This time, Wang Xiaopang knew that the man was talking about him, did not feel raised his head, and angered the past and sneered at the irony.

I saw that the man was a few years older than him. He was fourteen and five years old. He was in Tsing Yi, holding a fan in his hand, and looked at him with a mocking mouth.

"who are you?"

The young man sneered: "Wang Fatzi, you seem to have forgotten a few months ago, our fighters came back from the outside, and as a result, because the identity token was lost, you are not willing to let us into the illusion."

The previous door was always watched by Wang Deqiu’s father. After Wang Deqiu returned, the key was handed over to him.

Therefore, he has not seen these people leave the illusion, there is no impression, so the identity token is their only proof, who knows that these people lost their identity token, he is a phantom gatekeeper, They must not be allowed to enter the illusion.

Wang Xiaopeng was reminded by him that he suddenly realized: "Is it yours? I have not done anything wrong. Who told you to lose the token? He just did things according to the rules and regulations."

"Let's let go!" The young man's hand fell heavily on the table and started the filming. "Your king's family is just a watchdog of the illusion, and everyone in our illusion is your master. You dare not let me be a dog." Master introduction, this is your fault!"

He slammed the watchdog, and Wang Xiaofei was unclear. His fat face rose red and rushed toward the youth.

The young man couldn't help but get back a few steps back. Just as he reacted and was about to start, a chopstick was worn from the side, passed through his sleeve and nailed him firmly to the back wall.

He was amazed and reached out to pull out the chopsticks, only to find that the chopsticks were tightly inserted. He failed to pull out with a few strokes.

At this time, Wang Xiaopeng came to him again, and the fist full of fat flesh hit the young man's face, while roaring.

"Who are you a watchdog? Your family is a watchdog!"

"You..." The young man raised his other hand and was about to teach the fat man.

Who knows, there is another pair of chopsticks flying, and the sleeves of his other arm are also nailed to the wall.

The young man wanted to tear the sleeves apart, but he didn't know what was going on, and the body couldn't make the power. After several times, the sleeves were not torn open.

"You idiots, what are you doing?" The youth turned to the guards of the fighters, "Hurry to save me."

"what?"

Those guards are a bit aggressive.

It's not just a chopstick. The young master only needs a little force to pull it out. Moreover, even if you don't pull out the chopsticks, the sleeves can be easily torn open.

This kind of thing, they still need to save?

But these guards have a lot of thoughts in their hearts, but they dare not violate the opinions of the youth and hurriedly pulled down the chopsticks that were inserted in the wall.

The first thing that young people escape from danger is not to find Wang Xiaopeng to settle accounts, but to look at the people in the restaurant hall in anger.

"Who? Who was it for me?"

Seeing the look of the young man, everyone laughed, but the rising mouth still betrayed them.

However, the young man did not have time to find these snickers to settle accounts, and asked again: "Which account was the secret account of me? Since I dare to count me, what is the shrinking turtle? Give me out?"

His eyes were red and bloody, apparently unclear.