Noble Husband At the Door

Chapter 2895

Hearing Samuel's question and looking at Samuel, the fat man's face became extremely distorted.

Of course, he would protect his disciples. Because he had no disciple, he always favored Chen Shimin. No matter what Chen Shimin did, as Chen Shimin's martial uncle, he would support Chen Shimin.

This was not the first or second time...

But unexpectedly, he suffered this time.

"What the hell? How dare he provoke Samuel?"

Although the Heaven Four Palace did not participate in the battle at the Dragon-trapping Mountain this time and instead passed by on some business, they had heard many legends about Samuel along the way.

Although it was hard to believe that there was such a legendary figure, there was at least one thing in all the legends.

Samuel fought against the two true gods in the Dragon-trapping Mountain, but he was not at a disadvantage!

Facing such an enemy, how could the fatty be calm?

"Ah, I... I didn't do... I didn't do anything. I just... I just feel that this steamed bun is very delicious. I came to have a look..." The fat man's face immediately changed from anger to shyness and cuteness.

At the same time, he looked at Samuel seriously with a pair of innocent eyes.

Manfred and the other two couldn't help laughing, and Saber Twelve laughed so hard that even the steamed buns fell out of his mouth.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

How could the fat man hide it from them?

"If you want to look at the steamed buns, why did you get a club?" Manfred chuckled.

"Does your foot hurt?" Samuel also said coldly in a low voice. This club weighed at least a hundred kilograms and was extremely huge. When it fell to the ground, it hit the fat man's foot and rolled to the side.

"Look... look at the steamed buns, of course there is no need to carry a club. This... this is my weapon, and I always carry it with me. However, the steamed buns were so fragrant that I couldn't help but be stunned. So it fell down. This explanation is very reasonable, right?" After that, the fat man looked at Chen Shimin and others behind him guiltily.

Chen Shimin and the others nodded their heads in agreement.

"It's not a problem to carry weapons, but if you raise it onto your head, it seems that you're going to hit someone," Saber Twelve couldn't help teasing.

"F*ck, how could I hit someone?"

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The fat man hurriedly denied it, and his speed was so fast that it made people speechless. "This... this is because I am fat, and it's easy to feel hot, especially the place under my arms. It is so hot, so I have no choice but to raise my hand high,in order to be cooler..."

The fat man's serious explanation, as well as his anxious expression and shameless face, forced his acting to the end. It was really a kind of unspeakable joke.

"Yes?"

"Yes!"

After the group of disciples behind him felt their Martial Uncle's "summoning", they also kept nodding.

After saying that, afraid that Samuel and the others might not believe it; he squatted down in a panic, picked up the iron club, raised it over his head, and performed the so-called being cooler.

"Hahahaha!" Manfred was immediately amused by this fat man and laughed heartily. He leaned to one side and said to Saber Twelve beside him, "The Vast Thousand Worlds are indeed filled with all sorts of strange things. It turns out that someone really brought weapons like this."

"Yes!" Saber Twelve nodded.

Seeing that both of them had said so, the fat man forced a smile at this time. He looked at Samuel and said awkwardly, "Yes, that's it."

"Samuel, it seems that it's really possible. You worry too much," Manfred said with a smile. At the same time, he winked at Saber Twelve and kicked him.

Saber Twelve was stunned.

Although his reaction was not as fast as Manfred's, the tacit

understanding of many years made him quickly understand what

Manfred meant. He immediatel

frowned, nodded, and said, "Maybe he thinks too much, but you can't blame him for worrying too much. After all, you see that this fat man is basically wearing the same clothes as Chen Shimin. It's very reasonable for others to think that they are in the same team. It's reasonable for elders to help the juniors."

"Yes." Just as the fat man was gasping for breath, Saber Twelve suddenly asked, and the fat man subconsciously nodded like a grandson. But as soon as he finished speaking, he reacted and quickly waved his hand. "No, no, I belong to the same sect as Chen Shimin, and I am also his Martial Uncle, but..."

"But I didn't know what happened

just now. After I figured it out, I came over... I came... came over!" Speaking of this, the fat man was obviously stuck and almost blurted out. "Came here to deal with you," but he knew that he couldn't say that, so he turned around in a hurry and looked at Samuel, and then at his martial nephew, Chen Shimin.

He wanted his martial nephew to help him, because he was afraid that he could not come up with an explanation for a long time, and Samuel would be impatient and kill him directly.

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. What should he do?

But at this critical moment, all of a sudden, the fat man felt a flash of inspiration in his mind, and his whole mind was suddenly enlightened...