As soon as I got off the mountain, the stunning female CEO took me home

The Frostblade Swordsman couldn't help but smile, "You know he's reading a professional book? If he's reading a professional book and can read it so actively, how can he just be a supernumerary? How about doing part-time work for a private person?"

"But... I'm afraid he doesn't want to shine on Mr. Lin's birthday, right?"

"Pfft!" Hearing this, Youying couldn't help laughing, "What do you want? The boss doesn't even expect us to win. The boss just shows his face, so why be so active?"

"Made, you've been talking to him for a long time and he didn't even fart!" The Frostblade Swordsman was a little angry.

They were in the same room, drinking, and forcing themselves to study alone. How annoying was this?

Moreover, the two of them talked openly and sarcastically for a long time, but it was as if they didn't hear them at all, which made people feel deeply frustrated and really angry!

The Frost Blade Swordsman became more and more angry as he thought about it. He grabbed a few peanuts in his hand and hit the mad dragon on the head who was reading in the corner.

Kuang Long lowered his head and slowly turned towards the two of them, not even bothering to raise his head. He glanced up at the two of them coldly.

Their eyes met in the air.

For no reason, the two of them gasped at the same time, for no other reason.

The mad dragon's eyes were really terrifying.

Those eyes were full of solemnity and hatred.

"Dang!" Youying failed to hold one of the wine glasses in his hand and accidentally dropped them on the coffee table. There was a crisp sound and the beer in the glass spilled all over the table.

"Sorry, sorry!" Youying quickly lowered his head, wiping the table, and missed Kuanglong's eyes.

But the Frost Blade Swordsman is different.

Although he grunted in fear and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

But after all, he didn't believe that a person could change so much in one day.

Yesterday, the person who still brought him water to wash his feet, washed his smelly socks, and even knelt down to lick the soles of his shoes, had such a big change today.

He was obviously a weakling, but he still looked at him with the eyes of such a strong man.

"Made!" The Frostblade Swordsman slapped the table and stood up.

Without saying anything, he walked straight towards the mad dragon.

"Snapped!"

He slapped the mad dragon on the head.

The mad dragon's head tilted following the strength of the Frost Blade Swordsman.

But no one moved!

"Crack!"

At this moment, a bolt of lightning struck outside, and the silhouette of the three people was suddenly reflected in the sudden light.

On the window behind Kuanglong, a young figure wearing a cloak and long hair flying appeared.

The figure disappeared as the lightning ended.

A flash of lightning appeared for a moment, and was captured by a shadow that inadvertently raised its head.

startled him.

After being stunned for a moment, he quickly closed his eyes, not daring to look anymore.

Until the lightning passed, he opened his eyes tremblingly, endured the strong fear, and looked towards the window. There, the shadows of the trees were swaying. Where could there be a young man in a cloak?

Youying rubbed his eyes, in disbelief, and looked at the window again. There was still nothing, but it was pouring rain outside.

Only then did Youying hold his chest and let out a long breath, secretly glad that he didn't shout out. Just now he thought a ghost was coming and he almost shouted out, which scared him to death!

If you shout this out, you will definitely become the biggest laughing stock. Maybe in the future, the Frost Blade Swordsman will bully not the mad dragon but himself.

Thinking of the scene of the Frost Blade Swordsman bullying the Mad Dragon, Youying couldn't help but shudder. He must not be the one at the bottom.

Otherwise, there will be no life left.

The shadow here was rejoicing, but over there, the frostman swordsman grabbed the dragon's hair and forced him to look at him!

"Ma De, I want you to put down your book now and lick my feet. Do you understand?"

"Are you really stupid? Are you stupid? Are you a fool?"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The Frost Blade Swordsman grabbed the mad dragon and beat him hard. The head of the mad dragon was slapped with a loud bang.

"Oh, forget it." Seeing this scene, Youying hurriedly came over to start a fight, "We are all colleagues, and we have to get along with each other from now on, why bother?"

"Ma De, I just don't like him. He has no ability, and he still looks at me with that kind of sideways look. You think I'm afraid of him? Don't you believe in a fight? I'll beat him to death!"

The frost blade swordsman was pulled away from the mad dragon by the shadow, cursing all the way.

"Fuck! He can still read that crappy book all the way, and he still thinks he is really a grandmaster! Let him take out that crappy diploma, ask the whole world, who doesn't know that he bought the title of grandmaster?"

"Fuck! You are pretending to be elegant here! I tell you, don't read in front of me in the future, otherwise, I will beat you once I see you."

Even though he was pulled hard by the shadow, the Frost Blade Swordsman still pointed at the mad dragon and cursed!

"Why don't you pinch my feet? I'm sleepy!"

"Ma De, if you pinch your feet wrongly, I will beat you!"

"Fuck!"

The Frostblade Swordsman cursed all the way, and was helped to bed by Shadow. Shadow advised, "Forget it, stop scolding him. If you scold him, you will be angry too..."

"Peng!"

But just in the middle of Youying's words, suddenly, there was a light in his hand, and he turned around subconsciously, and saw the Frost Blade Swordsman being thrown against the wall by a strong force.

Make a loud noise!

Looking back, I saw the mad dragon slowly walking towards the Frost Blade Swordsman step by step.

Heavy rain poured in outside, and the wind blew the chandelier back and forth.

In the midst of this violent swing, the light stretched the figure of the mad dragon very long.

The figure was clearly a young man with long hair, wearing a cloak and holding a half-broken sword.