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Chapter 130 Kuang Fusheng Are You Tired of Life?

Uncle Qiu didn't give up, and continued: "Then Xiaoling, can you still get the same bracelet, I want as many uncles as you can."

Having said that, Uncle Qiu's eyes were obviously looking at the preface.

"This..." Ma Xiaoling didn't know how to answer, she could only look at the curtain in her arms for help.

"You want it?" Under the tense eyes of the two, Mu Yan suddenly smiled playfully.

"Want! Want!"

Uncle Qiu asked eagerly, "Where is there any more?"

Mu Yan suddenly smiled, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Old guy, you are not my wife, why should I get it for you?"

"Ah...haha!" Uncle Qiu blushed suddenly.

The curtain stared into the distance, and sneered: "This is the emperor who used his supernatural powers to gather a few stars and refine it in the nine heavens. If you want it, I will give it to you. Isn't it precious?"

"What?" Uncle Qiu exclaimed.

His face flushed a little, and he asked in a hurried voice: "Is it just a few days ago?"

"Hmm!" Ma Xiaoling blushed a little when she heard what Uncle Qiu said two days ago.

It's not about what did she think of?
"I'm just saying! Two days ago, there was a strong aura swaying above the Nine Heavens. It turned out to be you!"

A trace of fear flashed in Qiushu's eyes, as if he understood something, and a trace of fear flashed unconsciously about the pretext.

How could he not be able to perceive this epilogue? Now that he is in the tribulation period, his spiritual sense and perception are not comparable to ordinary people.

Seeing that the begging uncle was endless, Ma Xiaoling interrupted quickly, and said with a smile: "Don't talk about this, uncle begging, my talisman paper and so on are almost used up, give me some of the same."

"Ah! Haha! Okay!" Uncle Qiu smiled and nodded in agreement.

It didn't take long for Uncle Qiu to come limping over, holding a lot of talisman papers and magical artifacts in his hand.

Mu Yan casually picked up a few magical artifacts and talisman papers to look at, and couldn't help shaking his head.

These few things really couldn't catch his eyes.

"What? Is there a problem?" Ma Xiaoling asked suspiciously.

"Haha, no problem!" Muyan, who couldn't bear the blow, smiled lightly.

I took a lot of magical artifacts from Uncle Qiu, and it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.

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The entrance of Jiajia Building.

"Didi.....Long..."

As the red-faced car stopped, two people, one big and one small, got out of the car.

Ma Xiaoling glanced solemnly at the cloudy sky, tightly holding on to Mu Yan's hands, without hesitation as she stepped forward.

"Nah, na, na! It's a lot of resentment, now it's time to play!" Looking at the Jiajia Building in front of him, Mu Yan whispered to himself.

"Let's go!" Ma Xiaoling smiled wryly, and walked forward holding Mu Yan's hand.

The two took the elevator to the seventh floor.

"Ding dong!"

As the elevator opened, the two came to the top of the building, looking around the audience, almost all the people had arrived.

"Hey, Xiaoling, are you here?" Wang Zhenzhen jogged forward happily.

"Mu Mu, let me hug you?" Wang Zhenzhen looked at Mu Yan curiously and chuckled.

"Uh!" Muyan was taken aback for a moment, and then gave Wang Zhenzhen a stare.

Embarrassed, Wang Zhenzhen paused in the air with her outstretched hands and looked at the two awkwardly.

"Xiao Ling, you are here, come and eat right away!" It happened that Ouyang Jiajia saw her daughter's embarrassment at this time, and hurried forward to smooth things over.

Ma Xiaoling shook her head helplessly, dragged the curtain and found a random place to sit down.

"Hey, who is Jiajia?" Kim Jong-jung's mother, Miss Jin, couldn't help turning her head to look at Ouyang Jiajia when she saw the obedient Muyan sitting in front of Ma Xiaoling.

"Ah, haha!" Ouyang Jiajia smiled awkwardly, shook her head and said, "He is..."

"I'm Xiaoling's husband!" Before Ouyang Jiajia could say it, the waxy voice of the curtain came out.

"puff······"

Kim Jong-joong, who was drinking, spit it out in one gulp.

"Wow, hahahahaha... are all the little kids this powerful?" Kim Jong-joong laughed without image.

boom!
There was only a soft sound, and everyone saw the table in front of Jin Zhengzhong explode directly.

A wave of coldness instantly spread throughout the audience, everyone including Kuang Tianyou and Kuang Fusheng in the corner shivered at the same time.

"Be careful what you say! Otherwise, I have a thousand ways to make you die ugly!" The cold voice of the script echoed in everyone's ears.

"hiss······"

Everyone couldn't help but took a deep breath.

With that cold voice and that threatening tone, even Kuang Tianyou, who is a policeman, couldn't help but tremble.

Seeing the dumbfounded expressions of everyone, Muyan nodded in satisfaction.

Kim Jung-joong pointed at the preface with trembling fingers.

"you·····"

However, he seemed to have thought of the original tense mood and relaxed it for a moment.

Turning his head and glanced at Kuang Tianyou in the corner, Kim Jong-jung smiled playfully, "Are you a threat?"

The curtain frowned.

Kim Jong-jung continued: "Mr. Kuang, as a policeman, you probably wouldn't let this kind of thing happen in front of you, would you?"

Kuang Tianyou glanced at the curtain with complicated eyes, and walked over slowly, followed by a chubby little fat man, who was Kuang Fusheng.

For a moment, everyone didn't dare to take a breath, nervously watching how Kuang Tianyou planned to deal with it.

Seeing Kuang Tianyou approaching, Jin Zhengzhong seemed to have the confidence to raise his head and cast aside the curtain.

When I saw Ma Xiaoling yesterday, I wanted to strike up a conversation, but I was frightened by the scene. Kim Jong-jung always remembered it.

Now when he thinks of that look in his eyes and that disdainful tone yesterday, he instantly gets angry. The kid is still so arrogant now, if you don't give him a lesson, how will Kim Jong-jung hang around in Jiajia Building in the future.

When everyone was anxious about Mu Yan, Mu Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "Kuang Tianyou, why is your injury healed?"

"Okay, brother You's injury was caused by you?" Kuang Fusheng took a step forward and said angrily.

Ever since he came back from Japan, Kuang Tianyou's whole body has been relieved, how could he not notice that the two have lived together for decades.

Especially when he came back, Kuang Tianyou's injuries were still not healed, but after two days of recovery, the layer of black skin on his body has been removed, and now he is white and tender, with a trace of baby red on his face.

It is incomparable to Kuang Tianyou in Yangguan before, he is simply a creamy niche.

"Fusheng, come back!" Kuang Tianyou shouted anxiously when he saw Kuang Fusheng standing in front of him.

"Humph!"

The curtain is disdainful, and hums lightly.

"Kuang Fusheng, I think you are tired of living!"

Facing the threat of the pretext, Kuang Fusheng stood tall, his small face wrinkled and his face firmly blocked in front of Kuang Tianyou.

(End of this chapter)