"Hey, this rocking chair..."

Before the fat old man could speak, he seemed to have noticed something and reached out to touch the armrest of the rocking chair carefully: "The skeleton of the demon king, apply the juice of the Anshenhua..."

"Can calm the mind and exercise the spirit..."

"Good stuff."

As he said that, he looked at the ordinary little table beside him.

"Tiantongmu."

"The tea cup is jadeite..."

This looked very ordinary and even a bit dilapidated, but it surprised Jiujue a little.

"Um..."

"You should have a Jiujue from the black market."

"Is he here?"

Yu Sanshui pondered for a few seconds, returned to peace, sat in the rocking chair again, looked at the fat old man and asked.

"After senior, there is no Jiuju in our black market? You are joking."

"But a group of ordinary citizens who are obedient and compliant, and legal, are just doing a small business."

The fat old man was neither humble nor arrogant, and just stood in front of Yu Sanshui and responded softly.

"Oh..."

Yu Sanshui chuckled and refused to comment: "It should be absent, otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to hide it."

He thought something, then slowly stood up and looked at the fat old man with a gloomy smile on his lips: "Since he is not here, then..."

"Robbery!"

"Put everything in the room!"

"If you think you can beat me, then give it a try!"

Like a bandit.

I was originally here to talk about things, but as I talked, I turned to another result.

It has to be said that to a certain extent, Yu Sanshui and Yu Sheng have similar effects.

"Senior, joking."

"If you like it, so what if this manor is given to you."

"Just something outside."

The fat old man was still not happy or sad, but what he said made Yu Sanshui feel a little embarrassed.

What a god is outside the body!

I mean I'm very poor?

People are chatting like this, and if they rob themselves, they will seem to be not deep, and they will still be jealous if they don’t rob.

For a moment, Yu Sanshui was put here.

"Um."

"Since you give it sincerely, I won't accept it, but instead hit you in the face of the black market."

"Thanks."

After a full and half a second of psychological struggle, Yu Sanshui made this difficult decision.

He first moved out a large box made of Xingmu in the corner of the room, then stuffed items in the room into the box, and finally held the box in one hand and the rocking chair in the other.

"It's better for you to do things in the black market."

"Um..."

"You have investigated me before, and I will leave it alone."

"According to this, it must have been arranged by my good son. That little guy doesn't respect me as a father at all."

"But next time if I find your people..."

"It's not the ending."

"If you have time, please tell me a little guy named Zhao Zicheng for me...well...."

"Just talking about the grudges from that time, I still remember it. He would better go to the detention center for a month, otherwise I would send him there in person."

For some reason, Yu Sanshui did not have the idea of ​​leaving a message to Yu Sheng, but instead was thinking about Zhao Zicheng.

Perhaps the month he lived in a single room in the detention center had become a pain in his heart.

"Next, that little guy."

"I actually said that I was hired by him."

"I'm a good son, and I'll become his brother at any time."

"Yu...Yu..."

"hehe..."

At this time, he was like a protagonist who had hidden names. Finally, under oppression, he stood up to resist and took revenge one by one.

That "broad" mind...

"Go away!"

"Oh, by the way, there's a tough guy who's been chasing me. If nothing unexpected happens, he'll be here in ten minutes."

"It's better to be careful. There are not many people as kind as me."

When he walked to the door, Yu Sanshui seemed to have suddenly remembered something, turned around, smiled and instructed, and then walked away completely, disappeared from the fat old man's vision in a few steps.

"What a strong revengeful heart..."

"If I hadn't donated these property on my own initiative, I'm afraid he wouldn't have even been chased and killed."

"What I will face at that time will be a Jiujue..."

The fat old man stood at the door, narrowed his eyes slightly, muttering to himself, with a cold light in his eyes.

"here..."

“There is no need for anything to exist.”

“That mountain…”

The fat old man looked at the artificial short mountain full of demon plants outside the window, as if he was thinking about something: "Give it to Moge, please leave a favor."

“The black market seems to be too swaggering lately.”

He shook his head slightly and walked out of the room slowly.

As he left, the shop collapsed and turned into a ruin.

In the lake, a hideous giant beast exposed its head and looked here.

"You stay."

"Don't worry, even Jiujue will not attack you easily."

"After all, this is Mocheng."

As the fat old man finished speaking, the giant beast indulged in the bottom of the artificial lake again and disappeared.

The fat old man just carried his hands on his back and gradually moved away.

About five minutes after he left, the guy in black robe appeared silently in the ruins.

He stayed in place, as if sensing something. After a while, he turned his head, looked at the location of the lake next to him, and disappeared again.

After he left, a head was carefully drilled out of the lake again, looking into the distance with some fear, as if he was being watched by some terrifying existence just now.

The movement here also attracted the patrol guards. When they broke into the manor and saw the low mountain full of demon plants, they were stunned for a moment.

"Black market, gift."
Chapter completed!