A bunch of old men are all ***!

Poof!

The Mongolian girl next to me burst out laughing, holding her stomach and squatting down, laughing so hard that her head hung down on my ankles.

The Aniya Emo Gejimon language means aunt and grandmother.

It's also a gambling fight between an old man in a Tang costume and a Mongolian girl!

The stupid old men who were driven crazy by me jumping off the building are finally honest!

Crazy like crazy, scratching his ears and cheeks, biting his fingers, thinking about the jar maker, stupidly stupid, pulling his hair, picking at the limb socket, eating boogers, looking at the golden coffin.

The crazy and stupid one lay on the ground, staring at the cricket jar and the golden coffin, muttering to himself, not knowing what he was talking about.

The cricket jar is something that is integrated into the bones and blood of every Yandu local!

Like this group of educated and wealthy old men in their fifties and sixties, they can talk about crickets and cricket pots for three days and three nights without rest.

However, these two things of mine have overturned all the strengths and strengths that they are most proud of!

It's like a butcher who has killed a pig all his life and is kicked out of his eggs by a piglet.

Such humiliation, such a slap in the face, is enough for them to be aggrieved to death, and enough for them to not be able 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 strength to scold me, and they were all dejected and slumped, how could they have been half arrogant and rampant just now.

Seeing their exhausted and sad appearance, I didn't stop, but beat the water dogs!

Dead hand!

"I'm sorry for you to give me a word."

"If you can't see it, there are still adults in your family in the glass room. You can go and ask your adults what one plus one is."

"At the level of your nursery, there is no shame."

This blow is not hard enough.

So, I pointed at the old man in Tang costume and poked him again: "Liu Yicong. Master Liu. You can go and ask you about Ania Emog Eji. Your aunt will definitely teach you well."

Liu Yicong. This is the master in the Yandu antique shop, who is a head higher than Tao Bozhen.

Outside, when mortals see him, they have to be honored as Master Liu!

I won't call him Master Liu!

I'm hitting the master!

吭哧吧哧哧......

The Mongolian girl next to her sat directly on the ground without discipline, her head on her knees, her right hand kept beating her instep, and her plump and delicate body trembled in the waves.

Mongolian chick laughs like crazy!

My words are not only extremely hurtful, but also insulting.

No doubt. The three-flavor true fire that had been extinguished by a few old men was hooked up by me again.

"The surname is Tong. Something is coming at me. Don't talk about me."

"Fangzhou poor ghost. I'm fighting with you."

"Wait for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is going to Fangzhou to sue you. I'm going to sue you at your headquarters."

My face was calm: "So, that means I won? I don't need to apologize to you?"

The old men were speechless for a moment, and they were all fierce and vicious, eager to eat me.

Ignoring the old man's eyes about to kill and set fire, he broke open one old man's hand, took the cricket cover, and pulled the golden coffin back from the other old man's hand.

In the end, he ruthlessly pulled out the cricket cover from Liu Yicong's desperately held hands.

"I am willing to gamble and lose. Trouble the master, call my friend Ania Egge Eji."

Liu Yicong looked at me in a daze, his mouth open, and his face, which was as black as death, was full of anger: "*** Don't think about it."

"Don't call, don't call......"

"Gegege ......"

The smiling Mongolian girl covered her stomach and struggled to get up, her flushed face was full of indescribable expressions: "I...... I don't have such a big ...... Omaul ......"

"Hahahaha, hahaha......"

Grandson Omaul came out, Mongolia

The big girl laughed directly on my back, kept twitching, and kept patting me on the shoulder.

Tears burst into laughter.

Liu Yicong looked at it with a wooden face, his head was not left or right, except for embarrassment and shame on his dead face, the rest were expressions of killing me or killing myself.

I didn't bother to pay attention to this old man, and I started to leave.

At this moment, a long, thin figure covered my feet.

"My father's favorite Quanfu Yongsheng cricket jar, the golden coffin made by Beishuai for the big black tiger's head and big wings. Am I right?"

As soon as these words came out, the stone was shattered!

A group of old men at the scene, together with Tao Bozhen, raised their heads in unison and shouted in shock.

"Beishuai!"

"Teacher, your father?"

"Your father?"

I saw Wang Jingzhen push away his servant, and then remove the crutches, limping and slowly moving his steps.

"The Quanfu Yongsheng cricket jar was specially made by Zhao Ziyu for a prince. It is eight taels heavier than an ordinary sub-jade jar. It belongs to the best of the jade jars."

As I walked, Wang Jingzhen said, keeping her eyes on the two things in my hand.

"This cricket jar was passed to the Republic of China and fell into the hands of my father."

"That year, Jin Weiyan played insects, and my ancestor Beishuai and my father gambled on crickets because of a quarrel, and the lottery was five hundred oceans. Beishuai came out of the big black sky, and my father came out with tiger heads and big wings. There are countless spectators in this battle."

"As a result of the gambling fight, the tiger's head and big wings were bitten to death, and the big black sky won miserably. He died just after he came out of the cage."

As I spoke, Wang Jingzhen had already walked up to me.

"The Great Black Sky and the Tiger's Head and Big Wings are the most beloved things of Bei Shuai and my father. But because of this, the two of them reconciled and became inseparable friends."

"Later, Bei Shuai exchanged 500 oceans for gold to make a gold coffin, and buried the big black sky with the tiger's head and big wings."

"My father also buried this Quanfu Yongsheng cricket jar in Yuyuan Pond."

Wang Jingzhen stared at my hand and said in a resentful voice: "I didn't expect to see this thing again in my lifetime. If Bei Shuai's youngest son knew, how happy would he be."

"Grandson. You dug this thing up?"

I replied indifferently, "Which eye did you look at me digging in?"

Wang Jingzhen smiled darkly, and her face full of old age spots was gloomy: "I said that you dug it, and you dug it."

I unceremoniously replied, "If you're not afraid that I'll accuse you of slander, you can try."

Wang Jingzhen's mouth was crooked, and the sneer was even colder: "I'm not afraid that you are from Fangzhou, I can still clean you up."

I said something between my teeth, "To keep you from being afraid. I'll take off Fangzhou's skin. I'll wait for you to clean it up."

Wang Jingzhen slowly rose up and turned into a cobra spitting letters: "You try."

I was completely unmoved, and confronted Mai Mang with Wang Jingzhen: "You don't need to try, you can shake people and blow the whistle now."

Wang Jingzhen looked straight at me, and the round lenses of her glasses stabbed me mercilessly in the afternoon sun.

Behind the glasses, there are those fierce eyes in the twilight!

The seven old men next to him came up one after another and stood behind Wang Jingzhen, hating me the same enemy!

The Mongolian girl stood in front of me like a great enemy, and she didn't even dare to take a breath of air.

This bold and righteous Mongolian girl can not be afraid of the seven old men, but she can't resist the coercion of Wang Jingzhen, a god and Buddha.

This god-level giant really wants to clean me up, and it is indeed not difficult!

But, I don't care!