There is and only Zhuo Buli.

Moreover, Su Mu had a feeling.

He couldn't fathom the depth of Brother Zhuo's strength.

Even when facing his grandfather Su Xuanji, he didn't feel this way.

Although he knew that Su Xuanji was definitely far more powerful than Zhuo Buli, Su Mu dared to fight Su Xuanji but not Zhuo Buli.

Zhuo Buli turned his head and glanced at Su Mu lightly.

Su Mu quickly smiled, then straightened his mood and said slowly:

"Feng Qinghuang is from the Elders Association."

Su Yun opened his hand and shook it.

The small egg-sized teacup in my hand clinked and smashed to pieces.

The teapot and teacup on the coffee table are a set, as thin as paper, and were used exclusively by emperors hundreds of years ago.

It is no exaggeration to say it is priceless.

What Su Yunkai can use to entertain Zhuo Buli must be his most valuable treasure.

This thing is probably the same thing in the world.

A tea cup was smashed and Su Yunkai was immediately heartbroken:

"My Chenghua Doucai!"

There was once a Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup that was auctioned for a whopping 200 million yuan.

That is the emperor's royal wine cup.

Su Yunkai smashed this tea cup, but it was not inferior to that chicken pot cup.

When Zhuo Buli heard the words "Zong Lao Hui".

The tea cup he was holding in his hand also shattered with the sound.

Su Yunkai felt like he had been stabbed again:

"Master Zhuo!!"

My heart hurts so much that I can't breathe.
Chapter completed!