A few words in a row made the half-century-old man unable to get off the stage, and a trace of bluish white appeared on his well-maintained face.
"Do you want to apologize?"
"Are you going to fight or not?"
The old man was furious, and his eyes turned red: "You bitch. I'm going to slap you..."
Snapped!
I threw it at Zijinzhu!
It's just that this time the half-hundred old man was not drawn, and the purple golden bamboo was held in Huang Guanyang's hand.
"Tongshi!"
"Forget it for today."
Huang Guanyang held the purple bamboo and said in a deep voice: "This purple bamboo belongs to my master. Return it. You go."
I made a backhand, and Zijinzhu took it out of Huang Guanyang's hand: "This is evidence that Xia Erji curses. I have to keep it."
"You are the Two-Arm. Your whole family is Two-Arm."
Xia Erzui bared his teeth like a little tiger and scolded me: "Bring Zizhu back. Otherwise, I'll be rude to you."
"I'm warning you, Lion Dog. I'm not afraid that you are Mr. Lu's student, and I'm not afraid that you'll slap the Long family in the face. That's them. Our Xia family is not someone to be trifled with."
Xia Erju's ability to say these words is enough to prove that this kid is indeed a heartless person.
"Looking at your tone, is your Xia family more powerful than the Long family?"
Xia Erzhu immediately stretched his neck and yelled angrily: "You know nothing. Wait for my grandpa..."
The next words were stopped by Huang Guanyang. Xia Erzui was very unhappy and held it back. He pointed at me and threatened: "Hurry up and give me back my things. Otherwise, I will make you look good."
I spoke softly: "It's not impossible to return Zizhu to you. Apologize to me first. Then we'll see how I feel after it's over."
"You think beautifully!"
Xia Er raised his thin chest and screamed: "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"
I said calmly: "If you don't apologize, then I'll break her up!"
"you dare!"
"you dare!"
"How dare you!" In an instant, many people at the door shouted in unison, with shocked and angry expressions on their faces.
The half-hundred-year-old man showed his fierceness: "Tong, you are tired of living. If you dare to break my master Zizhu, I will break your four legs."
Oh no!
I grabbed the Purple Golden Bamboo with both hands and tried to break it!
Everyone at the door changed their colors.
"Child teacher."
Huang Guanyang growled sternly and pressed my hand: "Zizhu is my master's favorite thing. If you break her up, our Xia family will definitely be incompatible with you."
"The road you are on is narrow enough now, don't go into a dead end."
"If Xia Erji doesn't apologize to me, not only will I have to go down a dead end, but I will also have to cross a single-plank bridge."
Xia Erzhi yelled fiercely: "Master, I will apologize to you. Unless I die."
"Senior Brother Huang, Senior Uncle Shen, just let him take the purple bamboo. I'm telling him he won't survive tonight."
Hearing this, I said calmly: "You don't have to wait until night."
As I said that, I pushed Huang Guanyang away, and the purple golden bamboo smashed at the stone lion at the door. .
Huang Guan's eye-catching eyes and quick hands quickly stopped me for the second time, and shouted in a deep voice: "Master Tong, do you have to do something absolutely right?"
I looked at Huang Guanyang indifferently: "It's useless to apologize now."
Huang Guanyang had a stern face and tried his best to suppress his emotions.
In the dusk, half a hundred old men shouted in a deep voice: "You have to apologize, right?"
"Just follow the rules!"
"What rules?"
The half-hundred old man gritted his teeth and yelled: "Old Yan Capital City used to have rules. If anyone disobeyed, they would pick a place to fight."
"Of course, that's what a reckless bastard can do. Our Xia family is different."
The half-hundred-year-old man stared at me with his two snake eyes, revealing a sinister smile: "You, the poodle, are also doing appraisals, and you were the one who pointed out the Yuan Ren Autumn Hunting Picture."
"I also heard that the Emperor Qianlong's Songyang Hanbo Tu Qianlong's Shroud was made by you."
"You even hit old Mrs. Wang Jingsong in the face during the headquarters pick-up competition."
"You are also a fellow, a master among them."
"Let's just have some fun..."
I was stunned and said curiously: "Playing appraisal? You and me?"
The half-hundred-year-old man smiled sinisterly: "Appraisal... is very common for our Xia family. I admit that your appraisal skills are not bad, but just anyone from our Xia family can kill you."
I couldn't help but sneer and sneered: "Are you kidding me to death?"
"Let’s learn about Yuan Ren’s Autumn Hunting Map."
"Xu Chunxiang can even make a damn mistake in identifying Yuan Ren's Autumn Hunting Pictures. Your Xia family... can you just pick someone to kill me?"
"Don't tell me, Xu Chunxiang is not from your Xia family? Is he still a quasi-Hanlin?"
"How much did you two-arms drink this morning?"
"Did you get feces in your brain or did you eat bean dregs?"
When these words came out, half a hundred old men were immediately dumbfounded, and the white face of Cao Cao, a scheming woman, turned into the maroon color of Guan Gong.
Huang Guanyang looked extremely unhappy, turned his head and coughed.
Xia Erji immediately became mute and couldn't control himself.
The Xia family members next to them looked embarrassed and wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground.
"Okay, okay!"
"You mean to compare the appraisal?"
Next to him, a bald middle-aged man hissed: "Then I'll make it happen for you."
"No need to fulfill it."
I said numbly: "It's still better than others. I'm afraid that by then you won't be able to afford to jump into the Miyun Reservoir together. Your master is too old to save you and throw himself into it..."
"When the time comes, all three generations of your Xia family will seal the Dragon King of the Cloud Reservoir..."
"Tong. Shut up!"
"Don't insult my grandpa!"
"Child Master is seeking death!"
Instead of being angry, the half-hundred-year-old man smiled with sinister laughter and said, "Tong. Since you said you don't want to do appraisals, let's play something exciting!"
I looked at the half-hundred-year-old man and blinked several times: "What do you call him?"
"A disciple of the Xia family. A second-generation disciple. A nobody. Shen Yuming."
"take note of it!"
Shen Yuming called out secretly: "Do you dare to play? Are you brave enough?"
I shook the cigarette ashes and said softly: "Tell me. How to play?"
"Dou Bao!"
"Dou Bao?"
"Yes! Doubao!"
Xia Er covered his bruised face with his arms and yelled impatiently and angrily: "Show all the good things you have and let's have a showdown, who wins..."
After listening to Que Xinyan's words silently, I was stunned for several seconds, and for a time I couldn't believe my ears.
“Whoever’s stuff has the highest historical and economic value will win?”
Xia Er yelled in hatred with his arms bared and his teeth bared.
"right!"
"The loser will compensate the winner with the same value of the baby? Or will he directly win the spoils?"
