Godly Arrogant Son-in-law

Silence,

or silence!

The owner of the hotel suddenly felt a special silence around him. All the people who were still busy to cash the check on the second floor had disappeared.

The whole space seems to be left with only himself and Zhou Yi.

Gollum!

The innkeeper spat fiercely, and a drop of cold sweat fell down his forehead.

He looked up at Zhou Yi, who was opposite him. He opened his mouth and pulled out an ugly smile. "You, you are joking."

"Why should I joke with you? Do you think it's like that?" Mu morning hook hook hook lip corner, draw out a cruel arc.

"No, sir, listen to me. I'm just joking with you. You don't want to fight and kill like this." The innkeeper began to step back.

His eyes also began to search all around, hoping to find out the flaw and escape from here.

In fact, he also felt very strange. According to his previous inference, Zhou Yi and Zhou Yi sat on the white chair. Even if the auction was over, he could not easily come out.

But now he walked out of the auction hall with other people. There must be something wrong with it.

"Are you kidding me?" Zhou Yi sneered, "do you want to make fun of me or do you want my life?"

"What you said is just a joke. How can you be killed?" The owner of the hotel said in a hurry.

"But unfortunately, I'm not joking with you."

With that, Zhou Yi thought, and the innkeeper felt that his throat had been grasped by an invisible hand.

"First, sir..."

the innkeeper reached out and could barely pronounce two syllables.

Of course, Zhou Yi can't kill this ordinary person directly, but it's right to teach him a lesson.

At this time, in the box on the second floor of the auction hall,

the knife in old Yu's mind gradually slowed down, and his pain was relieved.

He sat up with a blank face and turned to look at the people beside him.

But found that the young master is still struggling on the edge of death, and the other three old people are doing rescue work to the man one after another.

"No, we have to find the young man now." Old Yu's brain did not hurt, and then he recovered to his senses.

"Which young man? Where is he now? Is there anything to do with the young master's illness? " Asked the old man.

"Forget it, don't say so much. Let's carry the little Lord together! If it's too late, I'm afraid it's too late! "

With that, Yu took the lead in walking out of the private room on the second floor.

The other few people also dare not delay, two old people one left one right young master, the other person keeps giving him energy.

A few people then so stagger to go out.

The three walked out of the auction hall, only to find that the surrounding space was locked by a powerful energy.

"Old Yu, this..."

"this gentleman!"

Under strong pressure, Mr. Yu slowly raised his head. He saw a figure at the corner of the second floor.

The figure looked back at his cry.

The pressure on his body increased again, and Yu Lao didn't resist for a moment, and directly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"First, sir, I'm sorry. We are not here to ask for trouble. We are here to admit that we are wrong. Please hold your hand and spare us this time." Old Yu took advantage of himself to speak, and quickly said all his words.

One side of the bureau does not even know what happened.

He took a look at Yu Lao, then looked up at Zhou Yi. "Lao Zhou, what's going on here?"

Zhou Yi smiles slightly, and the pressure around him suddenly disappears and disappears into the invisible.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Yi steps downstairs, and the innkeeper at the corner of the stairs on the second floor falls to the ground with a plop.

He put his hands around his neck and gasped for breath.

Now he has no sense of joking about Zhou Yi. He only hates that he is blind. He even dares to break ground on Tai Sui's head and nearly lose his own life.

Seeing Zhou Yi walking towards him step by step, old Yu bowed down.

"Please hold your hand high and let our young master go. If there is any offence, we will try our best to compensate."

At this time, the people around have not gone clean. They changed their checks from the second floor and went downstairs to see the scene in front of them.

"What's going on here? This is to ask him for money The onlookers obviously didn't respond.

"It doesn't look like it."

"Anyway, who is the old man who is talking now?"

People are talking about it, but Zhou Yi is not moved.Seeing that Zhou Yi didn't pay any attention to himself, Yu waved his hand behind him, and the two old men came out of the door with their young master on their feet.

Although the young master said that he could not breathe, he was not blind.

The moment he saw Zhou Yi, he plopped down on his knees.

Mr. Yu thought about it and knelt on the ground beside him.

"Shit, what's going on? Isn't this the young master of this auction house? I met him three years ago

At the sight of the young master, the crowd could not help but make a burst of cold air-conditioning sound.

People who can hold such underground auctions are not ordinary people.

But why did the young master kneel down to this young man?

The various reasons for this matter are indeed worth pondering.

"Are you sure you're right? He's the young master of the auction house?" The Bureau suddenly opened its mouth.

"Yes, it's him. I'm sure I didn't admit it." The man's answer was categorical.

Bureau heavy smell speech, quickly ran to Zhou Yi's side, whispered, "quickly let them close this underground auction house."

Zhou Yi looked askance at the game.

Knowing that he had said something wrong, he stepped back two steps.

"Sir, please let go of our young master. We can promise whatever you want." Mr. Yu spoke again.

The two masters behind him have been constantly inputting energy to the young master.

See also some pale face, can not support.

Zhou Yi Lenghun, "the rules of your auction house should also be changed. White seats......"

"white seats will be cancelled from next time. No, they will be cancelled from this time. Moreover, we will issue special souvenirs to those who have made white seats..."

speaking of this, Mr. Yu looked up at Zhou Yi secretly.

Zhou Yi said: "I don't want any special souvenirs. You know best whether your own work is in line with the rules. I don't force you to close here. You should do a review behind closed doors."

"Yes, yes, you are right. We must review ourselves. In the future, the number of such auctions will be reduced. We...".

However, before his words were finished, Zhou Yi pulled the Bureau weight and quickly left the original place. Then, the young master who was on the verge of death suddenly began to breathe heavily