Zhe, who had turned into smoke, did not move at all. The anger on the old man's face was like a volcano, and a big wave was brewing!
He took out a rope from his sleeve and said to the smoke that Meng Zhe had turned into: "Meng Qingyun, you should come out now. I'm going to make you take off a layer of skin!"

After a while, the old man saw that the smoke from Meng Zhe was still unresponsive, and his beard was raised because of anger.

He threw the rope in his hand towards the smoke that Meng Zhe had turned into. Like a spirit snake, the rope quickly bound the smoke that Meng Zhe had turned into a zongzi shape.

"Meng Qingyun, you still... ah!" Before the old man could finish his sentence, he received another sap on the back of the head.

Oswell on the side picked it up, even she didn't know when Meng Zhe came behind the old man.

"You have to protect me from now on!" Meng Zhe came from behind Oswell with an uneven voice.

Oswell turned his head to look at Meng Zhe behind him, and found that he was sitting on the ground with a big head, and there were many mud stains on his face!

"Are you okay?" Oswell asked.

"I'm fine. I spent a little effort trying to beat that old bastard!" Meng Zhe waved his hand with a smile on his face, expressing that he was fine.

"You're working too hard. If you really want to beat him up, I'll help you catch him!" Oswell took out a tissue to help Meng Zhe wipe off the stains on his body.

"If you caught it, I would have a lot less fun. Besides, this can just train my cultivation and make him more solid!" Meng Le said in it.

Oswell was speechless for a while, not knowing what to say about Meng Zhe.

"How does it feel to hit me with a sap?"