Wang Xi and Zhao Wujiang were stunned.
Wang Xi's pretty face became colder and colder, and she shouted angrily:
"What are you kidding Wanbao Pavilion?"
Zhao Wujiang realized that he seemed to be being plotted.
"The gold foil of Wanbao Pavilion has black and white words on it, and there are also the soul imprints of Miss Wang Xi and Young Master Zhao Wuyang. This transaction has been confirmed by both parties."
The treasure protector spread out two gold foils:
“Wanbao Pavilion always pays attention to integrity when doing business.
When branding the soul, can we force you two? "
Zhao Wujiang's anger was boiling, and he really didn't force it, because he didn't ask him at all, and before he could react, the soul mark was placed on him.
Ten treasure protectors surrounded Zhao Wujiang and Wang Xi. At the same time, the treasure protectors who originally surrounded Li Chunjun also appeared here, and more than ten treasure protectors appeared out of thin air, totaling more than twenty, blocking the two. The way people go.
"Any treasures traded in Wanbao Pavilion will be delivered to the hands of the person who made the decision, and the mission will be achieved!" The treasure protector said sternly:
"After using the treasure, if you still have any objections to this transaction, you can go to Wanbao Pavilion in each domain in person to complain or discuss, and Wanbao Pavilion will definitely give you a satisfactory answer.
If you are satisfied, you two can give us favorable comments and promote Wanbao Pavilion.
Have a nice day both of you. "
"Qian is the sky, Kun is the earth." More than 20 treasure protectors performed their tricks together, and the world in all directions suddenly changed, like a cage, directly trapping Zhao Wujiang and Wang Xi.
Around Wang Xi and Zhao Wujiang, a picture scroll that covered the sky and the sun was spread out. There was no word or painting on it, and a shocking suction force erupted, sucking Wang Xi and Zhao Wujiang away.
"Please enter the urn." The treasure protectors bowed in unison, politely and domineeringly, and then they all threw bottles of gifts from this transaction and smashed them at the scroll.
The scroll roared and rolled across the sky and the earth. Zhao Wujiang and Wang Xi disappeared between the sky and the earth. The scroll re-folded into a roll, and a faint pink smoke floated out from the scroll.
The bodies of more than twenty treasure protectors turned into quicksand and disappeared into the yellow sand sky.
Not far away, Li Chunjun stared blankly at this scene:
"**, it turns out these people are not here for me, but for Lao Zhao. Lao Zhao is probably in danger again."
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"Best of seven."
"No, five wins out of nine."
Zhuge Xiaobai kept throwing the dice, but every time it was a leopard, which made an unknown fire grow in his heart.
"Can't you afford it?" Wang Junlang, who was silent, finally spoke:
"Kill if you want, why bother showing off."
Zhuge Xiaobai's eyes were a little bloodshot, he stretched out a finger and said word by word:
"Win one, win only one."
He rolled the dice again.
Two gilt dice rolled on the yellow sand. One of them was rubbed by the yellow sand and quickly stopped. It turned out to be five o'clock, right side up.
The other dice is slowly about to stop, and if nothing else, it should be six o'clock.
"Hahaha..." Zhuge Xiaobai chuckled:
"It's destiny, it's destiny, Wang Junlang, don't blame me."
"Bang." A head emerged from the yellow sand, wearing a mask on its face, and handed out a picture:
"The mission must be achieved."
Zhuge Xiaobai's face turned dark. The dice that was about to stay at six o'clock changed from six o'clock to five o'clock because the treasure protector broke out of the ground and shook the yellow sand.
It's the leopard again.
Zhuge Xiaobai felt helpless and weakly took the scroll. He waved his hand and the treasure protector shrank his head and disappeared into the yellow sand.
"Hahaha..." Wang Junlang laughed, and the sharp pain in his chest made him cough continuously:
"Destiny...is like this, destiny is like this! Villager Zhuge, you can't kill me!"
"****." Zhuge Xiaobai tilted his head and cursed. A small knife slipped out of his sleeve and pierced Wang Junlang's waist with a puff:
"Do you really think I won't kill you?"
"No!" Wang Junlang's face was twisted in pain, and his mouth was full of bloody teeth:
"The rule of your Zhuge family is that you must practice what you say and you must follow through. As you just said, you must follow through, otherwise your family crest will be cracked."
