Chapter 202 (1/2)

In the dance, there are all big names in changyuecheng. According to seniority, Tongle of Yuejiang auction house is not a big figure, but this is his home after all. Although the eldest young master of the Xiao family was injured because of his own reasons, it happened in his own territory. It's hard to say that if you don't entertain him, you can't say it. Just about to pass, I heard a familiar one The ultimate voice.

The voice often appeared at his auction house.

In the past, when the auction house had any treasures, he must remind the big customer, because he often sold at least one-third of the treasures at the highest price, but now, it is less and less that he pays high prices, and even the number of times he comes to the auction house is gradually decreasing.

Some people say that Xiao Kang's family background was greatly influenced by his son. Some say that Xiao Kang's hands and feet are not clean, and he has been dealt with some business. Some people say that Xiao Kang's concubine and illegitimate son many years ago have been found to have embezzled a large amount of money

Some people believe that one of them is reasonable, while others think that all of them are possible.

Because if you look at the domineering appearance of the father and son, the son wants to beat people for a little thin face. Instead of blaming the unreasonable child, the father wants to blame the beaten young man (although he has not been beaten successfully).

It's true that a father has a son.

When Xiao Kang talks, more and more warriors have surrounded Liao Xiaoduo and Tan Qingqing.

Lu Yu really and Tong Le and others want to reconcile. They are all pulled apart and even blocked outside the human wall.

Liao Xiaoduo snorted and despised such a person in the bottom of his heart.

It's just like a group of sticky insects. It's disgusting to see it.

Liao Xiaoduo's hand is tapping the waist regularly.

A warrior with sharp eyes saw that a round iron bead was playing, staring at Liao Xiaoduo's rhythmic hand and hitting it.

People outside the crowd can't see it clearly, but Xiao Le can see clearly in the middle. He laughs wildly. In less than a second, Liao Xiaoduo's hand will become useless.

Lu Yuzhen listened to Xiao Le's movements outside. He was aware of the danger. He tried to get rid of a group of warriors and tried to break in, but he found that the strength of these warriors was comparable to that of himself.

How could it be so powerful?

Lu Yu really concentrated, and used the intermediate martial arts paishan style. Suddenly, Lu Yuzhen's heroic spirit surged from Lu Yuzhen's heart, and then it seemed that there was a kind of overwhelming force from her legs and arms.

Although it's not beautiful at all, it's very practical.

In the world of martial arts, regardless of men and women, all respect strength.

However, compared with men, women are born with a weakness in their constitution.

Especially in the face of more powerful than their own strength.

Xiao Kang is a warrior, and his strength is far more than Lu Yuzhen.

In today's society, many influential people are more or less able to learn martial arts, and there are not a few who have achieved something.

Xiao Kang's ten-year career as a martial artist and ten years of hard work in the business sector have all had some figures.

If he intends to punish such a small soldier today, no matter who he is, he will feel that it doesn't matter.

Lu Yu really had a close friendship with Liao Xiaoduo, and she would not stand idly by after more than 20 years of family education.

But as soon as he made a move, he was stopped by Xiao Kang.

Lu Yu is really anxious to cover his face directly.

Ah, there, Lu Yu really thought that Liao Xiaoduo's hand had been abandoned. He opened his eyes in fear, but saw that Liao Xiaoduo was still standing there with a look of indifference.

Xiao Kang here is angry. His face is blue and his hair is shaking.

Looking for the sound, a warrior is wailing and covering his arm. The bright red blood is flowing from the arm, and the tears are flowing from the face twisted by pain.