Three hundred and ninetieth chapters are full of cattle
Ning Yi looked back and saw a strange person, a young man with a ponytail, slightly narrowed eyes, a hooked nose, about 1.8 meters tall, and a stern face...
He is strange because in addition to his ponytail, he is also wearing a pair of cyan training clothes and a pair of leggings on his legs. Although he is young, he is also wearing a pair of old-looking training clothes and a pair of weird-looking gaiters.
No matter how you look at the leggings, they don't look coordinated.
However, there doesn't seem to be any big problem with this guy dressing like this. It feels like he should dress like this.
Cultivation level, mid-range orange level. Apart from Feng Yingruo, this is the student with the highest level of cultivation that Ning Yi has seen in this college, and it seems that he is still a freshman.
But he didn't come in alone. Behind him was a middle-aged man, a fat middle-aged man with a smile like a squatting Maitreya Buddha. He stood respectfully behind the braided man like a follower. He should be a
Someone like a bodyguard or personal butler.
But you must not underestimate him. This fat man's cultivation is actually at the early stage of Huang level.
This is already the top master among warriors.
A freshman, whose cultivation level is already at the early stage of orange level, is accompanied by a bodyguard who is at the early stage of yellow level cultivation. This battle is definitely the largest in the history of Phoenix Academy.
The person who threw the bag on the bed that Ning Yi wanted was the stern braided man, and the voice was undoubtedly that of the braided man. The bodyguard with early yellow level cultivation followed him in, without saying a word, with a pair of small eyes.
He squinted and looked around, as if looking for possible dangers.
Finally, his eyes fell on Ning Yi, and he seemed to smell something.
"Fuck. You are impatient, right? You dare to compete with my boss for a bed. Get out of here." Huang Dali became angry when he saw that someone dared to compete with Ning Yi for a bed, and he was still a freshman.
This was a perfect opportunity to please Ning Yi, so without hesitation, he picked up the black luggage bag thrown by the bespectacled man from the bed and threw it to the ground with a bang.
"Crack!" A sound of electronic products breaking came from the bag.
Based on Ning Yi's judgment, it was probably either a laptop, a tablet, or a large-screen mobile phone.
When the braided man saw this, he just frowned slightly. He was not angry. On the contrary, the Maitreya Buddha's eyes immediately locked onto Huang Dali.
He bent his wrist slightly, and a bright yellow fighting spirit instantly appeared.
When Huang Dali saw it, he immediately wanted to die. He was frightened. The hand that was originally supporting the bedpost fell and he sat directly on the floor. His body was shaking like chaff and his teeth were chattering.
.trembling constantly.
What the hell, did you go out today without reading the almanac? All the people you met were gods. Needless to say, Ning Yi, this guy is now a famous figure in Haiyang District. I was blind and wanted to stop him. Fortunately
He didn't care much and even accepted him as his younger brother.
But in the blink of an eye, I offended someone again. It was obvious. It was another new student. I don’t know how high this new student’s cultivation level was. But he could use a top expert with a yellow level cultivation level as a bodyguard. In Haiyang District,
Apart from the Kazekage, it is difficult to come up with the second one.
It’s over, it’s over, it’s all over. Should the freshmen of this class be so evil?
Huang Dali's forehead was covered with big beads of sweat. He glanced at Ning Yi pitifully, hoping that he would say something, but seeing Ning Yi's silence, he was probably as shocked as himself.
Although Ning Yi is very good, the fat man in front of him is a yellow-level master.
"Um... I'm sorry, I made a mistake." Huang Dali climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and picked up the black luggage bag that fell on the ground with trembling hands, trying to give a more appropriate explanation, "If this thing...
If it breaks, I will pay... I will pay the original price... no, double, double the price."
He was already a little incoherent. Damn it, why are you pretending to be so bad? Why are you pretending to be awesome today?
The young man with a stern face slightly curved his mouth, staring down at Huang Dali with interest, while waving his hand to let the fat man behind him lose his fighting spirit, and then looked like a cat catching a mouse.
Look at Huang Dali.
"Okay, you want to pay, right?" The braided man smiled slightly, looked back at the fat man, and said slowly in a joking tone, "Uncle Ke, could you please tell him how much he should pay."
When the Maitreya Buddha heard this, he immediately walked forward with a smile and said calmly: "It doesn't take much, one thousand and eighty!"
"One thousand and eighty...Okay, okay, I will pay immediately." Upon hearing this, Huang Dali felt as if he had received an amnesty and agreed. As he said this, he immediately took out a wallet from his back pocket, "
I’m going to get the money right now.”
