400: C400 Who Dares to Bully My Little Brother

C400 Who Dares to Bully My Little Brother

"Tsk, just a piece of trash. I even managed to cultivate successfully!"

"What can you do if I mess with you today?"

"Don't talk about today, I'll give you a hard time in the future when I see you again!"

Chen Zhuren cut him off with a face full of contempt.

It was just a piece of trash, yet he was still able to cultivate. Killing him wasn't a joke at all.

He was a level three Jindan, and his age was younger than Peng Ertao. His talent was also better than Peng Ertao's.

He didn't know if Peng Ertao had the courage to say this.

"Let's do it. We want to order some dishes for our senior brother Ergou-zi."

Chen Zhuren raised his hand to signal his henchmen to attack.

"Who dares to bully my little brother!"

A childish voice sounded in everyone's ears.

Chen Zhuren and his henchmen looked over at the same time.

"Did I hear it right? That brat actually said that Peng Ertao is his lackey!"

"I'm dying of laughter, you haven't even grown all your hair yet, and you're still a little brother. You look like a little brother to me!"

"This child is probably still stuck in the middle of playing house and hasn't recovered his wits yet."

When everyone saw Ye Xiaofan's expression, they all started laughing out loud with eyes full of disdain.

"Where did Toddler come from? Hurry up and get out of here. Do you believe that this old man will not like you? I'll kill you!"

Chen Zhuren squinted his eyes and said coldly.

The thing that annoyed him the most was being disturbed when he was doing things, let alone a little brat who hadn't even grown all his hair yet.

If it wasn't for Ye Xiaofan being so young, Chen Zhuren would have caught him to fight with.

"That's right, that's my brother's voice!"

After Peng Ertao heard Ye Xiaofan's voice, his body trembled and he froze on the spot.

"Big brother!"

Peng Ertao turned around. After he saw Ye Xiaofan's appearance, he sobbed with his nose, his eyes were a little red, and his teeth were trembling as he shouted loudly.

He thought that Ye Xiaofan had fallen under the Ancient Capital City of Desolation, he never expected that Ye Xiaofan was still alive.

"Hahaha …"

"What did Peng Ertao just say? He called that kid 'Big Bro'?"

"This is too funny. As a student of the academy and the disciple of the dean, he's lived for dozens of years. He actually recognizes a little kid as his big brother. If I were him, I'd probably smash him to death with a rock."

"I don't know if Peng Ertao's family knows, but he came to the academy to take a little kid as his big brother. Would they want to push him back into the academy to start anew?"

When Chen Zhuren's henchmen heard Peng Ertao's words, they were slightly stunned before they nearly burst into laughter one after another. This was the most boastful thing they had ever seen.

"Peng Ertao, you're really going back to work day by day."2

"Even if you become the Principal's disciple, you won't be able to change your lowly character."

The corner of Chen Zhuren's mouth twitched as he said in disdain.

"Ergouzi, why are you crying? You're such a grown man, why are you still crying?"

Ye Xiaofan ignored the words of Chen Zhuren and the others. When he saw Peng Ertao's bloodshot eyes, he said in disappointment.

"Big Brother, I had thought that you were using Ancient Capital City of Desolation …"

Peng Ertao snorted and said with a trembling voice.

When Ye Xiaofan heard Peng Ertao's words, he immediately understood what happened.

so much that they thought he had died in the Ancient Capital City of Desolation.

"You're f * cking cursing me to die!"

Ye Xiaofan glared at Peng Ertao and cursed in annoyance.

"No, no, how could that be!"

Peng Ertao shook his head and said in a hurry.

He didn't dare to curse his big brother.

"Brat, since you're not going to get lost, then be careful of your little arms or legs. Will they break in a bit?"

Chen Zhuren said impatiently as he didn't have the patience to watch the conversation between Ye Xiaofan and Peng Ertao.

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