Lin Huang looked at Lin Beichen's back with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Hehe...mistake, mistake..."

Fatty Bai laughed twice, shook his butt, and stood up.

"You don't know how to lose weight?"

Lin Huang said with a dark face.

"Before, I insisted on doing exercises in bed, but then I started to eat more and more meat. Alas... As for eating less..."

As Bai Xiaopang was talking, he suddenly sat down on the ground and looked at Lin Huang pitifully:

"Boss Lin, I'm hungry. I haven't eaten for half an hour."

Lin Huang looked startled, turned around and ran away.

…

In the end, Lin Huang was led by Fatty Bai by the feet and dragged into the largest Tianxiang Restaurant in the imperial city.

Even though Little Fatty Bai weighs more than 400 pounds, he can really run very slowly, and his level of martial arts also shocked Lin Huang:

The Seventh Heaven of Human Yuan!

Lin Huang doesn’t know what kind of virtues Little Fatty Bai has?

He can sit but never stand, he can lie down and never sit down, a lazy guy who is no match for a pig will never be able to practice martial arts seriously.

But Bai Xiaopang had just entered the seventh level of the Human Yuan. Lin Huang could feel that if Lin Haoran stood in front of Bai Xiaopang and started a real fight, the latter would be slapped to death by Bai Xiaopang.

Naturally, Lin Huang couldn't escape from Bai Xiaopang's clutches and was dragged into Tianxiang Tower.

"Shopkeeper, kill a cow for me and serve all the dishes to me."

Bai Xiaopang walked into Tianxiang Tower and said proudly.

In the restaurant, the old shopkeeper, who was about to lose his teeth, was running faster than a rabbit. He kept chanting: "Every day makes a fortune, every day makes a fortune."

Ever since Bai Xiaopang started eating like crazy, he has gained the reputation of making money every day.

"Fortunately, you have a father who is the Minister of the Ministry of War." Looking at the majestic back of Little Fatty Bai, Lin Huang sighed to himself.

"Boss Lin, you just pretend to be sick. Why don't you lie down for three years so that you can avoid a fight with Prince Lingyun? Why are you so stupid?"

After the two of them sat by the window, Fatty Bai said with disdain.

"Why should I pretend to be sick when it's okay?"

Lin Huangdao.

"Then why did you wake up suddenly? You were obsessed. You won't get better at all if you become obsessed. It's not pretending to be sick. You can't stand it after only two years. It won't last at all!"

Bai Xiaopang scolded.

Lin Huang shook his head helplessly, feeling that he couldn't explain it to Little Fatty Bai.

"Isn't there still one year left? Either I win or I lose, the outcome is 50-50!"

Lin Huang said indifferently.

"Well……"

Little Fatty Bai was stunned, staring at Lin Huang with wide eyes.

50/50?

Fifty-five points to your sister!

If you don't get hung up and beaten by Prince Lingyun, you will be blessed all over the world.

Your brain won't be kicked by a donkey, right?

Just when Bai Xiaopang looked at Lin Huang with an incredulous look on his face and complained endlessly in his heart, a cold scolding suddenly sounded from the building:

"Shopkeeper, since when did Tianxiang Building start raising pigs? Do you not want to open this restaurant?"

Immediately, Lin Huang felt a gaze cast in his direction. Looking for the voice, he saw a young man walking out of the private room. He was dressed in gorgeous brocade silk and satin, with a white jade belt with a crane pattern around his waist. His face was somewhat ordinary.

A folding fan in the hand is slowly shaking!

In the winter...

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Chapter completed!