Chapter 887: The nouveau riche will only use money to solve the problem

Chapter 887 Nouveau riche will only use money to solve problems
Bei Ming, the lord of the ghost city, implements the principle that he must be unconditionally accustomed to his master to the end. Seeing that a man must have the bird's egg that he wants, he also sees the high-ranking Jiang Wangzheng looking at him with sharp and cold eyes. tired.
Whether it is the owner of his own family, or the man who is under one person and above 10,000.
They are not easy to deal with...
At this moment, Bei Ming, his mind is full of different kinds of countermeasures.
He needs a way.
Both can solve the vicious fighting behavior of these two men.
You can also let your master succeed in winning the Luan Bird Egg without spending a dime.
He racked his brains to think of ideas there.
And just when Jiang Ziwen, under Feng Jinxuan's proposal, was preparing to shoot a high price, without giving the mysterious man in front of him a chance to win the Luan Bird Egg...
Bei Ming had an idea and suddenly stopped "Dou Jin".
"Wait! Wait a minute!"
The string of tourmaline jade pendants on Bei Ming's left earlobe dangled with a gleaming dark glow. He curled his lips and smiled, licentious, his peach eyes curled up with a smile, and his eyes were full of light.
"What's the matter again!" Jiang Ziwen stared at Xiang Beiming displeased, with a cold expression, his eyes filled with sullen anger.
Bei Ming first bowed respectfully to Jiang Ziwen, showing respect and apology. Then, he opened his eyes and started talking nonsense, "Master Jiang, this is the case. I, as the master of this ghost city, is a strange treasure tonight. The organizer of the beast auction suddenly felt that the Director General of the Three Realms Management was right. No action can damage the peace of the Three Realms or harm the harmony between the Underworld and the Human Realm. This is because the ghost market has been largely affected by Lord Jiang and this adult. Destroyed, I think, this is a good deal of money. You two will pay me the compensation. We will find another way to be fair and just, without hurting the harmony of the two families, and without ruining money, but also able to win the bird's egg, how? "
Bei Ming is a businessman who has been in the ghost city for thousands of years. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a black-hearted businessman.
Therefore, letting him spend money is tantamount to killing him.
But he didn't dare to disobey his master's order, so he could only find another way and think of a tricky way.
"How can you tell me to listen to this king."
Jiang Ziwen is tall and majestic, standing with his hands behind his hands, his posture is extraordinary, standing there is extremely frightening.
"mora."
Bei Ming smiled awkwardly and looked down, as if he also felt that this method was like a joke, a little embarrassed.
For a moment, Jiang Ziwen thought that he had heard it wrong, his eyes were incredibly angry, and Bei Ming shook with anger and roar, "What did you say? Tell me again!"
The calculating Bei Ming touched his nose, with a guilty conscience and a trembling body, he hid straight behind Feng Jinxuan, looking like he was afraid of King Jiang, but a closer look revealed that he had no fear in his eyes, only shrewd.
"Guess boxing! Two wins in three sets, whoever wins the egg will go to whom! I call it a free gift! Don't you understand it! Lord Jiang yells at me? If you can win the opponent, the egg will be given to you directly!"
Bei Ming blocked his ears, for fear that Wang Jiang would yell at himself again, and his words would fall. With a look of "Master, you take care", he casts on a man who is standing on the side and hanging up high.
The man was stroking his chest and coughing up blood, and suffered a "skin wound". The wound has not healed due to the concentration of evil spirits and resentments. In theory, this injury is nothing at all, but the man seems to have intentionally let the person not far away When a certain girl saw it, she felt distressed, so she showed a particularly painful look.
It is also very scheming.
When Jiang Ziwen heard the words, his cold and ruthless eyes squinted sharply. He looked at Bei Ming as if he wanted to drill a hole in his body. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and burst out angrily, "Guess the fist? Are you playing this king?" "
"Why? Lord Jiang looks down on guessing?"
Bei Ming hid behind Feng Jinxuan, and felt that the only one who could be used as a cover was the director of the Three Realms Public Security Administration Bureau.
"Funny! What a fool! You are such a joke!"
With close together, Bei Ming pointed angrily, Jiang Ziwen roared thunderously.
Think about it, too, the dignified lord of the underworld, the ghost and who controls the power of life and death, suddenly has to guess the box with others to win the treasure, speak out, and laugh off his teeth.
At this moment, a certain mysterious man with a long body, unable to hide his dignity, covered his face with a black scarf, looked at the dark clouds that gradually dispersed in the sky, and sneered coldly at Jiang Ziwen: "The nouveau riche will only use it. Money solves any problems, how? Jiang Ziwen, are you afraid? Afraid of losing?"
When the words were over, the man and Bei Ming looked at each other tacitly.
One sing and one harmony, the stimulating method seems to be effective.
Sure enough, Jiang Ziwen sneered coldly. Looking at the mysterious man, it was like looking at an ignorant man who would never have his status in this life. "Will this king be afraid of you?"
Hearing the words, despite the fact that the chest wound had not healed, the man felt even more painful. He opened his sleeves in a cool and handsome manner, but he still wore gloves and stretched out his hand. His voice numb decisively. Two wins, whoever wins the egg, don’t talk nonsense with you."
"..."
Jiang Ziwen was speechless, Wang Zhi scorned, staring at the man who was trying to guess the boxing with himself as if he was mentally retarded, snorted coldly, and slowly opened the brocade sleeves of his python robe, reluctantly joining the ranks of boxing.
He never expected it.
One day, she would actually use this trick to indulge herself to the end, and win a luan bird's egg that is very attractive and practically useless.
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Yuno was "petrified" in place, and his jaw-dropping jaw almost fell off.
Ling Shiyin no longer dragged her away, but looked at the same amazed not far away, the two men squatting under the moon, among the ruins, gestures and guesses...
What a dramatic scene.
Tangtang Jiang Yan Wang, and another mysterious master, went to the moon to play guessing, just for an egg.
Ji Yuno stared at the two proud and incomparable figures not far away.
The clouds dispersed, under the quiet moon, a black scarf covering his face, a mysterious and intimidating man, gracefully squatting on the ground, shrinking his hands and feet, hesitantly playing a psychological war with Jiang Ziwen on the opposite side.
And Jiang Ziwen...
Extremely impatient, but for the Luan Bird Egg, he was willing to do such an insult to the face of the King of Hades. His sword eyebrows flew into the temple, domineering and cold, extremely arrogant.
Vaguely, I could still hear the two men who were still fighting in the first second, but rarely co-existing peacefully in the next second.
"You can't get out anyway!" Jiang Ziwen roared, obviously lacking patience.
"What's the rush?" The mysterious man's voice was evil and enchanting, which made people wonder.
"Hurry up!" Qingjin jumped wildly.
The man is very calculating and extremely clever. He should have thought of a good way, his phoenix eyes curled up and provoked: "Jiang Ziwen, Guier, whether you know who I am or not, you will never have her in your life, next life, and forever. "The man leaned closer and sneered, "She is my person for life, and my ghost for death. You have no chance."
In the next second, just as the man expected, Jiang Ziwen clenched his iron fist, and was about to throw a punch at his cheek!
At this time, the man jumped back and a "cloth" came out.
Quietly asked: Who of you thought of this plot? Guess it.
If not, how many monthly tickets! Hahahahaha
(End of this chapter)