Era: A metaphysical beauty is pampered by a Hong Kong boss

By the time Jun Changsui squeezed in, the quarrel had reached a fever pitch.

Young man: "You see, you are a person who throws things around without doing anything. Instead of throwing the mace to others, why not throw it to me! I will definitely not throw things around like you!"

Huang Mao: "What's more important, people or things? I'm asking for help, not stealing? What's wrong with me?"

puff~

The two of them were bickering like elementary school chickens, so hot-blooded and hilarious!

The young man is being reasonable, otherwise he would have been beaten with yellow hair by now.

Young man: "The rules passed down from the older generation should be followed by those who are capable. In the past, people like you were killed to seize the treasure. I picked it up and saved your life!"

Huang Mao: "You are talking nonsense, there is no such truth."

The young man's eyes glanced at Huang Mao: "Are you here to make up the numbers?"

Huang Mao was a little flustered, but not much.

"Who is here to make up the numbers? I have an invitation!"

The young man glanced at Huang Mao up and down: "Don't you understand the rules of our metaphysical world?"

Huang Mao was said to be flustered again.

"I understand, but I also have to understand the rules of life!" Recently working with a master, he learned a lot of words, which he just used in quarrels.

The young man was said to be stunned, which seemed reasonable.

But he just wanted to teach Huang Mao a lesson to see if he would dare to throw things away again in the future!

The two old men who presided over the ceremony came.

"We are all people in the metaphysics world. If you are not convinced, let's have a fight. Don't quarrel!" said one of the old men.

Another old man, disagreed.

"Peace is the most important thing. Just talk it over if you have any issues. Don't just fight and kill!"

Huang Mao became even more panicked.

He doesn't know anything to begin with, so he obviously lacks confidence!

"Brother Zhen, what should I do?" Huang Mao asked Tu Zhen in a low voice.

The latter: "What the young man opposite said makes sense."

The yellow-haired face fell immediately.

"Will my mace not come back?" Tu Zhen thought for a moment and said, "No, the other side should be reasonable. You can show your sincerity later."

Huang Mao: "How to show it?"

Tu Zhen: "I guess I was beaten by him."

Huang Mao: "No way?"

Tu Zhen: "You were the one who hit me first just now!"

In just one sentence, Huang Mao was told that he felt guilty.

The two old men also discussed the result.

"Let's have a fight. Whoever wins will get the mace! What do you think?'

Young man: "I have no problem!"

Huang Mao shrank his head in fear, what should he do? what to do?

The two old men had a very pleasant discussion, and this fight was regarded as a chance to get good luck in tomorrow's game.

If it weren't for not losing face, Huang Mao would have burst into tears.

"Brother Zhen, he won't beat me to death, right?"

"Brother Zhen, please go for me, please~"

Tu Zhen: "When I go, the mace will be gone."

All he had to say was that Huang Mao would just get a beating and that would be it!

Soon the playing field was cleared.

Huang Mao was almost pushed in. If he didn't want to save face, he would have bowed his head to the ground!

"You little yellow hair, today I will show you how powerful you are!" The young man snorted and sneered proudly.

Huang Mao knelt down and begged for mercy.

Jun Changsui took Xing Wanli and used a gem to shake the two front seats.

"Husband, we are really here at the right time today, we have a good show to watch!"

Xing Wanli didn't think so.

"I don't think Huang Mao can survive for two seconds!"