The proud laughter echoed in the underground palace.
"Feng Heguang, I followed your request and asked my people to stop, hahahaha, but that idiot has to jump out on his own."
"Hahaha, don't blame me now, right?"
Feng Wuchen smiled extremely happily.
He felt very happy when he could see Feng Heguang deflated.
"Yang Jiyan, Chu Lexian, Wang Zong, you mobilize everyone and go to Mulan Field now. I want you...to put out enough bets and have a good time with that bastard. Hehehe, I'm a little sorry.
, such a great fun, but I can’t be there.”
On the dragon throne, the wind and light are calm and graceful, and the seat is reclining, holding a reel of ancient books in his hand and reading with gusto.
He raised his eyelids slightly, squinted at the proud Feng Wuchen, and then said softly:
"Wuchen, look at you, there is nothing like you as a son of God. You are just as lowly as your mother back then."
"you……!"
The proud expression on Feng Wuchen's face froze, and he stared at Feng Heguang with a fierce light in his eyes:
"Feng Heguang, I will definitely remember today's humiliation in my heart. Sooner or later, I will repay your Qinglong clan bit by bit."
Feng Heguang smiled, narrowed his eyes, and said thoughtfully:
"It seems that just now was not enough!"
He leisurely took out a mobile phone and dialed the number.
After connecting, he asked gently to the other end:
"How did you deal with Feng Zinan?"
Zhuo Buli's light and fluttering voice came over:
"It's nothing, I just asked him to kneel on the ground and lick the soles of my shoes clean. Oh, I'm a little unhappy. I love being clean the most, so the soles of my shoes usually don't touch the ground very much. If I had known better, I should have done it before my disciple
Wife, just find some dog poop in this neighborhood and stomp on it."
Feng Heguang hung up the phone directly, sighed heavily, and seemed to be talking to himself:
"There is no human habitation for several kilometers around here. Where can I find dog poop?"
Feng Wuchen obviously heard the conversation between him and Zhuo Buli, and he suddenly wanted to slap himself in the face.
I'm such a mean-mouthed person.
He gritted his teeth and shouted in a stern voice:
"Feng Heguang, don't go too far. You really make me anxious. In the worst case, the fish will die and the net will be broken."
There was a hint of indifference on Feng Heguang's handsome and enchanting face:
"It seems that if I didn't clean you up, I would be really sorry for your mother for sleeping with me for so long."
Feng Wuchen's face suddenly became particularly ferocious, almost gnashing his teeth and roaring:
"Yang Jiyan, you... go to Mulan Field immediately. He doesn't dare to target you. Remember, use all your means to kill that bastard named Su Mu. If he doesn't, you will die!"
Yang Jiyan and others were so frightened that they fled from the underground palace as fast as they could.
When gods fight, mortals suffer.
Run away quickly.
They didn't dare to see or hear what was going to happen next.
Over at Mulan Field, Pei Mingqiu was arguing with Su Mu about the bet.
The phone suddenly rang.
Immediately afterwards, as planned in advance, various cell phone ringtones began to ring one after another in the entire bar.
In the end, at least two-thirds of the people present picked up their mobile phones.
Su Mu's eyelids couldn't help but twitch slightly.
The sound of connecting the phone kept ringing:
"It's me, huh? I understand."
"What? Like this? Okay."
"Haha, I'm just waiting. I already dislike him."
"Okay, I got it, I know how to do it."
"Isn't it? Are you playing this big?"
Jiang Wangshu's expression slowly darkened.
But Yu Liuli's pretty face suddenly turned pale.
Even a pig knows something is wrong.
Something must be happening behind these phone calls.
And it definitely can't be a good thing.
Almost all those who were watching the excitement and those who were silent jumped out.
After Pei Mingqiu answered the phone, all the gloom and anger on his face disappeared. Instead, there was unconcealable pride and undisguised murderous intent.
Secretly, a mixture of greedy and cruel eyes were all cast on Su Mu, and he did not even hide his lust. He looked at the Yu family sisters as if they had been reduced to lambs to be slaughtered.
Feng Siming frowned and turned to look at Pei Mingqiu. Pei Mingqiu very excitedly leaned into his ear and whispered something.
Feng Siming was stunned for a moment and stopped talking.
But he soon calmed down, and he still looked like a peerless and independent handsome man from a wealthy family.
In the bar, people began to get up one after another, and then walked behind Pei Mingqiu, staring at Su Mu with malicious eyes.
Jiang Wangshu gritted his teeth and stared at everyone who usually nodded and bowed when they saw him with a livid face.
There is no need for the other party to hide it. With their eyes closed, the air is full of their aura that adds insult to injury.
Especially that kind of murderous intention made Jiang Wangshu's heart skip a beat.
Things got out of control.
I can't imagine what the result will be if Su Mu is stimulated and allowed to kill everyone without any scruples.
And this is exactly what many people like to see.
Because this will definitely make it impossible for Su Mu to represent the entire country in the national destiny battle.
As if sensing Jiang Wangshu's worry, Su Mu turned back with a smile, looked at him and said with a smile:
"Lao Jiang, what's your expression? Are you worried that I will lose or are you worried that I will go crazy?"
Jiang Wangshu's face became extremely gloomy. As the eldest son of the Jiang family, it was impossible for him not to worry about this matter.
The people here represent not only the top families in the imperial capital, but even the top wealthy families in the country.
And behind these people, most of them are from the sect.
In other words, Su Mu, at this critical juncture, must single-handedly challenge the entire ancient martial arts world.
This is simply crazy.
Once any uncontrollable results occur, Su Mu will become the real sinner.
No matter what the cause is.
With Su Mu's strength and background, he has the support and endorsement of his sect, but what does he have standing next to him?
If Su Mu wants him, Jiang Wangshu, to die, all he needs is Su Mu's light words, and as long as he dies well, he, Lao Jiang, will never frown.
Just like just now, he was willing to gamble his life and death on Su Mu.
But is this a matter of his own life and death?
This is not even a question of Jiang family's survival.
Even if he, Lao Jiang, were ten thousand times more important, he would not be able to bear this responsibility.
Any sect is definitely a towering mountain to a secular family.
In front of this high mountain, worldly power, money, and everything else combined are nothing more than extremely fragile chess pieces.
As long as the opponent moves his little finger, no matter how powerful the family is, it will be wiped out.
The manager of Mulan Field was so frightened that his whole body was shaking like chaff, and he no longer had the courage to step forward.
More people stood behind Pei Mingqiu.
And as Yang Jiyan arrived with Chu Lexian, Wang Zong, and the Japanese Fusang man, the atmosphere at the scene reached its climax.
Pei Mingqiu stared at Su Mu with great joy, the muscles on his cheeks trembling with excitement: