Super Useless System

Peng Xiaoshuai and the others sat in the private room, looking like they didn't have anyone else in their eyes, I can do whatever I want, whoever can deal with me.

It was no wonder that this brat was like this. Ever since he was young, he had always hated those straight-A students, especially those pretentious guys. Every single one of them felt disgusted upon seeing this.

that was because he was affected by those novels. In his heart, Confucianism Sect was the equivalent of a villain, and the Confucian Scholar was a villain with evil intentions. Although he might not be completely right, there were not many in this world.

This old procuress knew how to behave, her business was a set, but before Xian Er came out, she had first called for a cleaning man to auction, it was a huge business.

Soon, the dozen or so girls were brought up onto the stage. These girls seemed quite pure. After all, they didn't go through any personnel procedures, so they were still very attractive.

The old procuress laughed and said, "These people are all carefully chosen cleaners. Furthermore, after our guidance, they are all proficient in the art of zither, chess, calligraphy and painting. What they are most proficient at is that aspect of martial arts."

Laughter immediately rang out from below. This scholar was definitely not a good person. Although he said it in a dignified manner, his actual intention was not that.

The girls stood on the stage with professional smiles on their faces. They were definitely the most standard. They directly revealed their six teeth, perfectly displaying their cheeks.

However, the gazes of these girls were rather empty, as if they were goods without souls. They knew that after tonight, they would be in fire.

Peng Xiaoshuai chuckled as he looked at Pang Kai: "Those three guys are obviously veterans, I also have a wife and slaves, and it's just you who's a virgin, it's really too disgraceful.

Are there any who are interested in it? Your little brother will buy it for you, and you people who practice martial arts will be strong and healthy. If you feel that one is not enough, then you can take it all. "

His words were very presumptuous, and he did not even try to cover his voice. Naturally, it was clear to the people below that they were all glaring at him.

The design of the room was quite interesting. From the inside, it was possible to see the outside directly. However, when the people outside looked inside, it was very hazy.

When Peng Xiaoshuai saw that all the scholars were looking at him, he immediately stood up and walked out, with one foot on the railings, he scanned them from above.

With a look of disdain, he said, "You lazy worms, what are you looking at? Is there anyone who isn't convinced?"

These words were like throwing a drop of water into a boiling pot of oil. The crowd below immediately exploded. These scholars were all shouting; it was obvious that they were dissatisfied with him.

Just then, a person dressed like a scholar walked out from the private room. It was this person who had called out to Ma Qiu just now, Ma Qiu.

He first waved his hand towards the crowd, and all the scholars immediately shut their mouths. It seemed like this fellow not only had a high position, but also had quite a bit of prestige.

Peng Xiaoshuai tilted his head and looked at him. That guy tidied his clothes and said with a smile: "This humble one's greets Second Young Master."

This guy spoke with pride, as if he was very famous, but it was also true. He was the master of Confucianism Sect, Chen You's last disciple.

Peng Xiaoshuai was not surprised that the other party knew of his identity. After all, he really did not know who Ma Qiu was.

He lowered his head and glanced at his brothers, all of them scratching their heads. He didn't know where these spring onions came from, but not many people dared to directly pick a fight with them.

He knew that he couldn't point to the garlic anymore, so he casually asked, "Which dish are you on?" "I've never even heard of it. How about Yin Zhiping?"

Yin Xingming was confused on the spot. After pondering for a long time, he wondered who Yin Zhiping was.

In the past, asking without shame had always been a virtue in life, and this had always been regarded as a classic by Confucianism Sect people, even though these people had never done so before.

He put on a humble front and said, "I wonder who Yin Zhiping is, and what kind of classics he has."

Peng Xiaoshuai thought about how Yin Zhiping had tainted Xiao Long, and his heart immediately filled with hatred, he gritted his teeth and said: "That is a beast that a man can kill, don't let me see him, if not I will hack him into pieces to dissolve the hatred in my heart."

Everyone was shocked by his hatred, wondering what that guy had done.

Peng Xiaoshuai regained the spirit of the storyteller once again, and casually waved towards the table downstairs, and a Iron Rod flew into his hands.

The boy was completely following Zhou Xing's story. He knocked on the book's door and said, "Yin Zhiping is a beast with a human face, but a beast with a bad heart.

This was an animal that should be killed, yet his Confucianism Sect protected him. It was a huge pile of nonsense, and just thinking about it caused anger to well up in one's heart.

When she came to the Confucianism Sect, she came to think of it as a theory. In the end, she was really unlucky, so she beat her up and secretly sold her to a brothel.

The people below heard the commotion, and the young Confucian Scholars began to curse loudly. However, the older students remained silent.

Yin Xingming was immediately angered, he pointed at Peng Xiaoshuai and said: "Don't speak nonsense there, slandering people is impossible, you have to take out the evidence."

Peng Xiaoshuai was most adept at being stubborn. He immediately laughed out loud, and laughed until he was out of breath.

A 40 year old Confucian Scholar pulled Yin Xingming's clothes and indicated for him to not involve himself in this matter. If he brought out any evidence, there would be nothing left to say.

When Yin Xingming and Ma Qiu saw this situation, their hearts immediately thumped. It looked like what that brat said was true, otherwise, they would not have allowed him to do so.

Peng Xiaoshuai curled his lips in disdain, and did not continue to talk about this matter. The other party also cooperated quite well, and completely shut his mouth.

He continued, "Let's not talk about useless things. Now, let's get down to business. Now that the officials are auctioning off the first night of the auction, what are you sour people going to buy?

"Don't use that crappy poem to fool everyone. What's the use of it. I'm going to stop right now. I'm going to take care of all these officials, so who's going to bite me?"

His words were extremely arrogant, but among the rest of the Confucian Scholars, there weren't many who were rich. They had already seen the way this kid was bowing to them just now.

He was definitely someone who was rich and overbearing. Therefore, no one dared to say anything. They could only look at each other and then set their gazes on the person above.

The words above had also made it difficult. Although it was said that the money was not bad, it was not worth offending. At this time, a person spoke up from below.