City Master Lian's old face was tense. He thought that what he had given them was already the best step.
"Tongtian City has the rules of Tongtian City. This matter is not up to you—" He raised his hand, preparing to call the real guards around him.
"Xiao Lian, get out of the way." The old man behind him, who had been silent and had white hair and beard, suddenly walked up, and his old and skinny hand pressed the hand that City Master Lian was about to raise.
"Ba Lao?" Huo Lingtian was surprised.
The old man slowly walked to the stall that was smashed into a mess, with a sad look on his face, "What a pity! What a pity!"
The second husband of City Master Lian was confused, "Ba Lao, what's going on?"
The old man did not leave him, but directed his gaze towards Yun Qingyan and the others, "Did you make these smashed spiritual soups?"
The fat little coward pulled Guang Han's sleeves tightly, making Guang Han's face look as gloomy as water.
Big Fatty Yu was a little worried. What was wrong with the soup he made? These people aren't going to arrest him, are they
"These soups are indeed ours." Yun Qingyan glanced at the timid group of Yu Dapang, stood up helplessly, and looked directly at the old man, "Are you planning to pay for our losses?"
Unexpectedly, the old man actually nodded, "Yes! How much did you lose! I will pay the bill!"
City Lord Lian was shocked, "Ba Lao, how can I ask you to compensate? I..."
But the old man stopped him and refused, "I will compensate them for their losses."
Fatty Yu was delighted when he heard this. No matter who paid the compensation, Yuan Yu would always go into his bag anyway. He jumped out immediately, "These soup Gu have a bowl of one thousand super Yuan Yu, and your people have broken three thousand pieces in total." Bowl, a total of 30,000 special-grade Yuan Yu."
Huh, those guys didn't have any idea when they smashed it anyway. Even if he quoted two thousand more bowls, the other party didn't know.
The calculations in Xiaopang's heart were crackling.
The eyes of the guard beside Mr. Lian widened, "How can there be three thousand bowls?! In your stall, three hundred bowls are too much!"
When Fatty Yu heard this, he became angry, his eyes widened, and he angrily confronted the God King directly, "You fart! We obviously have a thousand bowls on the table!"
"Forehead… "
Yun Qingyan held his forehead.
Ji Weiran and Qin Li turned their faces silently.
Xinglan moved unconsciously into the crowd.
Huo Yichen's handsome face twitched.
Guang Han wanted to leave, but Yu Dapang grabbed his clothes, and his face was so cold that it could freeze a popsicle.
As for Ji Siwen’s one-two punch...
"Yes, yes! It's obviously a thousand bowls, so don't talk nonsense if you haven't counted clearly!"
Yun Qingyan: "..." If you are not afraid of opponents who are like gods, you are afraid of teammates who are like pigs!
Big Fatty Yu later realized that he had let slip the truth. He swallowed hard and held his neck tightly, refusing to admit it.
"No, no! We set out three thousand bowls! I just made a slip of the tongue! A slip of the tongue!"
Ji Siwen was still the only one among the people who was not awake. He turned to look at Big Fatty Yu, "Isn't it a thousand bowls? When did we put out two thousand more bowls?"
Yun Qingyan winked at Huo Yichen.
Without saying a word, Huo Yichen struck Ji Siwen on the back of the head with a knife and dragged the unconscious man away.
Fatty Yu was relieved when he saw Ji Siwen unconscious. Brother Ji was so unreliable.
Really, it almost ruined his good deeds.
Yun Qingyan snapped her fingers, and emerald-green vines rose from the ground and spiraled into a seat. She crossed her fingers with a calm face and spoke slowly.
(End of chapter)