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"Boss He, it's written in black and white, you've sold this store to me." Yin Xuuge put down the teapot, took out the transaction contract written by He Wanli himself and shook it.
He Wanli smiled, Wang Fu also laughed, and the few servants Wang Fu brought with him were grinning with pride.
"It's written in black and white? Hey, this is a lie!" Wang Fu puffed up his chest, stroking the twelve brilliant magic rings on the five fingers of his left hand, smiling so much that his big white teeth were exposed: "It's useless, this thing is useless Use it. Here, our Lord Zhentian Palace has the final say. Your store used to belong to Lao He, but now it still belongs to Lao He."
"It's useless?" Yin Xuuge shook the contract in his hand.
"It's really useless!" Wang Fu looked at Yin Xuuge honestly: "Why did you force Lao He to sell the shop to you? How did you have to return the shop to Lao He? Besides, you broke it He has thirteen and a half teeth, and one tooth counts for ten thousand high-grade spiritual stones, which is really not a high price!"
Wang Fu smiled happily. In order to buy thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum for Wang Canglang to use as firewood, he had saved all his wealth. A big tooth costs 10,000 high-grade spiritual stones. Of course, He Wanli's teeth are not worth this price. A spiritual elixir that can regenerate a mouth full of big teeth only costs 3,000 high-grade spiritual stones at most.
But now that he has won this deal, Wang Fu will reap the full benefits for himself. Thirteen and a half big teeth, 135,000 high-grade spiritual stones, this is just a little bit of his carriage expenses as Wang Fu. Compared with the cost of the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum he bought, this money is much more.
The six servants who were practicing Taoist body-forging powers and had the cultivation level of the eighth-level True Immortal rolled up their sleeves and pointed at Yin Xuege and shouted.
"Boy, did you see? Across the street is our Holy King Zhentian's Mansion. This street is the territory of our Holy King Zhentian's Mansion."
"Here, you are a dragon, and you have to curl up like a snake; you are a tiger, and you have to curl up like a cat; even if you are a man..."
A servant who was born in a very wretched way smiled, pointed at Yin Xuuge and said with a smile: "Even if you are a man, you still have to imitate me and put your legs together, otherwise , you will be in big trouble."
When several servants were shouting wildly, Youquan walked out lightly. She asked softly: "Are there any guests coming? Or are there people making trouble? Why are you shouting? If you want to buy something, let them in. If you don't want to buy anything, let them in." , just drive away!”
After merging with the body of Styx, Youquan becomes more and more like a living person, and her language and emotions become more and more rich. She walked to Yin Xuege's side. The sun flashed across the eaves, and a ray of soft light happened to shine on her. Her whole body seemed to emit a circle of floating light.
Wang Fu was stunned. Several servants opened their mouths wide, and a line of saliva flowed down from the corner of his mouth.
Youquan stood quietly beside Yin Xuege, like a flower from the other side that was separated from the ordinary world, silently blooming in the boundless land of death, with a mysterious and detached ethereal spirit. She is like a beautiful dream, you can see her, but you can never get close to her.
For the first time in his life, Wang Fu felt heartache. There was such a beautiful woman in the world. He had lived for tens of thousands of years before he saw it for the first time. He suddenly felt that he had spent all his previous ten thousand years on a dog. went.
He suddenly had a strong impulse and ran back to kill the yellow-faced woman at home with a kitchen knife - how could he actually endure the old woman nagging for thousands of years? He actually gave birth to children with that fierce and ugly old woman
He felt the pain of having been ravaged and abused by the yellow-faced woman in his family.
Several servants subconsciously compared Youquan with the most beautiful woman they had ever seen, and Yu Piaomiao, the young palace master of Tiansheng Palace, became their target for comparison.
Youquan is more beautiful than Yu Piao Miao. There is no doubt that both her figure and face are a hundred times more perfect than Yu Piao Miao. In particular, Youquan's head was covered with long, rich, jet-black hair, as deep as the night, with a hint of mysterious sparkle, hanging down from the top of his head to his ankles.
Her long hair has not been modified in any way, but it is more natural and perfect than Yu Miao Miao, whose head is filled with various precious pearls and jade treasures.
Yu Pianmiao always puts on a pure and refined posture, but her pure and refined attitude is very stiff and rigid, like a beauty drawn on a piece of dead skin, which always gives people a stiff and uncomfortable feeling.
The ethereal and refined nature of Youquan comes from her bones. Her true body is the River Styx, and the River Styx itself does not belong to the world of the world. Her aura is incompatible with all the creatures in the world of the world, and this happens to be the most attractive thing about her. temperament. Curiosity killed the cat, and the aura of mystery can kill countless people.
In terms of looks and temperament, Youquan wins completely and Yu Piaomiao completely loses. It turns out that Yu Pianmiao has the title of the most beautiful young woman in Xiaoyao Mountain. This is also where Yu Pianmiao and Wang Canglang are most proud. But with Youquan, Yu Piaomiao should step aside!
Wang Fu and several servants didn't know yet that this was not the true appearance of Youquan.
In order to keep tabs on Wang Yizhu, both Youquan and Yin Xuuge modified their looks to a certain extent. She did not fully reveal her perfect face. Now Youquan is at most seventy percent more beautiful than usual. But it has completely shattered Yu Piaomiao's reputation.
"This girl... you guys have caused big trouble." Wang Fu took a deep breath, looked at Youquan infatuatedly and murmured to himself: "Return the shop to Lao He, girl, you come with me Well...the glory and wealth..."
