The Strongest Little Devil: Master, Come to Fight!

"Huh, let's not take it as an example." Luo Xiaoman snorted coldly, raised his head, took out a few gold coins, threw them to these women, and said proudly: "This is for you."

"Thank you son, thank you son!"

Seeing these few gold coins, the woman's eyes sparkled, and she quickly thanked her.

Now they don't care whether Luo Xiaoman is a baby or an adult, anyway, he is a rich man.

"Don't bring my son in and be happy?"

"Yes! Young master, please come inside!"

Luo Xiaoman curled the corners of his lips and threw a triumphant look at Mo Yuan, as if to say, Yuan, do you think I pretended to look like? You have to study hard.

The corners of Mo Yuan's mouth twitched, let him learn this, it is better to let him fight against the gods of the transformation stage for 300 rounds, the feeling of **** fighting is much better than this!

As soon as I walked into this land of fireworks, I saw various scenes of playing.

Some men and women are chasing, some men and women are drinking, cuddling, the picture is very swift, making people blush and hot.

Mo Yuan frowned throughout, blocking Luo Xiaoman from time to time to prevent her from seeing some unsuitable images for children.

In this regard, Luo Xiaoman was very depressed. Many of her souls were over a hundred years old. There were no big scenes before, and it was really rare and strange.

"Old bustard, where is this young man's beauty?" Luo Xiaoman shook his fan, thrusting his nose up into the sky, for fear that others would not know how dull he was. "Bring you the most beautiful and attractive young lady here, this son has money!"

After speaking, she sat down and grabbed a jug of wine.

However, a hand quickly reached over and snatched the jug away.

"Yuan!" Luo Xiaoman pouted, staring at Mo Yuan with small eyes, and said dejectedly: "Now it's a special situation. People just drink a little bit, it's okay."

"No!" Mo Yuan looked at her seriously, "Not at all."

Luo Xiaoman's mouth twitched, why can't she think about it so much and want to bring Yuan over?

Of course, even if she didn't want to, Mo Yuan would follow along!

"Hey, come here!" At this moment, the old bustard shook his waist and sat down beside Luo Xiaoman, flatteringly said: "The son is in no hurry! The girls will be here soon! By the way, here we are. I have the best daughter red, and sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed. Would you like some?"

"No!" Luo Xiaoman frowned, and said solemnly: "Today I don't drink alcohol, I only drink tea, and I will bring him the best tea."

After that, she stared at Mo Yuan bitterly, as if she was saying, are you satisfied now?

Mo Yuan nodded, then poured himself a sip of wine, a faint light flashed in his eyes.

Luo Xiaoman was itchy and helpless, who made her only twelve years old now?

No way!

You have to find a time to enter the cultivation tower and cultivate directly to adulthood.

When the time comes, she will have a drink!

Hearing that Luo Xiaoman was about to drink tea, the old bustard's expression froze, and he looked at the short and handsome boy blankly.

It was the first time she heard that someone came to a place like Yihongyuan not to drink, but only tea.

Snap!

Luo Xiaoman slapped several gold coins on the table, and said lightly: "What is it? Do you think this son can't afford it?"

"Hey hey!!" Seeing the gold coins, the old bustard's eyes glowed. He grabbed the gold coins and said with a smile: "Come right away, come right away."