Chapter 908 My name is Fang Jiu
Taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, Bei Tinghuang quickly grabbed the ground, and quickly wiped the dust on her face on her face. The stench on her body could be smelled ten miles downwind, and her face seemed to be stained with monster feces. Almost no one wanted to look at her.
"Humph, don't bother Mrs. Lin Yun. Except for the problem, I will explain it clearly to Mr. Shenjun!" Bei Tinghuang said, "What's the name of the little guy? When the time comes, you can say that you are my long-lost nephew, and you came here to join me."
"Okay!" Bei Tinghuang agreed without saying a word, "My name is Fang Jiu. Don't talk about being a nephew of an adult, I am willing to be my own son."
"Hahaha! I don't have a wife in my life. I'm afraid I can't do it as my son. Although I am my nephew, I will treat you as my own son." What Fang Chi didn't expect was that Bei Tinghuang's mouth would be like this Sweet, still so exciting, he just asked Bei Tinghuang to pretend to be his nephew, this little guy even changed his surname.
How did Fang Chi know that Bei Tinghuang had to change. Whether it's Beiye's name, Huangjiu's title, or Beitinghuang's coquettish name, it's taboo in the entire holy city of Hebrew.
Dressed in a snow-white warrior uniform, with the God of Judgment embroidered on the chest, and a guarding warrior with a gold border on the back, he saw Fang Chi and his party approaching, and was about to salute to let these people pass. He couldn't help asking: "Your Excellency, this little beggar, I'm afraid I can't enter the city. The **** has an order, as of midnight today, only allowed to go out, not allowed to enter!"
"Even I'm not allowed to enter?" As the deacon of the trial, Fang Chi's status in the Temple of Judgment is second only to the gods and elders, and it is far beyond the reach of ordinary judges like Lin Yun.
Seeing that the two adults were about to quarrel, the samurai guarding the city waited for Fang Chi's warning to retreat, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "My lords, it's not impossible for this little beggar to want to go in, as long as his identity is clear, You can go in."
The gods fight, and the imp suffers. He is just a scumbag in the holy city who lives by guarding the city gates. He doesn't want to die in the middle of a fight between two adults. It would be superfluous for any one of them to move his finger and crush him to death.
"She's my nephew, is that enough?" Fang Chi glanced over with a slightly majestic gaze, and Lin Yun, who originally relied on her status as the granddaughter of the Great Elder, also had to step back.
In Lin Yun's eyes, there was deep doubt. He always felt that Fang Chi, does he really only have the strength of a sword star spiritual master? Lin Yun sometimes has an illusion that his strength is comparable to her grandfather.
As for the Great Elder of the Judgment Temple, his strength has reached the peak of the Spiritual Sect, and he is only a step away from the divine rank. Ruo Fangchi's strength is comparable to her grandfather's, which seems unlikely.
"Your Excellency Fangchi, what a coincidence. I didn't expect to find a nephew for Your Excellency Fangchi after drooling. Happy?"
Lin Yun looked Bei Tinghuang up and down, nephew? Go to hell! I really don't know what kind of ability this little beggar has, so that Deacon Fang Chi, who has always been aloof about his affairs, is willing to stand up for her.
(end of this chapter)