Evil Emperor’s Poisonous Consort: Divine Doctor Young Miss

"Your treasurer at the Yuanwu auction site treated the guests like this?" Qinger reported the injustice to her lady.

Snapped!

The middle-aged man slaps on the table and the body bounces from the chair: "Do you both think that you are a guest wearing a broken cloak? I tell you, I see you like this! There are not many things in your hand. Come and make fun of the ghosts. Come on!" In the past, which one came to sell things was not polite, this girl said so.

Oh!

Two guards with knives outside the door came in: "Zhao supervisor!"

"The two monks came over and messed up and blew them out!" The middle-aged man, who was known as Zhao’s supervisor, waved his hand and looked very domineering.

"Yes!" The two guards came to the night and the children came over.

The night feathers were hidden under the cloak and looked at the two guards. The nose snorted and jumped over the clown!

Call!

Zhao’s supervisor and the two guards only saw the cloak, and the body shape followed by the night feathers disappeared into place.

噗通!噗通!

The night feathers turned and turned to the back of the guard. The two hand-knifes were slashed in the necks of the two guards.

brush!

The sabre in the waist of the guard was pulled out by the night feathers.

With one hand and one wide wooden table, one hand holds the knife, and the night feathers turn over the table like a windmill.

After flashing to Zhao’s supervisor, he kicked the inside of Zhao’s knee, and Zhao’s supervisor slammed into the ground.

"Miss is playing well!" Qinger ran to the fainted guard, and it was kicking and swearing: "You dare to move the knife. I told you to move the knife and call you a knife!"

"Call you to manage things out!" The knife in the hands of the night feathers was pressed against the neck of Zhao.

Zhao’s supervisor did not fear the cold knife at the neck. He wanted to stand up and the knife on his neck was holding him down.

"Let me go, know who I am! Laozi is Zhaofu...ah~~"

The night feathers cleanly and sat down on the legs of Zhao’s supervisor.

In the eyes of Zhao, there was no previous bones in his eyes. He shouted and shouted: "Come on people~~ It’s a life! Come on!"

Hey! Hey! Hey!

A series of footsteps sounded in the auction hall. In less than two minutes, Jianbao was surrounded by dozens of guards.

......

The second floor of the auction house.

"Young master, some people are making trouble at Jianbao!" Qiu Guanjia, who is responsible for the daily operation of the auction house, reported to Mo Tianqiu for the first time.

Putting down the cup in his hand, Mo Tianqiu's brow wrinkled: "You have to go and see, there are a few kittens and puppies like the previous ones. It is solved."

Looking at the back of Qiu Guanjia’s departure, Mo Tianqiu said to himself: “Another trouble, the movements of the seven emperors’ people have become more and more frequent recently...”

On the first floor of the treasure shop.

In the Jianbao office, Yu Yu looked coldly at the guards who couldn't get through the door. She was not worried that the gang would come in. Although she was not used to using a knife, she would not want to hurt her with her hands.

"Let's get out!" Qiu Guanjia's voice is not big, full of shock.

The crowd at the door was separated, and Qiu Guanjia walked into Jianbao.

Qiu Guanjia originally thought that it was a hard-working man who couldn’t take advantage of it. As a result, it was seen by two people wearing worn cloaks. Looking at the thin figure under the cloak, it seems that they are still two women.

Can't see the appearance of the night feathers, Qiu Guanjia's heart is a little more vigilant, the whole body ice property is working with spiritual power, a hint of momentum is released, the voice is low, and the night feathers are smashed: "Two, today is the Yuanyuan Wuchangzi It!"

Master!

As soon as Qiu Guanjia released the pressure, Yu Yuyu knew that this is a master, but what about it?

The night feathers were cold and cold, and they were not affected by the sudden drop in temperature in the house: "It was not, but now I don't mind taking this place!"