4214 The Feeling of Being Pitted at the Door 5

Han Tiancheng glanced down at the gold coins on the ground, and said with a smile: "Uncle Gong, you have always been good at calculating, but this time it was a miscalculation."

Uncle Duan, who was leaning against the wall, raised his eyes lazily.

Could it be that the little girl he favored was really so useless?

The few people who stopped and watched in the distance also turned their heads at this time.

"Young master, it doesn't seem like there will be any new changes. You don't need to watch this lively anymore, right?"

"It's not time yet, what's the hurry?"

The man grinned and shook his head slightly.

Finally, the last ray of sunlight is about to set.

Han Tiancheng jumped up, pointed at the door in front of him, and roared.

"How dare you be a tortoise? Come on, let me tear down this door first!"

A group of people rushed out quickly, then, waving their weapons, they slammed towards the gate.

Everyone on the side looked disappointed.

It seems that the miracle did not happen after all.

It's no wonder, who can fight against the Han family?

They turned their heads in disappointment, ready to turn and leave, they couldn't bear to see the scene of Lingyuntang turning into ruins.

Just when the door of Lingyun Hall was about to be smashed, suddenly, the door creaked open from the inside.

Then, a figure rushed out like a whirlwind.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

After a series of sounds of fisting to the flesh, there was a scream of crying father and mother!

The group of guards were directly beaten and flew out of the air, lying on the ground with blood all over their faces, unconscious.

A big man stood in front of him majestic and majestic, it was Mo Ziqing.

"How dare you move this son's subordinates?"

Han Tiancheng strode out.

He looked at Mo Ziqing with a sneer.

"I think you should think about it first, what should you do next, and you still have the heart to stand up for Ling Yuntang?"

"Don't you know that this medicine store will be named Han soon?"

"who said it?"

Ye Qingli strode out.

Her eyes were cold and threatening, and she swept to the left and right.

"Young Master Han is so anxious, the sun doesn't seem to have set yet."

"Hmph, I don't believe you can really come up with those pills?"

"Actually, I don't even believe it myself."

Ye Qingli smiled and glanced at the gold coins thrown on the ground.

"Originally, it was impossible for me to practice so many medicinal herbs. However, when I thought that someone was so rushing to send me money, I couldn't control the prehistoric power in my body."

"So, after working hard, I finally got out of work."

"Nalan, bring all the medicine pills."

"Humph, I already knew you couldn't..."

Han Tiancheng spoke arrogantly, and suddenly his face flushed red as if he had been choked back in the second half of his sentence.

Looking at the two boxes behind Ye Qingli...

"Cough, cough, cough!"

He immediately coughed loudly, as if he was choking on his own saliva, his eyes were about to protrude from their sockets, and he looked in disbelief!

In the box, it was divided into hidden compartments, and they were placed in different categories. There were a total of 500 medicinal pills!

A lot!

Uncle Duan, who had a decadent appearance and was about to fall asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes suddenly lit up!

And the others, all look like a mourning concubine!

"No, it's impossible, it's definitely fake!"

Han Tiancheng, who was stunned for a while, suddenly shouted hysterically!