C5 Tyrannosaurus rex lion roar

"Hey!" "What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to tell the stylist to remove the label on all the clothes that you prepared for me in the future? Why do you still have it?" When Pavilion Marshal Wang saw the label on his clothes, which was still hanging at the back of his neck, his expression changed and his voice became several times louder.

"I forgot about it when I was busy." She lowered her head.

"I forgot. Do you know that I will feel itchy? My skin will become allergic?" The more Marshal Wang looked at the label, the angrier he got. He then activated his Lion's Roar Technique and roared at Fei'er, who was his assistant.

"I'm sorry, I really forgot. I'll definitely tell the stylist tomorrow!" The assistant, Fei'er, was so scared that she lowered her head even lower. Her eardrums were about to burst from Marshal Wang's Lion's Lion's Roar Technique.

"Tomorrow! Tomorrow! How many tomorrow? Then what should I do today? Are you responsible for my neck? Can you afford it? "

She had clearly instructed her a few days ago, but she had always forgotten that even if she did not forget about this matter, she would still forget about something else. Sometimes, he even suspected that Fei'er did not have a brain.

Fei'er was the dumbest assistant that Marshal Wang had hired. The reason she was able to stay was because she had the best temper among the assistants and was able to endure this' Tyrannosaurus Rex 'skill of Marshal Wang.

"Then... "Then I'll help you remove the label today. I'll definitely remember to talk to the stylist tomorrow." Fei'er's pitiful face turned into a bitter melon as she lowered her head to the point where it couldn't be any lower.

"Be careful not to damage your clothes!" Wang Shouchuan sternly told Fei before throwing the clothes to her.

"I'm a little hungry." Wang Ge said while treating Fei'er as a bite to eat.

On the other side, Fei'er took the clothes and took out a small blade from her bag. She carefully cut the tags on the collar of the clothes, one by one, and carefully opened her eyes.

"Seriously... Didn't I tell you to change it? "You always have a strange taste to your food. Don't you have a brain?" Vice Pavilion Marshal Wang spat out the mouthful of meat in one gulp, then roared at Fei'er.

"Ah …!" It scared Fei'er so much that her hands trembled.

"What happened? Did you get it?" Yukon asked, sitting down.

"No, but …" Fei'er's face was deathly pale, and she gripped her collar not daring to show it to anyone.

You Xun grabbed her hand worriedly and looked at it. "It's good that you're not hurt!" However, when he saw the appearance of Wang's clothes and the collar, his voice became softer. He didn't know what to say. Seeing Fei'er's pale face and her hopeful signal, his head spun rapidly as he thought of a plan.

"Little Feng, I don't like this outfit today. Have you prepared anything else?" He asked his assistant tactfully.

"No!" Didn't you say you liked it when you tried it on yesterday? Why did it change today? " Xiao Feng was also fiddling with his clothes, preparing to let Youxu change into a new set of clothes.

When Marshal Wang saw that he was asking Fei'er about something convenient, not only did she not reply, she seemed to be scared silly by his Lion's Roar and just stood there stunned. She also did not hurry to help him change his clothes.

"If you don't eat, then remember to change it to another one tomorrow. Hurry up and give me the clothes, do you not know?" Vice Pavilion Marshal Wang's tone towards Fei'er turned slightly gentler.

"Understood …" Tao... "Alright." Fei'er answered in a low and slightly stuttering voice, but her hands did not move at all.

Marshal Wang's hand that was reaching out to catch the clothes was just hanging in the air.

On the other side, Yi Zemei only cared about smelly beauties. As expected of the nickname that everyone gave him — Little Mei, after changing his clothes neatly, she even had A-Bin look at him with a large mirror. Watching the violent dragon's liveliness, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"In my opinion, if Fei'er were to enter a mental hospital one day, it would definitely be because of Da Dong being scared silly." He laughed and spoke sarcastically, as he was the closest to Fei'er and didn't know how to respond to the Tyrant Wyrm in a daze. Because of his hand that was hanging in the air, his face slowly flushed red.

Afraid that her brother would suffer internal injuries and pity Fei'er, who was constantly being shouted at, she kindly snatched the clothes from her brother's hands and threw them over to Vice Pavilion Master Wang.

His face turned from red to a dark purple. Looking at his assistant's stupefied expression, he really did not know what to say and could only glare at her, forcefully swallowing the Lion's Roar that had risen up to his throat.

However, when his eyes looked at the distinct gaping hole at the neck of his clothes, the Lion's Roar Technique, which he had just swallowed, once again rose up, resounding through the entire carriage.

