At this moment, Wang Xiaopang knew that the man was talking about him, and he raised his head and glared angrily, staring at the person who had just made the sarcasm.
I saw that the man was a few years older than him, just fourteen or five years old, with a cry of Tsing Yi, holding a feather fan in his hand, and looking at him mockingly at the corner of his mouth.
"who are you?"
The young man sneered: "Fatty Wang, you seem to have forgotten that a few months ago, our fighters came back to the Magic Mansion from outside. As a result, because the identity token was lost, your father was reluctant to let us into the Magic Mansion."
Wang Deqiu's father had been watching the door before. Later, when Wang Deqiu came back, the key was handed over to him.
Therefore, he has not seen these people leave the hallucination, he has no impression, so the identity token is their only proof, who knows that these people lost the identity token, he is the gatekeeper of the hallucination, They must not be allowed to enter the fantasy house.
When Wang Xiaopang was reminded by him, he suddenly realized: "So it was you? My father didn't do anything wrong. Who told you to lose the token? He just followed the rules and regulations."
"Presumptuous!" The young man's hands fell heavily on the table, and he stood up, "Your royal family is just the watchdog of the illusion palace, and all of us in the illusion palace are your masters. As a dog, dare you not let it go? Master, this is your fault!"
He spoke to the watchdog, making Wang Xiaochu fascinated, his chubby face flushed with redness, and he rushed towards the youth.
The youth couldn't help but stepped back. Just as he realized that he was about to move his hands, a chopstick was pierced from the side, passed through his sleeve, and firmly nailed him to the wall behind.
He was taken aback and stretched out his hand to pull out the chopsticks, only to find that the chopsticks were inserted very tightly, and he couldn't pull it out after a few strokes.
At this time, Wang Xiaopang came in front of him again, his fist full of fat banged on the young man's face, and he yelled while beating.
"Who are you calling a watchdog? Your whole family is a watchdog!"
"You..." The young man raised his other hand angrily and was planning to teach the fat man.
Unexpectedly, another pair of chopsticks flew up and pinned the sleeve of his other arm to the wall.
The young man wanted to tear his sleeves into pieces, but he didn't know what was going on, his body couldn't use any strength, and he didn't even tear the sleeves open after several attempts.
"You idiots, what are you doing in a daze?" The young man angrily turned to the guards of Doujia, "hurry up and save me."
"what?"
Those guards were a little dazed.
It's not just a chopstick. The young master can pull it out with just one effort. Moreover, even if you don't pull out the chopsticks, the sleeves can be easily torn apart.
Need them to save this kind of thing
But even though these guards had a lot of thoughts in their hearts, they didn't dare to violate the opinions of the youth, and hurriedly stepped forward and pulled out the chopsticks that were stuck in the wall.
The first thing the youth did to escape from danger was not to settle accounts with Wang Xiaopang, but to look angrily at the people in the restaurant lobby.
"Who? Who was it that tricked me just now?"
Seeing the embarrassed appearance of the youth, everyone was suffocating a smile, but the raised corners of the mouth still betrayed them.
However, the young man had no time to find these smirking people and asked again, "Which bastard was it just now? Since he dared to count me, why should he be a tortoise? Get out of me?"
His eyes were blood-red, and he was obviously unclear of anger.