The manager was so confused that he knew that he had been stabbed behind him, so he finally came back to his senses.

After wiping the saliva at the corner of his mouth, he was thinking about how to "make things difficult" the person in front of him so that he could "apologize". Another voice sounded in his ears. When he heard this voice, the in charge almost knelt down.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Xiahou? You're here to sign up too?"

This sound was like thunder on the ground, and it rang in the ears of the people around.

There is only one family with the surname Xiahou in Zisu City, and there is only one Xiahou prince in Zisu City.

What's even more "coincidentally" is that the person in charge of the selection matters in the past few days is also surnamed Xiahou - it is Xiahou Ze's father, Xiahou Yi.

Fu Ze didn't understand why, but he was just annoyed again why he was so reckless today. He bowed and said, "I'm disturbing my lord, but my servant couldn't stand it. I borrowed the throne and we'll leave in a while."

Then how dare the in charge say more!

He quickly smiled and said, "It's not a problem, it's not a problem. Mr. Xiahou can sit as long as he wants. By the way, the young master doesn't say anything, so he can send someone to pick him up."

Fuze said, "Oh, there is no need to worry. I just watched the fun in the caravan building for a while. It was getting late, so I flew over with the servant."

When I heard that, I didn't have any blindness to make trouble for Mr. Xiahou, and the manager was about to go to the horizon. Fortunately, I would not be angry. After reacting for a while, the manager grasped the key point:

"Flying, flying here? Did the young master fly here?" Why didn't he see it?

Fuze said embarrassedly: "Well, I saw too many people just now, and I was afraid that I would hurt people if I flew low, so I flew a little higher, and it was a little faster. It was normal for the adults not to see it. I don't know, but there is something wrong..."

"It's OK, it's OK..." After saying several words of "okay", the manager wiped the sweat from his head embarrassedly.

My goodness, why didn't this Xiahou Master make a big splash? Why haven't you heard of him so powerful before? I recalled what I did after seeing him several times, and it was not until I made sure that nothing went wrong that the manager felt relieved.

Over there, the small basket obviously couldn't recover for a while.

Fuze had to ask the steward to take care of the steward. The steward was obviously unsuccessful. If Mr. Xiahou said "please", he would definitely devote himself to his work!

After receiving repeated guarantees from the person in charge, Fu Ze signed up and prepared to get up and leave.

"Hey, Brother Xiahou, wait for me, brother!" A somewhat familiar young man called him from behind.

When Fu Ze heard this, he turned around and saw a bright young man wearing a slim dress. His long ink hair was simply tied up with a light-colored hairband. His face was handsome and his starry eyes were full of spirit. After seeing Fu Ze, his eyes were bright and his smile could not be more obvious.

While Fu Ze was still looking at him, he ran over and hooked up Fu Ze's shoulders, looking like two brothers were good.

If Fuze hadn't known that he had met him once, he would have thought they were both good friends. Oh, I forgot, maybe this person is really Xiahouze's friend.

This is a bit embarrassing.

Fuze's memory is endless. Although he was drunk on the day of the palace banquet, he remembered it a little when he recalled it. The one in front of him was the son of the Minister of War.

"Young Master Zhou, why are you here too?" He said hello at the right time, neither rude nor neglected him.

The young master Zhou put away the folding fan in his hand, and knocked his head with a distressed look. He looked worried and sighed, "Brother Xiahou, I didn't think you were coming. If I knew you were back here, I wouldn't have to hang out with my father at home. I promise to ride a horse and run away immediately!"

Fuze: Does it have a lot to do with you whether I come or not?

The young master Zhou seemed to have expected Fuze to say no to reply. He threw away the folding fan in his hand and pulled Fuze forward.

After passing the bustling registration office, there are various courtyards and lofts in front of you.

Qingtang tiles, pavilions, towers, and carved railings and jade. The outermost part is surrounded by flat courtyards. Although it can be seen that this was not built in the past two years, it was well maintained and did not show any sign of decline. It was just like the Buddha was built. After walking a few more steps in the interior, I had to sigh: It really responds to the scenery of "five steps, one floor, ten steps, one pavilion". Although it is not extremely luxurious, it is ingenious and ingenious, which makes people linger.

Fuze has seen too many buildings, which cannot be summarized in just one word. There are magnificent ones, gentle and exquisite ones, or solemn, magnificent, magnificent, green tiles, red tiles, carved beams and painted buildings... But there is no time to see so many things at once!

No wonder the road to top scholar is so blocked. At this moment, Fuze seemed to know why so many heroes put down their figures and participated in this selection... Behind this, I'm afraid there is more than the power of Zisu Country.

It's interesting.

Fuze was pulled away by Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou didn't care whether the people behind him could keep up with his pace, and kept rushing forward. It was not the first time he saw these buildings, but every time he saw them, it was almost no different from what he saw last time, and he was still a little surprised.

Of course, no matter whether you are surprised or not, the movements under your feet will not affect them.

Fu Ze's mouth bent slightly. This kid is comparable to Le Cheng's some, but his temperament is obviously much better than Le Cheng.

"Mr. Zhou, please slow down. Anyway, there are so many people queuing behind us, so we won't be late, right?" Fuze didn't want to run over so quickly because he found that the style of these buildings is somewhat like Mount Everest...