"Don't you have a brain or eyes?" Then he threw the clothes to Fei.

"Sorry, you just roared at me …" I'm scared... "Then …" She clutched at her clothes, her head so low she wanted to bury it in her clothes.

"Then it's my fault!" Wang Ge was so handsome that his veins were popping out.

"No …" Not... It's my fault! " Fei'er was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Yi Zemei took the clothes and shook her head. She lightly tapped Fei'er's head with her finger. Can't you have a day of peace? "

You Xun had long seen and wanted to help Fei'er out of trouble, but seeing that Yi Zemei had already done something bad, he took the clothes from Fei'er's hands and sat down next to her. He stopped him who was about to roll his eyes and tried to persuade her: "Okay! "Fei'er, it's not for your own good. Just wear it for the day, no one will see it from the back of your neck."

"Yes! You asked me to just... hah... "Hah …" Vice Pavilion Marshal Wang was the type of person who demanded perfection in matters. He gave a bitter smile as he looked in disbelief at Vice Marshal Wang and the torn piece of clothing.

"That's not good!" Yi Zemei said as she looked in the mirror.

When he heard that, he threw his clothes aside angrily.

You Xun glared at Yi Zemei, and he stuck out his tongue.

Shang Ye Bing sat at the back of the car, leaning against the window with one hand on his forehead and closed his eyes to rest. He turned a blind eye to the bustling scene in front of him. He was already used to the hot temper of the manager of the Wang Pavilion. Yi Ze was a beauty with mischief.

It was as if he was in another world, and it was none of his business if the sky fell.

However, when he heard the last two bitter laughs from Pavilion Marshal Wang, he opened his pitch-black eyes slightly. However, he still remained as cold as usual. He grabbed the clothes prepared for him by his assistant and threw them to Pavilion Marshal Wang and coldly said, "You wear this one …"

The agent, Tom, heard the young man behind him quieting down, and knew that it was over. He turned his head and looked at Shang Ye Bing, who was lazily changing her clothes, and smiled.

"This kid, he's always been able to calm that fellow's anger down so easily. He's much stronger than me!" He sighed and turned back.

He was already used to shouting out roars a few times a day towards the manager of the Wang family who had the title of 'Tyrannosaurus Dragon'. Initially, he was still trying to persuade Zhang Xuan, but contrary to his expectations, that lad's temper only got worse and worse. Regardless of whether or not he was the manager, he didn't give him any face at all. At most, he would just find a new assistant for him and it would become a habit over time. Since the day Fei'er went to work, he hadn't held much hope.

Ah …!" "This will be the last one. I'll definitely do it well. I'll definitely shut up that Tyrannosaurus Rex …" He had never thought of that before.

For Fei to be able to persist until now was already a miracle to him.

Every time Marshal Wang started his Lion's Roar, he would be ready to find an assistant for him and give him another headache.

It's not that easy to be a broker! Furthermore, with his appearance, it would be difficult for him to survive if he had the courage to be mixed in with the other four beautiful men.

"Why is there a mistake about the love of an assistant in Dadong? Weren't other people's assistants doing very well? Da Dong loved to pick his faults, but he was not someone who would cause trouble for no reason! You said to transfer the other assistants to him, alas... It's the same. Either that or that, what's so weird about it? "

The agent, Tom, said to the driver, Big Bear.

"Dadong's nickname is' Lion of the River 'and' Tyrannosaurus Rex '. He must have hair on his head, and every time he starts his Lion's Roar, the hairs on my body rise up. If I get tired from driving in the middle of the night, it would be much better to let him yell twice." the big bear muttered.

"Is that so? This means that the Lion's Roar Technique of the Great Eastern Region is somewhat useful. "

"That's right!" "Haha …" They both laughed.

Suddenly Big Bear looked in the rearview mirror and frowned. "Brother Tom, we're probably being watched by the puppies again."

"Oh?" Tom also looked in the rear-view mirror, and the black Beetle answered, "Watch!" It would be weird if no one was paying attention! "

"However, this bug has been following us for a few days now. I threw it a few times and caught up again. I'm good at throwing puppies, do you want me to shake it off again?" The big bear asked confidently.

"No need! Both Da Dong and Xiao Mei have been obedient lately. The notice has been placed very tight too. They didn't have time to go crazy. You don't need to worry, A-Bing?" "It would be great if he could do something …" Tom said half of the sentence, frowning in a calculating manner.

"Didn't he do very well at the last signing party? Did you have some sort of evil idea again, Brother Tom?" Big Bear glanced over at Tom.

"Ghost your head!" Drive your car! Last time was an accident. " Tom slapped the bear on the arm.