"It must..." Tianming said with a smile, "I will definitely help you find it back."

"You..." Gongsun Linglong was about to curse, but his voice stopped abruptly.

Angry, she remembered her current place - the Confucian living room, and a group of people were watching.

She glanced sideways around and found that all the Confucian disciples were watching her tantrums. However, Li Sifunian and others had first-class concentration and looked as normal as if they had seen nothing and nothing happened.

Reason reoccupies the high ground of IQ, Gongsun Linglong's skin is also resistant to creation. He changes in one second, reveals a kind smile again, shakes the mask gently, as if nothing has happened before.

No wonder, she all has the face to say that she is as beautiful as a fairy, and her ability to do it on her face is nothing.

"Little brother, what are your abilities to get back someone's heirloom?"

"Oh, don't worry about this!" Tianming patted his chest and promised, "I will definitely find your heirloom for you!"

He specifically emphasized the emphasis on the three words "family heirloom".

First, she encountered verbal violence - the name of fat aunt, and then she was careless and lost her horse. At this time, she was a little exhausted. In addition, she didn't look at Tianming and thought that he was a rude and brainless disaster, so she didn't pay attention to these details.

On the contrary, Li Si and Fu Nian in the hall had some subtle reactions at the same time.

Both of them realized that Gongsun Linglong's game might end.

The victory obtained by playing scoundrels by talking about scoundrels will naturally be lost because others play scoundrels.

Gongsun Linglong's identity is an advantage when facing the three heroes of Qi and Lu, but it is a disadvantage when facing the younger generation of Confucianism.

After the insurance was made in Dawn, he left the venue.

Not long after, he, and a helper, Shaoyu, or Ziyu, returned here with an old, skinny and bony black horse.

It can be seen that this dark horse was... when he was young, he must have been a top-notch horse. He was as solid as snow, and he was pure color and had no miscellaneous hairs, but just black.

However, now that it is old and may die at any time, it is unbearable.

The skinny body can almost be seen with the bone-shaped body, the wrinkled and messy hairs are not shining at all, and many places are still stuck together, the turbid and dull eyes are depressed without any vitality, and even breathing out. Maybe even if you are scared, you may die here on the spot.

Anyone can draw a conclusion at a glance - this is an old and unbearable dark horse that kills and eats meat.

"Ah..." Gongsun Linglong looked at the dark horse in amazement, and even worried that it would die in front of her.

The Confucian disciples around him were confused and didn't know what this unknown classmate was doing.

Mr. Nan, who seemed to be dozing off, coughed gently twice, not knowing whether he was choking when he exhaled or... he was laughing.

Xinghun curled his lips disdainfully.

Boring farce, stupid ugly man, is ridiculous!

Tianming stood next to the dark horse with a proud look on his face and said to Gongsun Linglong:

"Okay, I'll get your heirloom back!"

"Clam!!!" Gongsun Linglong opened her mouth wide, looked at the horse, and immediately retorted after coming to her senses, "Absurd!"

"What's wrong?" Tianming seemed to know nothing, scratched his head innocently and asked.

Seeing Tianming's acting skills in good mood but not coordinated body language, Shaoyu hid on the side and laughed secretly.

Gongsun Linglong did not pay attention to Shaoyu, pointed to the dark horse and said with a sensation:

"My snow-treading is a white horse, and this one is clearly a black and thin old horse, but you want to lie to me that this is snow-treading!?"

"It's really ridiculous!"

"That's right!" Tianming was wronged and explained seriously, "What a dark and thin old horse? This is my family heirloom. It has been passed down for more than 500 generations. It's just like this, oh, by the way, its name is Taren. From today on, he will be your family heirloom, Taxue!"

"It's simply nonsense!" Gongsun Linglong waved his hand and replied angrily, "My Gongsun family is not blind. Is it obvious that this white and dark horse is still not clear?"

"Hey! It's strange!" Tianming scratched his head and said in confusion, "According to your Gongsun family, isn't this just stepping on the snow?"

"Nonsense!" Gongsun Linglong immediately retorted sternly.

"Hey, listen, according to you, this horse is not equal to a white horse, so a white horse is not equal to a horse, right?" Tianming looked like he had no choice but to do anything to you.

"So what?" Shaking the mask, Gongsun Linglong turned sideways and looked at Tianming with a squint.

"That's right, look, this snow is the heirloom of your family, and the heirloom of our family, which means that snow is the heirloom of the family, and the heirloom of the person is the heirloom of the family." Tianming continued to explain.

Gongsun Linglong noticed something was wrong, but she was already anxious and could not find any rebuttal words for a while. She could only yell in a nonsense, "Nothing! You're talking nonsense!"

"He's talking nonsense!!!"

She also tried to seek off-site support, but unfortunately she was the only one of the Gongsun family present.

Tianming talks to himself regardless of his own thoughts, "The heirloom is the heirloom, so stepping on the snow is the same as stepping on people."

"I'm fine?"

"You...you!" Gongsun Linglong's chest was irritated and his whole body was trembling. He pointed at Tianming's hand and shivered, but he was unable to refute this set of brainless logic.

At this moment, the excited discussions of Confucian disciples rang in her ears.

Gongsun Linglong realized that the glory of the Gongsun family might not be able to be revived today.
Chapter completed!