Chapter 887

Beiming, the master of ghost market, carried out the principle that he must be used to his own master and son to the end unconditionally. When he saw a man, he must have the Luan bird's egg in his mind. He also saw the king Jiang who was standing high on the other side and examined him with sharp and cold eyes.

Whether it is their own master son, or this one person under ten thousand people above the man.

Are not easy to deal with

At the moment, Beiming is full of countermeasures.

He needs a way.

Both can solve the two men's vicious fighting behavior.

Also can not spend their own ten cents, let their master son successfully win Luan bird eggs.

He's racking his brains to think about it.

At the suggestion of Feng Jinxuan, Jiang Ziwen is going to bid a high price and not give the mysterious man in front of him any chance to win the Luan bird eggs at one stroke

Beiming had an idea, and suddenly stopped "Dou Jin".

"Wait! Wait a minute, gentlemen

On the left ear of Beiming, a string of tourmaline jade pendants dangled the glittering and shining dark awn. His lips curled with a light smile, and his eyes were full of pure light.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Ziwen glared at Beiming in displeasure, with a cold look and sullen eyes.

At first, Beiming bowed respectfully to Jiang Ziwen to show his respect and apology. Then, he opened his eyes and began to tell lies, "Lord Jiang, this is the case. As the owner of this ghost city and the sponsor of the rare and exotic animal auction tonight, I suddenly feel that the general director of the three circles management just said is right. No action can damage the peace of the three worlds and damage the underworld The harmony with human world lies in the fact that ghost market has been greatly damaged by King Jiang and this adult. In my opinion, it's better to forget the fight of gold. I'll make half of the money. We'll find another way to be fair and just, not to hurt the harmony of the two families, but also to seize Luan birds' eggs without breaking money? "

Beiming is a businessman who has been in ghost market for thousands of years. It is not too much to say that he is a black hearted businessman.

Therefore, to let him lose money is to kill him.

But he did not dare to disobey his master's orders. Therefore, he could only find a new way to solve the problem.

"Tell me what you can do."

Jiang Ziwen is tall and majestic. He stands with his hands down. His posture is extraordinary. Standing there, he is extremely frightening.

"Guessing."

Beiming embarrassed a smile, drooping eyes, as if he also feel this way to say like a joke, some embarrassed.

Slightly a Leng, Jiang Ziwen once thought that he had heard the wrong, incredible anger staring cold eyes, thunder rage, roaring North Ming a shake, "what do you say? Say it again to the king

Beiming, who is good at calculation, touches his nose. He feels guilty and trembles. He hides behind Feng Jinxuan. He looks like he is afraid of King Jiang. If you look carefully, you can see that he has no fear at all, but he is only shrewd.

"Guess! Two wins in three sets, who wins the egg! I call it free! It's a free gift. Understand! What do you want me to do? If you can win the other party, the eggs don't need money, they will be sent to you directly! "

Beiming blocked his ear hole for fear that King Jiang would yell at himself again. With a look of "master, take care of yourself", he threw himself at a man who was standing on one side and had nothing to do with himself.

The man was caressing his chest and coughing up blood, and suffered from a "skin wound". Due to the accumulation of evil spirit and resentment, the man has not yet healed. But in theory, the injury is nothing at all. But it seems that the man intends to let a girl not far away see it and feel distressed, so he shows an unbearable pain.

It's also very ingenious.

On hearing this, Jiang Ziwen's cold and ruthless eyes suddenly narrowed sharply. He looked at the northern Ming Dynasty as if he wanted to drill a hole in his body. Suddenly, he clenched his teeth and burst out with anger, "guess fist? You play the king? "

"Why? Does King Chiang despise guessing? "

Beiming hides behind Feng Jinxuan. He thinks that the only one who can be used as a cover is the director of the General Administration of public security.

"Ridiculous! that 's monkey business! You are such a fool

Two fingers close together, angry pointing to the northern Ming, Jiang Ziwen thundered.

Think about it. The Lord of the underworld, the God who controls the power of life and death, suddenly has to guess fist with others to win the treasure.

At this time, a mysterious man with a long body and a black scarf covered his face looked at the clouds gradually spreading in the sky, and sneered at Jiang Ziwen: "only the nouveau riche can use money to solve any problem, what? Jiang Ziwen, are you afraid? Afraid of losing? "

Words down, the man and the North Sea tacit understanding of one eye.

It seems to be effective.

Sure enough, Jiang Ziwen sneered coldly. Looking at the mysterious man, it was like looking at an ignorant and unruly man who could not have his position in his life. "Will the king be afraid of you?"

The man hears the speech, regardless of the chest wound has not healed, even more oblivious to the pain, smart and handsome to open the sleeves, but still wearing gloves, stretch out his hand, decisive, sarcastic, voice slightly heavy evil four, "that guess boxing, three sets of two wins, who wins whose egg, not with you nonsense."

“……”Jiang Ziwen was speechless, but Wang despised him. He looked at the mentally retarded man who wanted to guess with himself. He disdained to snort coldly. He slowly lifted off the brocade sleeves of his Python robe and reluctantly joined the ranks of guessing boxing.

It never occurred to him.

One day, I will use this kind of children's play to win a Luan bird's egg with excellent ornamental value for her indulgent girl in the end.

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Ji Yunai was petrified in situ and his jaw almost fell off.

Lingshiyin no longer drags her to leave. Instead, she looks at the two men who are squatting in the moon, among the ruins, comparing and guessing fists

What a dramatic scene.

Jiang yanwang and another mysterious master, playing guessing, just for an egg.

Ji Younai is staring at the two figures not far away who are proud of the world.

Under the dark moon, the mysterious man with black scarf covers his face. He squats gracefully. He is shrinking his hands and feet. He is hesitating and playing a psychological game of guessing boxing with Jiang Ziwen.

And Jiang Ziwen

He was extremely impatient, but he was willing to do such a humiliating thing for the Luan bird's egg. His sword eyebrow flew into the temples, arrogant and cruel.

Vaguely, you can still hear that the two before a second are still fighting each other, but the second is hard to live together peacefully. The men crouching and guessing fists are fighting each other.

"You can't get out!" Jiang Ziwen roared, obviously impatient.

"What's the hurry?" The mysterious man's voice is evil and charming, which is hard to understand.

"Hurry up!" Green tendons jump.

The man is good at calculation and extremely clever. He should have thought of some good way. He bent his eyes and said, "Jiang Ziwen, no matter who I am, you can't have her in this life, next life, forever." The man approached and sneered, "she was born to be my man, and death is my ghost. You have no chance."

The next second, just as the man expected, Jiang Ziwen clenched his iron fist and was ready to wave it on his cheek!

At this time, the man jumped back and produced a cloth.

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