The main table was silent.

This plot, isn't it?

What about the reversal that is said to be good?

What about the moral kidnapping that is said to be good?

Look at the posture of the old leader, if his henchmen don't leave, he will have to kneel down and beg himself.

"Really go?"

An old and serious henchman hesitated.

I'm afraid that the old leader is playing tricks, Mission Impossible.

"Get out!" Guo Qingtian couldn't bear it anymore and scolded. "Get out of here!"

When the people saw this, they immediately scattered.

Even Guo Zhengzhong didn't dare to stay.

He seemed to vaguely see a gold medal on the table just now.

It is very similar to the two dragon soul orders in Zhang Ruoyu's hand, but it is much bigger, and in terms of shape, it is also more skilled.

Before leaving, he peeked at his grandfather's sweaty appearance, and Guo Zheng was a little messy in the center.

What do you mean?

Is that the third Dragon Soul Order?

Our old Guo family, is this a stab at the nest of dragon soul tokens?

Guo Zhengzhong shuddered and decided to be discharged from the hospital overnight and fled back to Yanjing, never setting foot in Binhai City again in his life.

Who are they?

Big fart, little thing, play so big? Interesting?

Sending away his henchman and grandson, Guo Qingtian wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with all his heart: "That was definitely a misunderstanding just now——"

"Alright." Mrs. Han withdrew the Dragon Soul Order without a trace and pouted. "Hurry up and get out with your little brother, don't disturb my Yaxing for my big birthday."

"Yes, let's go." Guo Qingtian got up in a hurry, not daring to delay for a second.

The holder of the dead dragon soul order, Guo Qingtian still dares to be presumptuous.

A Living Legend –

If he dares to jump, the sky on the coast is still not him, it's hard to say.

But the land by the coast must have him three feet.

Before leaving, Guo Qingtian wiped his sweat, turned around, his face faded with fear, his eyes looked at Mrs. Han with adoration, and said in a trembling voice: "Good chief." ”

"Hmm." Mrs. Han waved her hand lightly.

Guo Qingtian ran away with a disgraced face.

He has been a soldier for two years, and this chief shouted as a small soldier.

Personal enmity is personal vendetta, and it can't be avenged anyway.

But as soon as Mrs. Han took out the first dragon soul order in Huaxia, Guo Qingtian had to give Mrs. Han absolute respect.

With Mrs. Han's age, she could get the first Dragon Soul Order, how many times did she have to go to the front line back then? How many hard battles were fought?

It can even be said that the reason why China has today's tranquility and prosperity.

Mrs. Han has made great contributions and is a living martyr.

Guo Qingtian and his entourage came majestically and walked away with a disgraced face.

The guests didn't know how the negotiations were going.

But one thing is for sure, the sky on the coast has gradually changed from the shape of the Guo family to the shape of the Han family.

He didn't even dare to come to the birthday banquet, and Lu Taisui, who was afraid of provoking the fire, just boasted of being a gambling god after learning the news.

"Brother Zhang, do you see it?"

Mr. Han glanced at Brother Zhang arrogantly: "Who doesn't have a Dragon Soul Order?" ”

After that, he twisted his waist to pee.

But the heart is turbulent.

The old lady is so good?

That brother Zhang is really the president of Gao Panben!

Zhang Ruoyu sat down with a strange expression and glanced at the little old lady meaningfully.

The owner of the first Dragon Soul Token?

How much does she know about her life experience?

"Little granny." Brother Zhang said in a deep voice. "Your business to me—"

"I don't know anything!" Mrs. Han shook her head like a rattle.

"Why don't I tell you?" Brother Zhang squinted.

"I don't listen!" Mrs. Han said proudly. "I'm old and forgetful. Even if you say it, I'll forget it right away. ”

Zhang Ruoyu couldn't cry or laugh.

The unparalleled national warrior, the owner of the first Dragon Soul Token, is actually a scoundrel here?

But it doesn't matter.

Brother Zhang has a heart to protect the little lady, and it has nothing to do with her identity.

In his eyes, the little old lady is the little old lady.

A kind little old lady who spoils herself to the sky.

In this way, it is very reasonable for the dead old ghost to say that the only person he admires in his life is the little old lady.

Who doesn't admire such a woman?

Guo Qingtian was blown away, and the guests stepped forward to congratulate him on his birthday.

Looking at the little old lady's eyes, it seems to be looking at God.

The little old lady was also very heroic, holding a cup of boiled water that was passed off as liquor, and directly circled.

Every time I take a sip, I take a sip and it seems to be very spicy.

Brother Zhang and Mr. Han were a little unable to interject, so they simply slipped to the empty table next to them to eat.

Mr. Han didn't talk to Brother Zhang because the little old lady took out a piece of dragon soul order.

The main reason is that I am afraid of Brother Zhang's inferiority, after all, my father-in-law's brand belongs to the style of the little old lady.

Men, they all have to save face, Mr. Han understands.

"What is the standard for this Dragon Soul Token?" Mr. Han gossiped. "Don't you say that only four pieces have been produced in Huaxia in 40 years? Why do your dad have it, my grandma has it, it doesn't seem to be worth much. ”

Brother Zhang took a sip of liquor, squinted his eyes and said, "A really awesome person, still rely on this kind of brand to support him?" As soon as you show your face, you will blow up the field directly. ”

"That's right." Mr. Han nodded thoughtfully, and suddenly made a difficulty. "Then why does your dad have it, my milk has, General Zhang has it, but you don't?"

"You have?" Zhang Ruoyu's face sank.

Mr. Han pursed his lips and glared at Brother Zhang.

This president has a prominent family background, beautiful as a fairy, has been dressed and eaten since he was a child, and spends money like dirt, what do you want this thing for?

Looking at Brother Zhang's incompetent and furious appearance, Mr. Han's red lips turned up, and he used the spiritual victory method: I have you, Brother Zhang.