The world is collapsing, I long for redemption

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In fact, there are absolutely not many people who can come to Jinliu Pavilion to consume, and they are usually regular customers.

As for whether there will be problems with this mode of operation?

Considering the beauty of Haitang girl, this kind of worry is basically unnecessary.

These regular customers can't wait to throw all their family property in the Golden Willow Pavilion.

At that time, the old bustard's answer was: "No."

At that moment, Prince Jing wanted to see Chu Feng's jokes.

Unexpectedly, this person asked the third question out of nowhere.

And the question makes absolutely no sense.

How did he find out that this fat man was from the Holy Gate?

You must know that this fat man is a well-known wealthy businessman in Yezhou City, and he is the second in command of Chunji Rice Company.

I have lived in Yezhou City for more than ten years, and I am a frequent visitor here.

Can't figure it out.Chu Feng's actions just now are totally illogical.

Thinking of this, Prince Jing knew that he couldn't figure out how Chu Feng did it.

Click————

The porcelain cup turned into powder and fell into the stomach along with the wine.

"Go ahead."

A mere wine glass is nothing more than a small item to Prince Jing who has practiced the "Iron Chewing Magic Art".

Chu Feng opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Amazing, I admire you. I thought you were just talking."

"..."

"Haha, actually even if you don't drink this cup, I can't help but want to say it."

"Chu Feng, did anyone tell you that you could easily be beaten to death outside like this?"

"Yes, but I think with my kung fu, there should not be many people who dare to say that they can beat me."

Chu Feng smiled confidently.

"The number one lightness kung fu in the world? Heh."

His Highness Prince Jing stared at Chu Feng noncommittally, his eyes gradually becoming dangerous.

"Uh, well, I admit that I'm not Prince Jing's opponent, so it's better for us not to fight each other."

Chu Feng knew that he couldn't continue to tease him anymore, after all, Prince Jing's temper was not very good.

When Prince Jing heard that he thought he was inferior to him, the depression in his heart dissipated.

He raised his wine glass: "Say."

"Yes." Chu Feng helplessly looked at Prince Jing who suddenly felt better.

This Highness really understands well.

But he didn't want to hide it, it's better to say that he wanted to show off a long time ago.

"Well, if I say I found him, it has nothing to do with the three questions I just asked. Would you want to hit me?" The smile on Chu Feng's face still looked so indebted.

Prince Jing's expression remained unchanged, he said, "I want to hit you right now."

"Haha, then I would like to thank you for not hitting me. In fact, this matter really has nothing to do with the three questions just now, because I knew before that he is a member of the Holy Gate." Chu Feng said the truth.

Prince Jing remained silent, but motioned him to continue talking.

For example, how did he know in advance that this fat man was from the Holy Gate?

"It's a long story, come on, pour me a glass of wine, and I'll tell you a story."

Chu Feng pushed the wine glass to the jug in Prince Jing's hand.

Prince Jing glanced at him.

"My wine is expensive."

"It's not bad, is it? I drank so much just now."

"No, I wasn't going to pay just now, but now you want me to treat you."

Prince Jing threw an exquisite wallet on the table.

Chu Feng's pupils shrank.

He couldn't help touching his waist.

"...Excellent. However, I can actually pay for it."

Chu Feng didn't know where to take out a golden wallet and threw it on the table.

Prince Jing froze when he was about to drink.

Chu Feng smiled and opened the wallet: "Look, this is a golden ticket with the Royal Bank logo."

He took out the gold notes in his wallet and counted them, and there were fourteen thousand gold notes.

In contrast, there were only a hundred silver coins in the other wallet.

"..." Prince Jing was speechless for a while, "With this little money, how dare you come to the Golden Willow Pavilion to drink?"

Chu Feng shook his head, "Look, am I not short of money now?"

With that said, he took out two more wallets.

When the fat man on the ground saw one of the wallets, his expression suddenly became painful.

"Tsk tsk, you are indeed the second head of Dongji Rice Bank." Chu Feng counted the money in the wallet.

