The prefect immediately panicked: "Marty? Is it really you? Listen to the explanation of the emperor!"
He turned his face to the side.
Sudden!
The prefect opened his mouth and shot out a golden bead the size of a thumb!
Gu Nuoer hurriedly said, "Brother Si Ming, be careful!"
Ye Siming browed and turned slightly, avoiding the sneak attack.
The prefect took advantage of this opportunity and suddenly stood up.
However, Ye Siming moved his boots and stepped on his neck directly.
He let the prefect sway his limbs, but he could not get rid of them!
Ye Siming's eyes were dark and he was filled with a cold feeling of killing.
He gradually tried hard under his boots: "I found you and came up with you. I still don't repent. If you want to fight with me, you have to practice for another eight thousand years."
Gu Nuoer blinked her round eyes.
Cultivation?
Did Brother Si Ming say it wrong?
Suddenly, Ye Siming grabbed one of the prefect's legs and wrists with one palm.
He actually picked him up directly!
Ye Siming decisively and neatly pulled off the gauze curtain inside the house and tied it to the prefect's two ankles.
The gauze curtain was twisted into one strand, and the other end was hung onto the beam by Ye Siming!
The fat prefect was hung upside down by Ye Siming.
"You are the Eternal Yehou who is killing this day, I... um!" The prefect shouted, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face showed a ferocious look that was not as good as a human.
Before he could finish scolding, Ye Siming stuffed a piece of rag into his mouth.
Gu Nuoer watched Ye Siming stand up straight and move his wrist slightly.
Then--
He punched the prefect in the belly of the throne!
Ye Siming used his strength so hard that the prefect who had the hammer made a tragic "drip" sound, and Gu Nuoer was shocked.
The prefect's face had turned red and he kept shaking his body and struggling.
However, he found that not only could he not escape, but he could not even use his magic power!
What the hell is going on!
Yongyehou in front of him, his flying eyebrows were arrogant, his eyes were cold and arrogant, and he was ridiculous and unrestrained.
"My credit was wiped out by your temporary greed. Pixiu. I heard that you only enter but not leave. I want to see if the gold you eat can't be spit out."
The prefect stared in fear and widened his eyes.
How could Yongye Hou know his true identity?
Gu Nuoer stood up in surprise: "Pi Xiu?"
There are many in the ninth level of heaven, and Grandpa Tiandao asked them to guard the treasure house of heaven and earth.
In the mortal world, it is also a symbol of wealth.
Ye Siming's fist fell on Pixiu's belly like raindrops.
He practiced his skills as a wooden stake.
Not stingy at all, punching fiercely!
until--
"Vomit..." The gold rushed out of the prefect's mouth.
This is also mixed with various gems and pearls.
But he vomited it all, and the scene was really ugly.
Gu Nuoer frowned.
Ye Siming hadn't stopped yet and kept fighting.
The prefect begging for mercy came intermittently: "I...I'm wrong, stop...I'll give it back to you..."
At this point, Ye Siming stopped his fists.
The boy's aura was calm and did not look like he had just moved his fists.
He raised his eyebrows: "How much is the settlement fee in total this time?"
"Twenty-three thousand taels of silver..." The prefect was dying.
When Gu Nuoer heard this huge number, she couldn't help but rush over.
She lifted up the hem of her skirt, raised her little feet and kicked the prefect in the stomach.
"You cheat so much money, it's all the people's wealth and ointment! You can beat you to death with the reputation of Brother Si Ming!"
After being kicked like this, the Pixiu Prefect hiccup directly hiccupped and a pearl popped out of her mouth.
When Ye Siming saw it, he couldn't help but chuckled.