Chapter 17 Mr. Wen

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"Hmm... When our Mermer teardrops fall to the ground, they will turn into pearls. Our Mermer pearls should be considered a trade specialty. We will collect the teardrops from babies crying in previous years for trade in the coming year. "

Qian Nanwu briefly explained to Su Yan.

The sharks are naturally good at weaving, and have the uncanny ability to turn their tears into pearls. Moreover, shark tears are a relatively high-end skin care product in Xia Yu. After grinding pearls into powder, they have very powerful skin care effects.

After applying it, it is guaranteed to be white and flawless. Every day, ladies and ladies will prepare some and apply it a little before attending important occasions to make themselves more beautiful.

Like the pearl that Nanwu gave to Su Yan, it was about the size of a fist. If it were ground into powder and used for skin care, it would last for a whole year. It wouldn't even take a hundred or ten kilograms of spiritual stones to be auctioned here by Xia Yu. That's too much.

In order to get Su Yan to agree to be the breeding sire, Nanwu had also put some thought into it when he presented the token of love.

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After Nanwu sat for a while, he jumped into the river at night and swam home, saying to his fellow tribesmen not to waste their energy by hooking the fence. There was no powerful male beast here, only a milk fox.

"Zhou You! You deserve to die! You really deserve to die!"

Not long after Nanwu left, Su Yan, who was sitting high up in the building with his aunt, was looking forward to closing time. However, a group of young men broke in at the door. They yelled and cursed as soon as they entered, which attracted Su Yan's sideways gaze.

"Huh? Mother, why are you in the pen?"

But the young master did not feel proud for long, because the leading young master who was yelling and swearing saw an extremely mature-looking woman playing cards in the column that was pronounced Goulan and written as Ma Diao Hall. She was startled with arrogance and lowered her eyebrows. A loving mother and a filial son.

"Where's your dad?"

The woman didn't care too much about her son. After giving him a sideways glance, she threw out the horse tag in her hand and basically focused on the card table:

"Don't let me know from your mouth what brothel or Wanhua Pavilion he is currently in, otherwise I will tear your mouth out immediately..."

"No, after my father had lunch, he went out for a walk on the street. He never went to a brothel or Wanhua Pavilion without telling mother..."

The young man was sweating profusely, and the others with him were silent, not even daring to take a breath.

Mrs. Wen's mother-in-law is from the Suppressing Demon Division, and everyone who sees the Suppressing Demon Division in charge of the inspection function is intimidated.

Mrs. Wen, who comes from such a family, exudes the air of interrogating prisoners in every word and action, and her calm and assertive attitude scares her own son to the point of weakness.

"Um......"

After Mrs. Wen nodded gently, Wen Juntong crawled around the ladies, ran to the back, and caught Zhou You who was about to escape through the back door.

But because his mother was still alive, Wen Juntong didn't dare to make any noise in the lobby. He caught Zhou You and took him directly to the backyard where Su Yan usually practiced.

"Auntie, aren't you going to take a look?"

Su Yan witnessed everything from the enclosed building and looked at his aunt and asked.

He was not worried about Zhou You being beaten, he was just worried that the beating would make a mess all over the floor and he would have to clean up the floor for them. This way... this way... Su Yan would need to charge extra for such a service. of!

"There shouldn't be any problem. They look like they know each other. Besides, how can a monk in the Qi Refining Stage teach a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage..." The aunt waved her hands and didn't pay too much attention to the fight between the children.

"Then I'll go take a look..."

After her aunt said it was okay, Su Yan quickly ran to the second floor, opened the door of Xiao Bai's bedroom, and lay on the window sill to watch what was happening in the backyard.

Su Yan likes joining in the fun very much!

"Zhou You, tell me whether you deserve to die. You defrauded me of my New Year's money for three years, and you said you were going to cover me. Now look at what you're covering for me."

Wen Juntong looked ferocious, holding a pet that looked like a small wild boar in his hand.

After he finished speaking, he raised the creature that looked like a young wild boar in front of Zhou You.

"Won't you dodge a big stick when you see it?

——Sandstone! "

The little wild boar had a very bad mouth and started to curse Zhou You three times a second.

"Hey, hey, hey... why are you attacking me personally? Keep your 'Shan Huan' away."

Zhou You seemed to recognize the creature. He turned aside and did not have the courage to face the little wild boar.

Although it looks like a small wild boar, the real name of the small wild boar is Shan Huan. It is a kind of monster that lives in the mountains and forests without any physical hazards. It has a strong sense of territory. Once a creature breaks into its territory, the mountain will be destroyed. Huan doesn't care what your cultivation level is, just start scolding.

The biggest characteristic of Shanhuan is its bad mouth, but it is also because of its bad mouth that it is a popular pet monster.

"You are a dead liar!"

Wen Juntong had an angry look on his face, and had no intention of talking to Zhou You. He held Shan Huan up the whole time, as if he was holding a swearing Gatling weapon, and shot at Zhou You.

"I...fuck you, why!"

"Old Wen, do you want face? Are you embarrassed? Isn't it normal for business to lose money and make profits? You took advantage of three years of your own New Year's money, which I didn't take advantage of. As for what to cover... How did I know! Whose husband can be beaten on the head while visiting a brothel?"

"My family! Do you have the nerve to visit my father?"

Wen Juntong said with anger on his face: "We agreed, but you actually went back on your word before the battle and caused great harm to my father!"

The feud between Zhou You and Wen Juntong started two years ago when they had just turned sixteen.

Unlike Zhou You who likes mountains and rivers and exotic places, Na Wen Juntong has always had hopes for Wanhua Pavilion.

As soon as he reached adulthood, Wen Juntong wanted to ask his father to take some spiritual stones and spend the night in Wanhua Pavilion.

Father Wen was shocked and waved his hands, and told Wen Juntong seriously that Wanhua Pavilion has a background in magic. Although it is like running a hook on weekdays, intelligence and assassination transactions are secretly carried out there. If your mother knows, she will still leave you and me. Their skins were dried on bamboo poles?

No, no, go visit a brothel!

But Wen Juntong is also a stubborn person, but he just wants to find a Jindanqi sister to drink with him.

After going back and forth, Father Wen also had a different idea. The father and son planned an autumn outing to taste the smoothness and tenderness of the skin of the first-level immortal cultivators in the Wanhua Pavilion.

And Zhou You was part of the plan. For Wen Juntong, he even lent his best friend a sum of money to realize his dream.

As a result, that bastard Zhou You escaped from the battlefield and lacked a whistleblower.

The Wen family's father and son were directly arrested, and other people who were traveling with him also suffered a loss of face.

Mrs. Wen directly led the troops into Wanhua Pavilion and beat up the Wen family father and son.

Since two years ago, Wen's father's life has been as boring as a monk's. The maids in the family have been replaced by servants. There is not even a female in the huge Wen mansion. If Wen's father glances at a woman when he is out shopping, the servants can make Wen My father died badly when he returned home.

"Tell me, is my dad's life miserable enough?" Wen Juntong angrily scolded Zhou You for being despicable: "As long as you say you don't have time that day, we won't be like this. If my dad commits suicide, it will definitely be on you!"

"Can you blame me? When we were visiting the brothel, why didn't you act more openly and just go there in a loud voice! I've never seen you so bold! You didn't even put on a disguise and just entered through the front door openly!"

Zhou You was unconvinced and responded to Wen Juntong.