This sentence is the Dinghai Shenzhen.

Both Yang Jiyan and Pei Mingqiu, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, began to take off their clothes, until only a pair of underwear was left.

Looking at the white flowers in front of him, Su Mu couldn't help laughing wildly:

"It's pleasing to the eye, it's really pleasing to the eye. Haha, Lao Jiang, come on, take a photo as a souvenir."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Wangshu actually took out his cell phone and started taking pictures.

Su Mu was actually still in a concave shape, s--ing and b--ing for a while, which made Yang Jiyan and others hate him.

Peat.

Have fun, have fun, and don't take pictures when it's important.

Don’t you understand this rule?

This grandson is so hateful.

If that's all it is, then that's it.

Feng Shaosi smiled calmly at Su Mu and said:

"Okay, you send someone to take over their sect and family. I will tell them to leave everything to you within one day and say goodbye."

"slow."

Su Mu chuckled:

"I remember, there is one more clause in the bet."

Feng Siming was stunned for a moment, then thought about it and said with a smile:

"Are you talking about the wealth you have on you? It doesn't matter. What do you have on you? How much is it? I will compensate you according to the price for them, every penny is not a penny."

Winking at Feng Siming with great pride, Su Mu asked softly:

"Your Highness, do you know the space of imaginary numbers?"

Feng Siming's expression changed for the first time tonight.

He stared at Su Mu in horror and said in disbelief:

"How is that possible? How could you possibly know the space of imaginary numbers?"

Su Mu shrugged and decided to lie:

"Don't forget what the Tianxing Sect does."

Feng Siming's face suddenly turned as black as ink.
Chapter completed!