"Wait a minute!" the fat man said with a smile, "I haven't finished speaking yet, why are you in a hurry?"
Upon hearing this, Huang Dali's body immediately seemed to be frozen, and he immediately stood on the spot and asked flatteringly: "Then please continue."
"I underreported one unit." The fat man looked at the black luggage bag that Huang Dali carefully placed on the bed and said lightly.
Huang Dali immediately realized that there was a coldness in the air, and this matter was definitely not over, but he still trembled and asked hesitantly: "What...what unit?"
"Ten, eighteen million." The fat man's smile did not diminish, and he reported the number with a smile.
"Eighteen million?" Huang Dali almost fainted. Damn it, do you think this is a money printing machine? Even if it is a money printing machine, if it prints 18 million, if a piece of paper is 100, it will still be
One hundred and eight thousand copies were printed.
Even if this black luggage bag is filled with gold, it might not be so expensive.
Huang Dali was speechless. He glanced at Ning Yi sideways and found that the latter was still indifferent. He had no choice but to say in a low voice: "This... what is in here? Did you say it wrong?"
The fat man raised his chin slightly and said, "You can open it and see for yourself."
After Huang Dali heard this, he decided to go all out. He gritted his teeth, stepped forward and took out the black luggage bag, ready to open it.
"Yeah!" As soon as his hand reached the zipper, the fat man spoke again, "I thought about it, opened the bag, and the compensation is not this price."
Huang Dali's hand suddenly stiffened. Even though he was a fool, he understood that they were deliberately playing with him.
But looking at them, it didn't look like they were joking.
Look at Ning Yi again. At this moment, he simply folded his hands on his chest and leaned against the bed shelf, looking like he was watching the fun.
Qin Bai, on the other hand, seemed to be unable to bear it. He walked over and smiled heartily at the braided man: "Brother, we are all students of the same school. Is there anything we can't discuss carefully, right? This Huang
Although brother was a bit reckless and shouldn't have dropped your luggage bag on the ground, but since it has already happened, I think this brother Huang will not refuse the compensation as long as it is reasonable."
After Qin Bai finished speaking, the braided man was still like an ice sculpture. He just glanced at Qin Bai coldly and simply closed his eyes. When the Maitreya Buddha heard this, he smiled and said: "Haha, it's a bit
mean."
Then he looked at Qin Bai and asked: "Little boy, do you mean that our young master's luggage bag is not worth 18 million anymore?"
"Whether there are 18 million, you have to take them out to find out." Qin Bai responded neither humble nor arrogantly.
"I said it's worth 18 million, and it's 18 million." The stern-looking man with braided hair added calmly.
Qin Bai was choked speechless by these words, but then he frowned and said firmly: "This is your fault. If the thing is really not worth 18 million, how can you force others to pay compensation?"
Where are your 18 million?"
When the braided man heard this, his eyes turned slightly cold and he glanced at Qin Bai.
Qin Bai shuddered involuntarily after being looked at like this.
"I can see, you want to stand up for this guy!" The fat man came over, looked at Huang Dali, who was about to wet his pants, and sneered, "In this case, the eighteen million will be yours.
Let the two of you bear it together."
"What...why...why?" Qin Bai was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party would be so unreasonable.
"What's your name?" The fat man ignored his words.
"Qin Bai!"
"What about you?" The fat man turned to Huang Dali again.
Huang Dali glanced at Ning Yi, despairing. Ning Yi must not have dared to offend these two people.
But now there is no other way. He has been forced to go to the end of the mountain. The only thing he can do is to plead with him. If Ning Yi doesn't help him, he may not be able to get through this obstacle today.
He took a deep breath, looked at Ning Yi, swallowed and was about to speak, when Ning Yi finally spoke: "Don't ask them, eighteen million, right? It's quite reasonable."
Huang Dali was confused. He finally understood that Ning Yi was in the same group as these two people, right?
"This little brother understands the truth." The fat man smiled, looked at Ning Yi, and then returned to Huang Dali, "If you don't have money, you can pay in installments."
"No, I'll pay the money for him." Ning Yi came over, stared at the black luggage on the bed, stretched out his hand, picked it up, and shook it, "So, from now on, this thing belongs to me.
That’s it.”
"You pay for him?" The fat man was stunned, "Are you kidding me?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Ning Yi said lightly, "Account number!"
Maitreya Buddha and the braided man looked at each other, while Huang Dali was confused again!
Damn it! This... what kind of awesome guy is this? Eighteen million, and he just agreed without blinking an eyelid? It's eighteen million, not eighteen thousand, brother. (
To be continued...)
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