Although not as rich and powerful as King Jing, he still has tens of thousands of gold tickets.

As for the other wallet, a slender hand wearing black gauze gloves was pressing on it.

"Chu Feng!!!"

Miss Haitang glared at Chu Feng with a gloomy face.

"Is the Chu family planning to start a full-scale war with my Holy Sect?!"

"Uh-uh-uh, no, Miss Haitang, why didn't you come out when I caught this fat man, and now you just took out your wallet and wanted to be beaten and killed? Could it be that your wallet is more expensive than this fat man's life? "

Chu Feng did not expect that the saint would be so angry.

Obviously there is not much money in the wallet.

He muttered to himself.

Upon hearing this, Miss Haitang suddenly swung a palm towards Chu Feng.

Chu Feng's figure flickered, and several afterimages appeared around him.

Prince Jing watched the fight between the two, and silently took a sip of wine.

Chu Feng's qinggong is indeed very fast, Miss Haitang is not his opponent as a thief.

"Shh——"

Chu Feng's body didn't seem to have moved in place.

He smiled and shook the two black gauze gloves on his hands.

Although Miss Haitang's face was extremely ugly, there was already a retreat in her eyes.

This thief's martial arts were beyond her imagination.

Since it was possible to take the glove from her hand, it is naturally possible to take her life as well.

"Hey, don't you want your stuff?"

Miss Haitang went downstairs without looking back.

Seeing Chu Feng's embarrassed face, Prince Jing smiled and said, "Do you know why she is angry?"

"Isn't it because I stole her things?" Chu Feng asked strangely.

Prince Jing smiled nicely: "No, it's because you touched her body. The saintesses of the Holy Gate have conservative and pure rules. Although she is in a brothel, Miss Haitang is still innocent."

When Chu Feng heard the words, his expression darkened instantly.

"Why didn't you remind me earlier?!"

"Since you have participated in this matter, you should do a good job of investigation in advance."

Prince Jing had already seen it.

The reason why this guy was able to find this fat man was probably entirely due to good luck.

Because this guy seems to be unclear about many things inside the Holy Gate.

"...I suddenly don't feel like telling stories."

"No, you can only escape the pursuit of the Holy Gate if you help me now."

"The pursuit of the Holy Gate? Isn't that the angry words of Miss Haitang?"

"Of course it's not an angry word. Although you didn't really touch her body, the status of a saint is so noble. Unless she is voluntary, you should die just for such skin-to-skin contact."

Prince Jing glanced at the fat man on the ground.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask the director of the Holy Gate."

......

Heimuya, in front of the cold pool, holding a fishing rod and cooking a pot of warm wine in this place full of silver and snowflakes. This old-age life is so leisurely. When I think of the deliciousness of the puffer fish, I can’t bear it. I couldn't help swallowing my saliva, the door of death, the door of death, so delicious, it is worth it to walk a test in front of Lord Yama.

The white-haired "old man" fishing on the shore had his eyes half open, half asleep and half awake, his body motionless.

The climate here is already lower than the temperature that ordinary people can live in, but this old man is only wearing loose black clothes, which shows that his internal strength has reached the level of perfection, and has reached the point where he is not afraid of the scorching heat and severe cold.

If it wasn't for the characteristics of his martial arts, it was because of his martial arts skills.

"Oh, I've been fishing all morning, why haven't any fish taken the bait yet?"

One eye opened slightly wide, looking at the calm water surface, speechless for a moment.

The old man felt that the fish in the cold pool seemed to be getting smarter.

"But I don't believe that you really can't bear the bait."

In this icy and snowy valley, there is a strange cold spring pool and a strange old man.

The breath of the old man has merged with this valley.

"Old man, you are leisurely, and now the outside is about to call up."

A touch of red clothes appeared suddenly, adding bright colors to the valley.

"No hurry, no hurry, it's not yet time."

As soon as the man retracted his hand, the fishing line jumped and pulled out of the water with a round freezing point.

With a "beep", the fish fell into the small bucket.