"Bu Shuaiyang? Speaking of him, he can be regarded as a strange person in Qingcheng. He became a disciple of Uncle Qin at the age of six, and learned all his seventy-two martial arts at the age of twelve. This understanding can be said to be the first in Qingcheng." Zhang Xiaomu looked full of admiration.
Qin Yue snorted coldly, "At the age of sixteen, he was kicked out of Qingcheng."
Zhang Xiaomutou is not one to look at people's expressions. "In the same year, he became famous all over the world with his punches and swords. He returned to Qingcheng at the age of twenty and was elected as the next city lord by popular expectations."
Qin Yue gritted his teeth, "Really?"
Zhang Mutou continued to be stupid, "Uncle Qin also always said that he is a talented person with unlimited future."
Qin Yue clenched his fist and said, "I think you need to deal with it."
Zhang Mumu shrank his neck reflexively, "Yes, yes, he is actually nothing special. He is just a piece of mud that cannot hold up the wall."
Qin Yue felt comfortable after hearing this, "Good boy, you are allowed to have dinner today."
Su Su remained silent, thinking, I think he is just a pervert.