Also, a white jade bell was hung under the eaves of each building, either big or small, swinging with the wind but silently. No matter how you look at it, it is the same as the three-season bell on Mount Everest!

Hearing Fuze's gasping sound, Young Master Zhou quickly put down Fuze's hand. His father said that Young Master Xiahou's health may not be very good, otherwise he would not spoil his son so much in his style. He took Young Master Xiahou so fast today, if something happened to this person...

Young Master Zhou couldn't help but shivered. If the emperor didn't beat him to death, his father would beat her to death!

Thinking of this, Young Master Zhou almost turned into a wet nurse. He quickly looked up and down to see if there was any accident in the person in front of him. He checked together, but fortunately, Young Master Xiahou was just a little tired, his face turned slightly red, and he was a little panting.

Fortunately, he doesn't have to die.

Fu Ze, who was examined up and down with a red look, did not hold it in his footsteps and took two steps back, holding the fan that had been thrown away by Mr. Zhou and picked up by him - the fan bone is a good century-old purple bamboo. If handled properly, it can be added to the cinnabar and made into a short-term water-avoiding talisman.

Seeing that the boy in front of him seemed to be frightened by him, Young Master Zhou touched his nose embarrassedly. He opened his mouth to say something, but frowned, and hesitated and couldn't speak.

Fuze had a strife in his heart. He was the worst at dealing with such a naughty good baby! This was simply a collection of Le Cheng's naughty character and Zhongli Chao's simple life.

"Well, Mr. Zhou..."

As soon as he said that, he was interrupted by Mr. Zhou, "Hey, Brother Xiahou, I call you Brother Xiahou. That's because my father insists on me calling that. You don't have to call me that, why are you so polite? Just call me Chenxing, or just a single word Chen."

Fuze had no choice but to scream: "Chenxing."

This kid didn't tell him his name before, so he remembered to tell him his name.

As for whether the real Xiahou Ze knows this, it is not within Fu Ze's consideration.

"Hey! Then I'll call you Ozawa! It looks kind like this, so don't say I'm not old."

Fu Ze curled his lips and smiled. He didn't know whether his character was good or bad. If he had always been blessed by his family, he would be good in his life. If it were...

Forget it, everyone has their own ambitions, and he is worried about it again.

Thinking of his own worries, Fu Ze felt strange. At this moment, whenever he thought of Jiang Zhu's expression of a dead-hearted expression, he always felt that something was missing.

When you toss and turn, some strange thoughts will pop up in your mind unconsciously.

It seemed that someone touched his ear and advised him: If you didn't think so much, you wouldn't be where you are now.

We would not go to Wuti Mountain because we were worried about whether Qian family had been on the slope, we would not fall into a trap because of doubting Fang Huaishuo's conspiracy, we would not be in danger because of curiosity on the murals on the stone slab, and we would not be seriously injured in order to break the formation of Canmingjian, and our old friends would not know each other...

Is that true? Is that true?

He was seriously injured, and even if he lost his life, Fuze didn't care at all, after all, he died as much as possible.

But... it seemed like the day when his blood was gushing, the man looked desperate and helpless. He must be very sad...

"Ozawa.Ozawa!"

Ah, he seemed to call me that day. It turns out that this is the feeling of being cared for...

Seeing that the man was lost intently as if Fu Ze was a demon, Zhou Chenxing tried to shake his shoulders, but the man was even more distracted. This scared him. Could it be that anyone around him had tampered with Master Xiahou?

Thinking of this, Zhou Chenxing felt his neck was cold.

"Xiaoze! Brother Xiahou! Look at it and come back to your senses! If you don't come back to your senses, I'll hit you! I'll hit you!"

As he said that, he swung his little fist and greeted Fu Ze's handsome face, which was like a beautiful jade.

Fuze was just thinking about it and suddenly a ringtone rang in his ears - Sansheng Bell!

Before he could think about it, he saw a fist attacking his face! Fu Ze tightened his body, then he raised his breath and flew up, and then he put a talisman on the person who attacked him. Unless he was an old monster for hundreds of years, he would definitely not be able to break free. He kicked it with the flow, and the man flew straight out, and he knew that he had hit the wall and stopped.

"Chenxing! Why is it you?" Fuze then saw clearly that this person was Zhou Chenxing.

Zhou Chenxing, who was beaten inexplicably and was in tears, was about to cry and said, "Brother Xiahou, in terms of cruelty, you dare to be the second. I promise not to compete with you. It's so amazing! Tell me quickly, how could you fly so high all of a sudden! Also, what was the thing you just stuck to me? Why can't I move suddenly! And..."

"Chenxing, I'll help you up first. I'm sorry, I've just gone too far." Fu Ze tore off the talisman on Zhou Chenxing's body, destroyed it casually, and patted the soil on Zhou Chenxing's body. Seeing that his face was still a little "miserable", Fu Ze pinched it out again...

"Wow! I can move again! Hey, Brother Xiahou, my body doesn't hurt anymore! Also, you were a magic weapon just now, I finally know why the old man asked me to follow you. From now on, I, Zhou Chenxing, will be your younger brother. If you ask me to go east, I will never go west, you let me..."

"Boss Xiahou, go slowly. I know this path and I will take you..."

"Boss Xiahou, listen to me tell you about these broken houses, this is what it is..."

"Boss Xiahou, you..."
Chapter completed!