Chapter 273 - Asking For a Beating (3) (1/2)

Chapter 273: Asking For a Beating (3)

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After Ji Fengyan said that, even the composed Ji Mubai could not keep his cool.

Ji Qiu’s face had become even most ghastly. “Don’t need!”

Ji Fengyan raised her eyebrows slightly.

“Don’t need anymore?”

Ji Qiu sucked in a breath and suppressed the urge to spit blood. “I have misunderstood you.”

Ji Fengyan smiled and said, “What did Eldest Uncle misunderstand? If you don’t explain it clearly, I won’t be able to understand.”

Ji Qiu stared expressionlessly at Ji Fengyan and almost had to squeeze out the words through his teeth.

“The defensive amulet is yours.”

Ji Fengyan laughed.

The auctioneer who had witnessed everything had finally understood what had happened, except that he lowered his head at the side tactfully, as if he knew nothing.

Regardless of how tactful the auctioneer was, Ji Qiu was feeling utterly regretful now.

If he had known earlier that Ji Fengyan still had more defensive amulets, he would not have invited the auctioneer over to witness this disgraceful scene!

“Someone come and send the auctioneer out,” Ji Qiu said with his deep voice.

The auctioneer left the study room, well-behaved.

Ji Fengyan did not mind Ji Qiu’s attempt to salvage the situation. The Sacred Dragon Auction House had all along belonged to the royal family, even if Ji Qiu was the internally appointed future leader of the family clan, he was still unqualified to meddle with the people from the Sacred Dragon Auction House. That day, regardless of whether he was willing, that auctioneer was bound to leak out what he had seen to other people.

Ji Qiu was definitely going to lose face!

Ji Qiu could naturally also think about what Ji Fengyan had thought of and his face was so frighteningly unpleasant.

After Ji Fengyan admired the distressed look on Ji Qiu’s face, she then said satisfied, “Eldest Uncle is already quite old so I can also understand if your memory has degraded. Don’t worry. I won’t take it to heart.”

Ji Fengyan’s words made things worse.

She had almost made Ji Qiu spit out blood in anger!

“Since you have understood, then may I trouble Eldest Uncle to return the Tree of the Flowing Bloodshed to me?” Ji Fengyan smiled and asked.