There is and only Zhuo Buli.

Moreover, Su Mu had a feeling.

He couldn't figure out the depth of Brother Zhuo's strength at all.

Even when facing his grandfather Su Xuanji, he didn't feel this way.

Even though he knew that Su Xuanji must be far more powerful than Zhuo Buli, Su Mu dared to fight Su Xuanji and did not dare to fight Zhuo Buli.

Zhuo Buli turned his head and looked at Su Mu indifferently.

Su Mu quickly smiled embarrassedly, then calmed down and said slowly:

"Feng Qinghuang is from the Zong Laohui."

Su Yun shook his hand.

The small teacup the size of an egg in his hand jingled and fell to pieces.

The teapot and tea cup on the coffee table are a set of teapots and tea cups, with a thin body as paper as it is a tea set for the emperor hundreds of years ago.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is priceless.

The one who can be used by Su Yunkai to entertain Zhuo Buli must be the most obvious treasure in his hands.

This thing is probably the only thing in the world.

A teacup was smashed directly, and Su Yunkai felt like a knife was shattered:

"My Chenghua Doucai!"

There was once a Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup, which was auctioned at a sky-high price of 200 million yuan.

That was the emperor's royal wine glass.

Su Yunkai's teacup was not under the chicken jar cup at all.

Zhuo Buli heard the three words "Zong Lao Hui".

The tea cup he was holding in his hand was also broken.

Su Yunkai felt like he had been stabbed again:

"Master Zhuo!!"

Heartache so much that I can't breathe.
Chapter completed!