Wang Fu's muttering to himself was interrupted by a servant, who sighed in a low voice: "Is there such a beauty in the world? If the eldest young master sees it, I'm afraid... I'm afraid... Hey, if I were the eldest young master, I would be ruined. I entered into the engagement willingly."
Wang Fu's body trembled, and Wang Canglang's face flashed before his eyes. Remembering Wang Canglang's character and the terrifying power of the Holy Prince's Palace, Wang Fu was sweating profusely. He jumped up and slapped the servant in the face.
"What an impudent bastard. Of course I have to snatch this beauty back and present it to the eldest young master! No, in fact, it would also be to present it to the Holy King..." Wang Fu's eyes rolled around, and countless thoughts suddenly boiled up in his mind.
Wang Canglang is lustful, but the Holy King of the Holy King's Mansion is not a good person with a pure heart and ascetic desires. Wang Canglang is just a lustful wolf, and his father, the Holy King, is a hungry ghost in lust. If Youquan could be captured alive and presented to the Holy King, Wang Fu vaguely saw that the position of the chief manager of the Holy King's Mansion was waving to him.
"Take it, take it, take it!" Wang Fu didn't care, he pointed at Youquan and screamed loudly: "Get her and present her to the Holy King. We all have great merits! "
You have to hurry up, you have to hurry up, this is right at the door of the Holy King's Mansion, there are many eyes and ears coming in and out, and there are countless people who have the same or even higher status than Wang Fu. Taking advantage of the fact that he was the first to discover this peerless beauty, he quickly captured her and gave her to the Holy King, and this achievement was complete.
If someone else discovers it, especially Wang Canglang, there's no telling how much trouble there will be.
The six servants swarmed up and grabbed Youquan without even looking at Yin Xuuge.
Youquan squinted his eyes and looked at them with a faint smile.
Yin Xuuge had a gloomy face, looking at these guys who wanted to kidnap people from him, and shouted in a stern tone: "Give them all to me..."
From the corner of his eye, he glanced diagonally across the street and saw Wang Yizhu leading dozens of private soldiers out of the gate. Yin Xuuge snorted coldly and shouted softly: "Break your hands and feet and throw them as far away as possible."
The tiger barbarian roared, waving his huge fist and was about to rush forward and hit someone. This guy had no brains, and he didn't notice at all that the servants and thugs in front of him were all real immortals, while he was just a wandering immortal. .
Bai Yuzi jumped into the air and knocked the tiger barbarian back several steps with one claw. He smiled strangely and spread his wings to pounce on the heads of several servants, waving his wings and beating them randomly. The sound of bones breaking was heard like fried beans. The hands and feet of the six servants were beaten to twists and deformations. They were vomiting blood and were flown hundreds of feet away by Bai Yuzi's wings.
Wang Fu was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly. His eyes widened and he pointed at Yin Xuuge in disbelief and was about to shout loudly.
Humanzi was pushed back a few steps by Bai Yuzi, but he quickly reacted. He grabbed it with both hands and picked up a large stone pile at the door of the parrot shop used to tie his mount. He howled 'Aoao' and rounded the stone pile. He slapped Wang Fu on the face with all his strength.
Poor Wang Fu's cultivation level was more than a hundred times higher than that of Hu Barbarian, but his courage was frightened by Hu Barbarian's bravery. He had no power to fight back. He was hit by the stone pile, his face was full of peach blossoms, and he flew backwards with blood spurting from his orifices.
He Wanli stared blankly at the white jade that was flying all over the sky like a devil, and then looked at the tiger barbarian who was carrying a big stone pillar and yelling like a mad tiger. He screamed "Oh my god", turned around and ran away. Just run. After running for more than thirty feet, he suddenly realized that he could fly. He took out a low-quality flying sword, and He Wanli set up a beam of blue light and flew precariously.
Wang Yizhu happened to see all this. He snorted coldly and rushed to the parrot shop with dozens of private soldiers behind him in a few steps.
"You have committed a serious crime. You dare to beat the steward and servants of my Holy King's Mansion. You..." Wang Yizhu was about to pronounce the verdict of Yin Xuege and others righteously when he also saw Youquan at a glance.
His face stiffened and his body twitched. Wang Yizhu stood there in a daze with his mouth wide open. His mind was filled with the beautiful face of Youquan, and he could no longer say a word.
The scene was deathly silent, and the private soldiers were also stunned by the peerless beauty of Youquan.
Youquan frowned, snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and turned into a piece of water vapor and escaped into the backyard.
Only then did Wang Yizhu come back to his senses. He shivered violently, pointed at Yin Xuuge and sneered coldly, "You have committed a serious crime, and you will all die. But, if you are willing..."
Looking at Wang Yizhu's lustful eyes, Yin Xuuge's heart also surged with anger - Youquan has already disfigured her appearance by 30%, what do you idiots who have never seen a beautiful woman think about it
Moreover, Wang Yizhu was the man in black they were tracking all the way from the Land of the Gods to Xiaoyao Ji, wasn't it just for him
With a sneer, Yin Xuuge swung in front of Wang Yizhu and slapped him with all his strength.
The thunderstorm roared, and a bolt of thunder erupted from Yin Xuuge's palm, causing countless electric lights to flash on Wang Yizhu's head. He was blasted high into the air by the thunder without even making a sound, carrying a large piece of thunder light that flew dozens of miles high.
The private soldiers of the Holy King's Palace shouted in unison and drew their swords.
(End of chapter)