A bunch of old men are all fucked!
Poof!
The big Mongolian girl next to me burst out laughing, holding her stomach and squatting down, laughing so hard that her head hung on my ankles.
Anya Emoge Ejimon means aunt.
It’s also a gambling battle between an old man in Tang suit and a Mongolian girl!
The old men who were driven crazy and stupid by me jumping off the building finally became honest!
He was driven crazy, scratching his ears and cheeks, biting his fingers, and thinking about the pot maker. He was so stupid, he was pulling his hair, picking at his limb sockets, eating boogers, and looking at the golden coffin.
The crazy and stupid one was lying on the ground, staring at the cricket pot and the golden coffin, muttering to himself, not knowing what he was talking about.
Cricket jars are something that is integrated into the bones and blood of every Yandu local!
Like this group of educated and wealthy old men in their 50s and 60s, they could talk about the story of crickets and cricket jars for three days and three nights without stopping.
However, these two things of mine have completely overturned their most proud strengths and strengths!
It's like a butcher who has been killing pigs all his life and was kicked out of his balls by a piglet.
Such humiliation and slaps in the face are enough to make them suffer to death, and also enough to make them unable to hold their heads up for the rest of their lives!
After a while, I said indifferently: "It's been twenty minutes. Masters, I'm still alive."
This time, a group of old men no longer had the energy to scold me. They were all dejected and withered, not even half as arrogant as they were just now.
Seeing their exhausted and dejected looks, I didn't stop, but beat the drowned dog hard!
Kill him!
"Please give me a quick message."
"If you can't tell, there are adults in the glass room. You can ask your adults what one plus one equals."
"With your nursery level, there's no shame in it."
This blow is not hard enough.
So, I pointed at the old man in Tang suit and stabbed him again: "Liu Yicong. Master Liu. You can ask Aniya, Moge Eji. Your aunt will definitely teach you well."
Liu Yicong. In the Yandu antique shop, this person has a higher status than Tao Bozhen.
Outside, when anyone sees him, they must respectfully call him Master Liu!
I won't call him Mr. Liu!
It’s you I’m beating!
吭姧吭哧吭哧……
The Mongolian girl next to her sat directly on the ground without any sense of discipline, her head resting on her knees, her right hand kept beating the instep of her feet, and her plump and delicate body was trembling wildly.
The Mongolian girl is laughing like crazy!
My words are not only extremely hurtful, they are even more insulting.
no doubt. The three-flavor real fire of several old men that had been extinguished long ago was revived by me.
"Tong. Come at me if you have any questions. Don't fucking talk about my teacher."
"Fangzhou poor guy. I will fight with you."
"Wait for me. I'm going to Fangzhou to sue you. I'm going to your headquarters to sue you."
My face was calm: "So, that means I won? No need to apologize to you?"
The old men were immediately speechless, and each of them looked fierce, wishing they could eat me.
Ignoring the gazes of the old men who wanted to kill and set fire, he opened one old man's hand, took the cricket lid, and pulled back the golden coffin from the other old man's hand.
Finally, Liu Yicong ruthlessly pulled out the cricket lid from his tightly grasped hands.
"I'm willing to admit defeat. Master, please call my friend Anya, Moge, Ji."
Liu Yicong stared at me blankly, with his mouth open, and his ashen-black face full of anger: "Don't even think about it."
"No need to shout, no need to shout..."
"Gegege..."
The laughing Mongolian girl held her stomach and stood up with difficulty, her red face full of indescribable expressions: "I...I don't have such a big...O Maole..."
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
Grandson Omaure comes out, Mongolia
The older girl laughed so hard that she lay on my back, twitching and slapping my shoulders.
Laughing to tears.
Liu Yicong looked at him dully, his head tilted either to the left or to the right. Apart from embarrassment, shame and anger, the rest of his gray face had an expression of killing me or himself.
I was too lazy to pay attention to this old man, so I just put my things away and left.
At this moment, a long and thin figure covered my feet.
"My father's favorite Quanfu Yongsheng cricket jar, and the golden coffin made by Bei Shuai for Mahakala with a tiger head and big wings. Am I right?"
As soon as these words came out, it was shocking!
A group of old men at the scene, including Tao Bozhen, all raised their heads and screamed in shock.
"Shuai Bei!"
"Teacher, your father?"
"Your father?"
I saw Wang Jingsong pushing away her servant, pushing away the crutches, and limping slowly.
"The Quanfu Yongsheng cricket jar was specially made by Zhao Ziyu for a prince. It is eight taels heavier than the ordinary Ziyu jar. It is the best among Ziyu jars."
While walking, Wang Jingsong said, her eyes never leaving the two things in my hands.
"This cricket jar was passed down to the Republic of China and fell into the hands of my father."
"That year, Jinwei Yandu played a game of insect ancestors. Bei Shuai and my father had a dispute over a cricket fight, and the winnings were five hundred oceans. Bei Shuai showed up with a black sky, and my father showed up with a tiger's head and wings. Watch this battle. There are countless of them.”
"As a result of the gambling fight, the tiger's head and wings were bitten to death, and Mahakala won miserably. He died just after he was released from the cage."
While I was talking, Wang Jingsong had already walked up to me.
"Both Mahakala and Tiger Head and Big Wings were the most beloved things of Commander-in-Chief Bei and my father. However, the two reconciled and became lifelong friends."
"Later, Marshal Bei exchanged five hundred oceans for gold to make a golden coffin, and buried Mahakala with the tiger's head and wings."
"My father also buried this Quanfu Yongsheng cricket jar in Yuyuantan."
Wang Jingsong stared at my hand and said in an angry voice: "I didn't expect that I would see this thing in my lifetime. If Bei Shuai's youngest son knew about it, don't mention how happy he would be."
"Grandson. Did you dig this thing out?"
I responded coldly: "Which of your eyes was watching me dig it out?"
Wang Jingsong smiled sinisterly, her face full of age spots was sinister: "I said you dug it, you dug it."
I responded unceremoniously: "If you're not afraid that I'll sue you for blackmail, just give it a try."
Wang Jingsong's mouth was tilted and her sneer became even colder: "I don't care if you are from Fangzhou, I can still deal with you."
I said something through my teeth: "In order not to scare you, I will take off Fangzhou's skin and wait for you to clean it up."
Wang Jingsong slowly rose up and turned into a cobra spitting out messages: "Try it."
I was completely unmoved, and I went head-to-head with Wang Jingsong: "There's no need to try, you can just blow the whistle now."
Wang Jingsong looked straight at me, her round spectacles shining with the afternoon sun piercing my face mercilessly.
Behind the glasses, there is a pair of twilight and cruel eyes!
The seven old men nearby gathered around and stood behind Wang Jingsong, all hating me!
The Mongolian girl stood in front of me as if she were facing an enemy, and she didn't even dare to breathe a sigh of relief.
This generous and loyal Mongolian girl was not afraid of the seven old men, but she could not resist the pressure of Wang Jingsong, the god and Buddha.
It is indeed not difficult for this giant of a god and Buddha to deal with me!
But, I don't care!
