Chapter 1963 I'm Afraid of Pig-Like Teammates

City Lord Lian's old face was tense. He thought that what he gave them was the best step.

"Tongtian City has the rules of Tongtian City, you can't let this matter—" He raised his hand, ready to greet the real guards around him.

"Xiao Lian, get out of the way." The old man behind him who had been silent and had white hair and beard suddenly came up, and the old and thin hand held the hand that City Lord Lian was about to raise.

"Ba Lao?" Huo Lingtian was surprised.

The old man slowly paced to the smashed-up stall with a sad expression on his face, "What a pity! What a pity!"

City Lord Lian's second husband was puzzled, "Ba Lao, what's going on?"

The old man did not leave him, but turned his eyes to Yun Qingyan and them, "You made these smashed spiritual soups?"

The fat little counselor pulled Guang Han's sleeve tightly, making Guang Han's face gloomy as water.

Fatty Yu was a little flustered, what's wrong with the soup he boiled? These people are not going to arrest him, are they?

"These soups are indeed ours." Yun Qingyan glanced at the cowardly group of fat men, and stood up helplessly, looking directly at the old man, "Are you planning to pay for our losses?"

Unexpectedly, the old man nodded, "Yes! How much have you lost! I'll pay for it!"

City Lord Lian was startled, "Ba Lao, how can you make compensation, I..."

But let the old man stop and refuse, "I will compensate them for their losses."

When Big Fatty Yu heard it, no matter who compensated, Yuanyu was in his bag anyway, and he jumped out immediately, "These soup gu is a bowl of one thousand premium Yuanyu, and your men broke a total of three thousand pieces. Bowl, a total of 30,000 premium Yuanyu."

Hmph, anyway, those guys had no idea when they smashed it. He just reported two thousand more bowls, and the other party didn't know.

The abacus in Little Fatty's heart crackled.

The guard beside Lian Sanshao widened his eyes, "How can there be 3,000 bowls?! Just your booth, there are more than 300 bowls!"

Hearing that, Fatty Yu became angry, his eyes widened, and angrily went straight to the King of God, "You fart! Obviously we have a thousand bowls!"

"Forehead……"

Cloud gently supported his forehead.

Ji Weiran and Qin Li turned their faces silently.

Xing Lan unconsciously moved towards the crowd.

Huo Yichen's face twitched.

Guang Han wanted to leave, but was helplessly grabbed by Fatty Yu's clothes, and his face was so frozen that he could directly freeze an ice lolly.

As for Ji Sven's one Erha...

"Yes, yes! It's obviously a thousand bowls, so don't talk nonsense if you don't know how to count!"

Yun Qingyan: "..." I'm not afraid of opponents like gods, but I'm afraid of teammates like pigs!

Yu Dafa later realized that he had leaked his mouth, swallowed hard, stuck his neck and refused to admit it,

"No, no, no! We put out three thousand bowls! I made a slip of the tongue just now! Slip of the tongue!"

Ji Siwen was the only one in the crowd who was not sober. He turned his head to look at Fatty Yu, "Isn't it a thousand bowls? When did we put an extra two thousand bowls?"

Yun Qingyan winked at Huo Yichen.

Huo Yichen didn't say a word, a knife was behind Ji Siwen's head and dragged away the person who was knocked unconscious.

Fatty Yu was relieved when he saw Ji Siwen in a coma. Brother Ji is too unreliable.

Really, almost ruined his good deeds.

Yun Qingyan snapped her fingers, and the emerald green vines rose from the ground and circled into a seat. She crossed her fingers, her face was calm, and she spoke slowly.