In order to make me fall into the trap, the old mean guy even pulled Xiao Beibi in and used a honey trap on me!
However, he didn't expect that I had already seen through his plan!
With Wang Jingsong's moral character of preferring death to surrender, how could she easily succumb to me?
Compared with the old mean, Xiao Beibi is ashamed, annoyed, angry and hateful. His jade face, which is so red that it drips with blood, looks like a cooked red apple under the blazing LED light, and his whole body radiates heat. There are ninety-nine degrees even if there are not one hundred degrees.
At this moment, even the most embarrassing words in the world cannot describe Xiao Beibi's state of shame and anger.
There are many people who use beauty tricks, but those who are as powerful as Xiao Beibi fail...
She was probably the only one.
What a shame!
How embarrassing!
Later, looking at the wonderful expressions on my grandfather and grandson's face, I said "see you later" indifferently and coldly, and got up to leave.
"Stop."
"Tell me the number."
"How much do you want?"
Everyone's cards were exhausted, so I stopped hiding it and told the old mean man directly: "Money. I don't care about it."
The old mean man stared at me with his two dim yellow eyes as big as copper bells, and roared with gnashing teeth: "Ninety million. I'm out."
I hummed softly, tilted my head and looked at Old Despicable, and said in a cold voice: "Ninety million, even three heads are not enough to chop off."
"You paid 90 million to buy three heads?"
"Can you buy Wenbo's reputation?"
"Can you afford it? The reputation of your ancestors that you have accumulated over the past ninety-six years?"
"Can you afford it? You Yandu Antique Shop, where tens of thousands of people have worked hard to build a signboard that has been erected for decades?"
The old mean man's hand held the tea cup tighter, and the blood vessels that were usually too soft to be seen were bulging, as if they were about to burst in the next second.
"How much do you want?"
"I'll give it to you!"
The old mean man yelled this sentence with almost all his strength.
Gangfeng was blowing everywhere, and the wind was strong.
The window glass behind me whined under the roar of the old and mean wind.
I slowly craned my neck and stared at Old Despicable without blinking: "How much money do you have, can you buy me and my parents from being wantonly insulted by you?"
All of a sudden, the old mean man was shocked all over.
I gritted my teeth and said ferociously, "How much money do you have, can you buy me my Yongle Three Treasures Sea Compass?"
The old despicable man's eyes were confused, and he was terrified and horrified.
I stared straight at the old mean man and yelled out the anger that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time: "How much money do you have, can you buy back the shame of being besieged and forced to donate by you?"
In the changing situation, the window glass behind me shook even more violently.
"How much money do you have, can you afford the humiliation of being suppressed and beaten by me, an ant?"
My teeth chattered, I clenched my fists and roared out the strongest sonic boom: "How much money do you have, can you buy back my bones that are broken into hundreds of pieces?"
In an instant, the old mean man shivered and fell backwards involuntarily.
At this moment, in Old Mean's eyes, I saw my own face and eyes reflected in his eyes.
A ferocious and ferocious face!
Ruthless and murderous eyes!
Apart from these, what is left is the fear from the bottom of the heart of the old despicable man!
Scared!
The old meanie is scared!
At this moment, the old mean man lost the arrogance of the Heavenly King in the sun room, and the concealed contempt of Baoli Auction House.
Not to mention it is no longer as motionless as a mountain like the giant Buddha just now.
At this time, Xiao Bei Mu Qingqing was so frightened that she tightly supported her godfather, unable to muster the courage to even look at me.
In the hall, the spring breeze is warm and lazy.
Outside the window, the north wind is blowing!
Apart from the rustling of the window glass, there was no other sound.
"In the end what you want?"
Didn't know
After how long, the old mean finally spoke, making a weak and helpless inquiry.
In front of him, the plum blossoms on the rice paper had been soaked in blood and turned into a shocking blood mass.
"Not really."
I leaned on the chair with a cigarette in my mouth, looking at the old mean like a wild dog lying on the verge of death in the cold wind and heavy snow: "I'm going to watch the three of them go in and step on the sewing machine."
"You will die of old age if you step on it."
"I will watch as the reputation of the Yandu antiques collection circle headed by you, Wang Jingsong, is forever ruined."
"I will watch as the great cultural and scientific experts headed by Ning Cheng are ruined and lose their integrity, and everyone shouts to beat them when they cross the street."
"After these are done, I will make you so angry that you vomit blood, and then I will make you angry to death."
Wang Jingsong said nothing, but her hands kept shaking. I don't know if I'm scared or angry.
But he still sat firm.
Slowly, Wang Jingsong raised her head and looked at me, with indescribable desolation in her eyes and indescribable bitterness on her face, and spoke long and long.
"Before I was thirty-five years old, I was even more vulnerable to beatings than you are now. I didn't know how high the sky was and how thick the earth was. I flew thousands of miles with my sword in the air. I never came back in one update..."
"It wasn't until I was transferred to the place where I jumped in line that I understood a truth during those five years."
"But I will look at the crab with cold eyes to see how long you can run rampant."
I sneered again and again and sarcastically replied, "Now instead of saying that you bully the small ones, are you calling me a crab?"
"You're not as durable as I thought."
The despicable Wang Jingsong in the past would have made the Three Corpse Gods furious when he heard what I said, but now he surprisingly has no reaction at all.
"You can never wait until the day when I apologize to you..."
"Even if I, Wang Jingsong, die without a burial place, don't expect me to apologize to you!!!"
Wang Jingsong pointed at me and shouted in the most miserable voice: "I will fight with you to the end!!!"
Coming out of the warm hall, even though I was wearing a thick down jacket and a snow hat, the chilling north wind ruthlessly penetrated my body from all directions, triggering a chain reaction.
That night, even with the help of an electric blanket, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. .
Half asleep and half awake, I dreamed about the old despicable Ning Cheng and Xu Zheng. Countless people surrounded me in the Jinhe Cliff Cave and beat me crazily. I also dreamed about the people in that village coming to take revenge on me.
Old and young, some holding their heads and dragging their broken legs, and some with faces that are completely different...
They all surrounded me and beat me, bit me, gnawed my flesh, drank my blood, and ate my flesh...
By the time I woke up with a loud roar, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.
