Chapter 1311 Pretend to Be a Pig and Eat a Tiger?

Seeing that the palm of the distracted thug was about to fall on the old man's face, the old man couldn't help but stare at him, and cursed: "Little bastard, don't you feel ashamed to beat an old man like me?"

"Snapped!"

A loud slap sounded.

But it was not the old man who was beaten, but the distracted thug, and the one who beat him was actually himself.

"Ouch!"

The next moment, the distracted thug let out a scream, and he was a little dazed, not knowing why he was beating himself.

"Grandpa, are you alright?" Murong Hongdou finally rushed to the old man's side and asked with concern.

"What can I do, just because this little bastard can't hurt the old man!" the old man said very stinkingly.

Seeing this scene, Song Yan's heart trembled. Just now, he had been paying attention to the old man's movements, but he couldn't see what kind of tricks the old man had used, so that the distracted thug suddenly stopped and slapped himself hand.

"Could it be that the other party is really an expert pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?" He wondered in his heart.

Deacon Ma was also a little dazed when he saw this scene, and then he shouted at the distracted thug: "Wu Shan, what the hell are you doing, I told you to teach this dead old man a lesson, not to beat yourself, shameful thing!"

"I...!" The distracted thug Wu Shan felt aggrieved, he didn't know what happened just now, so he withdrew his hand and slapped himself by accident.

Feeling the burning pain on his cheek, his eyes turned cold, he stared at the old man and said: "Damn old man, I will kill you!"

Murderous intent appeared in Wu Shan's eyes, and he punched loudly.

"Little bastard, it seems that the slap just now hasn't made you realize your mistake!" The old man sneered.

"Boom!"

With a muffled groan, Wu Shan's tall body flew upside down like a cannonball, directly flew out of the room and landed in the yard.

"Wow!"

He opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, looking very embarrassed.

Weird! Endless weirdness!

Because he was still the one who knocked Wu Shan into the air, just like before, he was about to hit the old man, and then he withdrew his hand strangely, and punched himself in the chest, without any intention of holding back.

"What exactly is going on?"

This time, Song Yan released his spiritual consciousness, and every move in the room could not escape his detection. At the same time, he also activated the magical power of perspective, but he still failed to discover how the old man controlled the distracted thug Mindful.

That's right, he suspected that the old man had used some kind of special method to temporarily control the distracted thug's mind.

Song Yan is confident that even if a jealous master strikes in front of him, it is impossible to escape his eyes. Why can't he find out how the old man did it? Could it be that he is a fairy-level master?

The old man's method completely shocked Deacon Ma and the others, but Wu Yang, who was slapped, was quite excited, secretly said, the old fairy is the old fairy, and the method is really incomparably mysterious.

"Would you three try it too?"

The old man focused on the other three distracted thugs.

"no no!"

With the lessons learned from Wu Shan, the three of them are not stupid, how could they not know that the old man is an expert.

Deacon Ma stared at the old man with an ugly face: "Who the hell are you, why did you come to our place to make trouble?"

"Bah!" The old man spat on the ground, and said disdainfully, "You really can't talk, we are here to buy a house, how come you make trouble?"

"You go, we won't sell that mansion!" Deacon Ma said with some horror.

"Hey, if your shopkeeper knows that you drive the guests out, how will he deal with you?" The old man sneered, "Okay, I don't want to argue with a junior like you, tell me, how many spirit crystals are there in that haunted house?" Sell!"

Deacon Ma hesitated, gritted his teeth and said, "At least 20,000!"

"Ten thousand!" The old man slowly quoted a price.

Hearing the old man's quotation, Deacon Ma almost jumped up: "Impossible, this price is too low!"

"Then don't blame the old man for helping you publicize this haunted house. When the house falls into your hands, it won't be sold even for 10,000 yuan!" The old man said confidently.

"That's our business too, you go!" Deacon Ma waved his hand, this old fortune-teller was too weird, he didn't want to talk to him.

"Ma Yuan, what do you mean? Who gave you the right to drive away the guests?" At this moment, a young man in brocade clothes strode in and questioned Deacon Ma with an unkind expression.

Seeing this brocade-clothed young man, Deacon Ma's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly stepped forward to salute and say, "I've seen you, Young Master!"

"Let me ask you, why do you want to drive away the guests?" Young Master Jinyi asked with an unfriendly expression.

"My lord, it's not that my subordinates drove them away on purpose, but this old gentleman is messing around here. For the mansion in the west city, he bid 10,000 top-quality spirit crystals. You know, the price we took over is more than 10,000! "Deacon Ma said with great aggrievedness.

"Oh, is that so?" The young man in brocade clothes turned cold.

"My lord, my subordinates don't dare to tell half a lie! Please be careful, my lord!"

"Hmph!" Young Master Jin Yi let out a cold snort, and stared at the old man: "Old man, do you know whose business this dental shop belongs to? Come to my place to make trouble, are you tired of working!"

"Hey, here comes another little bastard who doesn't know how to respect the old man!" the old man said at ease, not paying attention to Mr. Jin Yi at all.

Seeing that the old man was disrespectful to his young master, Deacon Ma saw the opportunity to please his young master, and quickly jumped out and pointed at the old man and scolded: "You old man, you are presumptuous, my young master is the third son of the prefect of Wei, open your dog eyes to see clearly Now, my son is something you can afford!"

"Tsk tsk, the son of the prefect of Wei, he is so majestic and powerful!"

At this moment, a discordant voice sounded.

"Fuck, who is it, get out of here!" Young Master Jin Yi was furious.

"Miss Wei, your temper is really getting worse. My son has come in, what do you do?" At this moment, a handsome man stepped in and looked at the young man in brocade clothes with contempt in his eyes.

Seeing the other person's face clearly, Young Master Jinyi's expression changed drastically, he bowed and said: "Ah, Young Master Dongfang, it's you, I didn't know it was you, I made a slip of the tongue just now, please forgive me!"

Yes, the person who came was Dongfang Yubai.

Dongfang Yubai ignored Mr. Jinyi at all, strode up to Song Yan, smiled and said: "Brother Song, you want to buy a house, why didn't you tell me earlier, I'll just give you one!"

"Brother Dongfang, be polite!" Song Yan stood up and said.

Dongfang Yubai smiled and said: "You and I are welcome, come and follow me, I happen to have an unused house, you go and have a look, if it is not suitable, go to my dental shop to choose!"

Song Yan pondered slightly and said: "Since Brother Dongfang has good intentions, then I will not be polite!"

Seeing this, the young master of the Wei family couldn't help but tremble in his heart. Even Dongfang Yubai offered to give away the house. How could his background be so simple? For a moment, he gave Deacon Ma a very dissatisfied look, and thought to himself, after this incident, he must Gotta teach this guy a lesson.

But Deacon Ma was completely dumbfounded, and regretted inexplicably in his heart. He knew Dongfang Yubai, the son of General Dongfang, a rich dude in the imperial capital, and even his own son wanted to curry favor with him.

But I offended Young Master Dongfang's friend, I'm afraid my Young Master won't give him good fruit to eat.