Chapter 15 The grave grass is two meters high

Lu Heng walked over and kicked him twice to vent his anger. He took the things handed over by his subordinates, confirmed that it was a marriage certificate and household registration book, and said, "You should be careful in the future and don't let him catch it."

Chen Ling is not an ordinary person. After suffering such a big loss, he will definitely take revenge.

"Yes, the God of War in Jiuzhou." Ten top Chinese generals respectfully saluted him, watched him leave, and then turned around and left.

Chen Ling was beaten, his marriage certificate, household registration book, and everything on him were snatched away. The key is that he still didn't know who was secretly punished. He ate the biggest and most infuriating loss in his life.

Ning Zhiyu's side can be ruled out first. He does not have the courage or the ability to drive the warriors at the level of the master and the great master for his use.

"Look!" Chen Ling was irritable: "Let's search the whole of China and find people for me. I will personally interrogate the people in the top 100 people on the God List!"

Only ten warriors at the level of master can compete with him. He can be sure that those ten people are all master level, and even quasi-grandmaster level warriors.

"The God of War in Jiuzhou, the God of War in Guarding the Country, and the top ten war generals under their respective commands are probably not found." Wen Li was so scared that he didn't dare to speak and wanted to laugh again.

The eldest young man was beaten!

What a novelty!

He has never been beaten since he was a child!

He himself is a top ten warrior in the Gods List. He has always been confident and doesn't even bring a bodyguard when he goes out.

"I understand." Chen Ling suddenly stood up: "It must be that bastard Fu Zhanfeng's revenge on me!"

Wen Li coughed and complained without fear of death: "Young Master, you know, Young Master Chou will not be bored to do such things, otherwise you will not be able to live now."

That is the God of War for the protection of the country in China, and the national interests are supreme. This is doubtful that it is too low-level.

However, the person in front of him often tempted wildly on the verge of committing suicide. If the one who really had the same knowledge as him, his grave grass would probably be two meters tall.

Chen Ling killed him with a death stare and said, "He will pay you your salary?"

Wen Li was so scared that her whole body froze, and then followed her dog's legs and agreed: "Young Master, you are right, and you cannot rule out that possibility."

Alas, as a poor working man, he has also worked hard for his wages.

At this moment, the auction of Genting Pavilion has begun.

Valuable lots are auctioned one by one, such as jewelry, antique calligraphy and paintings, in the eyes of others, which are appreciation spaces and precious collections.

In Shi Xia's eyes, the items turned into symbols of spiritual energy, but they had no money in their pockets and only had a jealousy.

When Guiye came out, Shi Xia was so excited. She was really unhappy when she only had sex. She still had to hurry up and get rich.

The auctioneer briefly introduced that the starting price of oak leaves is: 10 million, and the price increase is no less than 10 million each time.

"Twenty million."

Someone raised a sign.

"Thirty million."

Someone raised the price.

"Forty million."

Shi Xia finally raised the sign.

Fu Zhanfeng in the diamond box looked slightly sideways, narrow and cold dark eyes, looking at the little girl who sat quietly for an hour and held a sign for the first time, with her thin lips lightly opening: "Fifty million."

After his words.

Everyone present looked towards the box with awe. Those who wanted to hold up their signs, put down the bidding signs, and those who wanted to bid, gave up the idea of ​​bidding.
Chapter completed!