"It's not to pay back your money, I'm so full that I go to sell it!"

Xiao Yan didn't feel good; I didn't even have enough food for myself.

At that time, Xiao Meng felt that he had been hit by the top of the five thunders, and was struck to the outside and tender inside.

What does it mean to shoot yourself in the foot? That's it.

But shouldn't this be something that only exists in the legend?

"San brother, you haven't answered my question yet. How did you know that I went to the Temir Auction?" Xiao Yan asked;

"I won't tell you what can you do?" Xiao Meng glanced at him sideways and almost roared;

Xiao Yan; “…”

"Oh, Lao Si, who put on makeup for you? He is quite stylish!" Xiao Meng realized that Xiao Yan's face was bruised, and he could vaguely see that the scalp inside his hair was red and swollen.

Xiao Yan pulled the corner of his mouth, his face looking a little ugly.

"Fourth brother, who was beaten by you? Tell me, I'll avenge you," Xiao Meng suddenly found that his heart was a little balanced.

Xiao Yan smiled embarrassedly and said, "Third Brother, you misunderstood. This is caused by me when I was practicing martial arts."

"Haha, is that?"

Xiao Meng almost burst into laughter, but he didn't even point it out.

"Let's go to have a meal first!" Xiao Yan really didn't want to talk too much about this topic. He was beaten up with a sack last night, but he couldn't see who it was.

As for Lao Yao, he was busy absorbing the power of the soul-raising wood to practice, and was worried that Xiao Meng would come to ask for the soul-raising wood sooner or later.
Chapter completed!