Mu Xiangyun roared sadly on the spot.

His jade lion was actually stolen!

Damn it!

This pair of jade lions was stolen, not only to compensate for their own money, but also to compensate their customers.

What made Mu Xiangyun's back even more chill was that the note revealed a sharp murderous intent.

If you dare to donate again, you will kill your whole family!

This is being threatened!

...

Afternoon, five o'clock.

Liang Xiaozi was walking on the street with a box. His suitcase was filled with all kinds of gadgets. In his words, they were all treasures, but in fact they were messy cultural relics.

There are true and false.

You said why did he wander around with fake ones?

It’s normal, who told him to set up a street stall? Setting up a street stall tests the customers’ eyesight. If it’s all real things and there is no fake, how can he make money by making money?

Thinking of the money earned at the revival event held at a Maozhai two days ago, Liang Xiazi felt as sweet as honey.

It would be great to hold two more such activities. Although I donated money in the end, compared with the money I earned, it would be a drop in the bucket.

If there are such activities that can make him money, he will continue to donate.

Bang!

Who would have thought that when he was thinking about this, a powerful force suddenly came from behind Liang Xiaozi, and he pushed him out. A car happened to drive over. The driver had no intention of stopping at all, so he crushed his legs.

"Click!"

"ah!"

As the sound of a crisp breaking sounded, Liang Xiaozi's legs were broken.

A piece of white paper fell from the ground.
Chapter completed!