Yue Qingqing heard the shouts of her precious son from afar, and several black lines fell on her head.

"Don't miss it when you pass by. The lowest price in history. You can beat Yue casually if you pay a thousand gold..." Yue Xiaoxuan's eyes were shining. As more and more people provoked his mother, he finally discovered a way to make money.

And, mother is coming soon?

Humph, a group of idiots, when their mother arrives, they will kill you without leaving any armor!

"Master Mo, are you sure that woman is his biological mother?" Feng Qingyi wiped the sweat from his forehead. Before his junior uncle left, he told him to protect the mother and son and not to lose a single hair.

But what are you doing now? The mother and son are already thinking about money and thinking about it crazy.

Mo Bai's expression was also very strange. Yue Xiaoxuan woke him up early in the morning and asked him to help move gold. What is that?

The people in the audience were also eager to try. They came to Nanfeng Academy not to go to school, but to kill Yue and snatch the fragments of the artifact.

But this Yue Qingqing has been staying in Master Mo's territory and can't come out, and they can't find any opportunity.

Now I finally found it, a thousand gold, right? Pay it!

Just kill Yue Qingqing and you can get millions of gold, and this transaction is absolutely cost-effective.

"Brother Yu, do you feel something is wrong?" Yue Wanying also came to hear the wind, her eyes constantly exploring Yue Qingqing's body.

"I'm sick if I'm short of money!" Helian Yu cursed without hesitation.

His words were recognized by the vast majority of people. His Highness Chen finally settled the trouble, but the woman went to the battle stage by herself.

Where is the Battle Stage? I really thought it would be fine if I punched a few times? Didn’t I see the dark blood on the stage? Is it okay to leave things to fate after going up?

"Give me a gold here!" Yue Xiaoxuan stood on the stool and was drowned by the crowd as soon as she shouted.

The gold fell like raindrops, and the number plates on the table were snatched by countless people, and the scene was very lively.

"Uncle Mo, come and help!" Yue Xiaoxuan shouted with his throat, but his tender voice was soon drowned out by the noise around him.

As more and more people gathered around him, his small table was in danger.

The naughty child was wise in a hurry and shouted with all his strength: "Mom likes someone to pick you all, everyone should get on... Otherwise, the uncle will be the first to get on..."

As soon as Feng Qingyi took a step, he felt his eyes gathering on him. His body stiffened and he slowly turned his head.

Many fierce men!

Feng Qingyi swallowed his spit, but no matter how fierce the man was, he could not compare to the uncle's charming smile that was not worthy of his life.

"Ah... Yue Qingqing is mine..." He roared angrily, turned to the stage, and rushed towards the person standing stupidly on the stage.

Everyone who was still snatching the number table immediately realized that they could not even care about the number cards and pounced on the game table.

"Wow, the first melee in history, so spectacular!" Yue Xiaoxuan put his little hand on his forehead to block the sunlight, tried hard to stretch his neck on his tiptoe, and then immediately took out the storage ring and moved all the gold in.

The very witty little chrysanthemum started to crawl on the ground when Feng Qingyi rushed up, and then used both hands and feet, trying hard to squeeze out.
Chapter completed!