Happy Occasion (11)

Where did Zeng Song's evil slaves dare to hesitate at this moment, let out a shout and hug up, and instantly pressed Zeng Song down, and when everyone retreated, Zeng Song was already blue and swollen. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

A strong man with a big waist raised a fist and squeezed through the crowd, shouting: "Dodge, dodge, this is what Zhu Ye wants, and those who don't want to die are out of the way for me!"

In front of him, he opened his fist and indirectly passed a piece of Buzhou jade, and the spiritual power was released, and the fluorescence flashed several times, and the ban had already been lifted.

"Very good, let me see what is in this Buzhou Yu, girl, it won't even have a fine ticket, right?"

Suddenly, in a lot of miscellaneous things, I saw a stack of fine tickets at a glance, and immediately grabbed them, unfolded them, and said with a smile: "Okay, good, it's 20,000 years old, it's good, it's very good." ”

This guy raised his head, raised the fine tickets in his hand, and asked Zeng Song: "Are these fine tickets the compensation for the injured and bereavement, Zeng Gongzi, you won't have an opinion, right?"

Zeng Song was discouraged and aggrieved at this time, where could he still say half a word, gently caressing the scars on his face and body without saying a word, but he didn't hear it.

Xiang Qian nodded, and said, "Look, look, your attitude is pretty good now, it was like this earlier, why suffer from the flesh and skin just now, isn't it?"

This guy struck while the iron was hot, and said: "Since Zeng Gongzi is very cooperative, then, let's discuss the compensation of 15 or 6 million Yuan Jing again, how about it?"

Zeng Song's face was like ashes, he still didn't say a word, and said in his heart, I can't admit it if I kill Lao Tzu, fuck you, this is really more ruthless than robbing Jingzhuang!

With a casual hand in front of the direction, a document full of terms and conditions had already appeared in his hand--God pity, this is the masterpiece of this guy who entered the Fang Mansion just now--This guy continued: "This is a confession agreement, as long as you sign this agreement today, take out the Yuan Jing, hehe, this little unpleasantness that happened between us, brother has the right to suffer a little loss, and the past is not to blame, how about it?"

Zeng Song hated it in his heart, but he bowed his head and said nothing.

He waved forward, called a wicked slave who was in a hurry, and said, "You give this agreement to your great-grandson, as long as he signs it, you will be a great achievement." ”

The man was overjoyed, he agreed, took the document with a flattering face, and ran to Zeng Song as if he was flying, and said with a smile: "Zeng Shao, look, now that Zhu Ye has spoken like this, you are old, you are old, what is it." ”

Sneering, the guy carefully handed over the paperwork, Zeng Song pulled it over, but he didn't look at it, "Bang bang," and threw the paperwork on the ground.

The man's complexion changed greatly, and the vicious face of the bully on weekdays flashed, and he was about to have a seizure, and suddenly remembered that the person opposite was still his own master, and he couldn't help but be short of breath, and he had no choice but to turn around and look at someone even more embarrassed.

Xiang had expected it before, nodded, and said, "Don't sign it, right?" It seems that Zeng Gongzi has always been toasting and not eating and drinking. Come," said the man, to the wicked servants, "go and get me the two long poles from my carriage." ”

Suddenly, five or six strong men flew out, and after a while, they had erected the long pole according to the instructions of this guy, and then hung Zeng Song between the two long poles in a large shape.

Xiang Qian waved at a group of people who were gradually surrounding in the distance, and who were looking at this side, and said: "Neighbors, the so-called unjust debtors have owners, in the past and now, no matter who has suffered from Zeng Song's bad luck, there are those who dare to step forward and whip this guy, brother has another reward here." ”

"Well, how do you reward it? Okay, it's calculated according to a hundred years of whip. Of course, if anyone can beat the surnamed Zeng and is willing to compensate for his previous losses, his brother will reward him with another thousand years of Yuan Jing!

"A hundred years with a whip?"

"If you subdue that guy, you can get another thousand years of bounty, this and this ......"

"But will there be a fraud?"

"It's just, look and see, look and see. ”

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd, and there was even more pushing and shoving, but there was no one who really stepped forward to do it.

Xiangqian shook his head and sighed: "Hey, if none of you really have the guts, this good business, my brother will only hand it over to this group of guys who are not people inside and outside." ”

As he spoke, the man's gaze turned to the more than 100 evil servants. Sure enough, more than half of these people had greedy eyes in their eyes.

At this moment, suddenly someone among the people shouted, "I'll try it." ”

The person who spoke up was the big man who led a group of brothers to watch here two days ago. At this moment, he saw him striding over, and took the whip handed over by the long whip Arhat, and he didn't think about it, so he whipped it down according to Zeng Song.

As soon as the "horn" sounded, Zeng Song let out a miserable cry like killing a pig, and said forward: "This hundred-year-old fine ticket is yours." As he spoke, a fine ticket had already flown out steadily and landed in the hands of the big man.

"Oh, I'll go!" "Isn't it just pumping?" ”

In an instant, the crowd was in an uproar.

The big man took the fine ticket and asked, "The surname is Zeng, do you sign it?" Zeng Song took a mouthful, and the big man stopped talking nonsense, and gave this guy another blow with a long whip.

This time, the big man was annoyed that he was spitting, and the whip was sweeping over his face, and suddenly, a bright red blood mark swept across his face from right to left, almost bursting his right eye.

At the same time as usual, he sent out a fine ticket as usual, and advised: "Hey, the so-called thief don't go upstairs, don't bully people, don't bully people, don't remember, don't slap people's faces!"

"Yes. The big man hugged his fists, and was about to swing the whip again, when six or seven people swarmed up, shouting: "I'll come, I'll come, let me come!"

For a while, in order to snatch the long whip, there was even a little confusion.

He waved his hand in front of him and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you guys line up and come one by one, well, for the time being, one person is only allowed to whip once, and if it is an opportunity, there are also some individual talents." ”

In fact, this guy didn't know that the big man just now deliberately kept his strength in order to earn more yuan essence, otherwise, with his cultivation, that whip, I was afraid that Zeng Song's entire face would have been smashed earlier, and he would leave a blood mark.

This man is bold and thick-hearted, and he is very calculating!

Now that someone is willing to take over, he just took the opportunity to replace this person, saving himself from being deceived by him in vain.

Sure enough, as soon as the rule that one person only had one whip came out, not only did more and more people come to line up, but the people who whipped the whip were no longer sparing. Dare to love, who doesn't want to draw the surname Zeng's nod in his own hand and admit it, he has earned a thousand years of Yuan Jing.

"To sign or not to sign?" "Horn!"

"Call you hard-mouthed!" "Horn!"

"If you don't sign Lao Tzu, I'll kill you!"

"Turtle son!" "Horn!" is very nonsensical.