My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

"Boy, I'm afraid you don't know what I used to do."

Chen Liming no longer joked with Yang Feng.

He grabbed the kitchen knife and chopped it on Yang Feng's head.

With skillful techniques, the kitchen knife fell from the air, aiming straight to split Yang Feng's head.

Just when Chen Liming thought he was going to see his brains flying, his hand suddenly stopped at this moment.

Yang Feng grabbed his wrist, causing Chen Liming to sink one hand into the quagmire.

"You used to kill pigs, right?"

"how do you know!"

"It's nothing. If you keep killing pigs, you can still serve the people. It's a pity that you have to go down this road."

"Damn it, I'll kill you!"

Chen Liming was angry.

But the next moment.

"Crack!"

The sound of broken bones came.

The kitchen knife fell to the ground with a bang.

Yang Feng kicked him in the abdomen.

Chen Liming's body flew several meters high, hit the chandelier on the ceiling hard, and then fell down with a splash.

"Boom!"

As his body fell heavily to the ground.

A crack appeared on the floor at this time.

Yang Feng smiled and looked at Hua Meiling, who was showing off her power behind her.

At this time, her body was shaking, and the stick in her hand fell to the ground unsteadily.

Where has she seen such power?

"Call the police yourself."

Yang Feng said nonchalantly.

At this time, Hua Meiling seemed to finally think of calling the police.

She quickly called 110 and said: "Comrade police! Come and save me quickly!"

Now she feels that she is in danger.

As the call comes through.

After a while, several police officers came.

After Yang Feng cooperated with them to make a confession, he left here with Zhao Zhuwei.

It was still past two o'clock in the afternoon outside, and it was very hot.

On the side of the road.

Zhao Zhuwei looked a little happy, and said: "We have achieved justice today, why don't we go find a place to eat to celebrate?"

"Stop it, that's me seeking justice, it has nothing to do with you."

"Nonsense, if I hadn't discovered this house, would you have had a chance to get justice?"

"You have the nerve to say that you almost showed us a haunted house."

Yang Feng glared at her angrily when she mentioned this.

Zhao Zhuwei's expression was slightly embarrassed, and she coughed dryly and said, "Isn't this the house introduced by a friend? Who knew there were two murderers inside."

"But you are right. Justice has been served today. There is a noodle shop in front of you. I'll treat you to a meal."

"Row!"

Zhao Zhuwei agreed, leaning next to Yang Feng, looking at him occasionally, and said with a smile: "By the way, how do you know Feng Shui? I haven't heard you mention it before."

"Feudal superstition is not worth promoting."

"No, I just saw that you can clearly tell that the feng shui of that house is not good!"

Zhao Zhuwei opened her eyes wide.

Now that she thinks about it carefully, she still finds it incredible.

After all, Yang Feng is already a Feng Shui master at such a young age.

And judging from his expression, he seemed to be very calm.

This shows that he is very confident in himself.

"Hey, who is your master? He seems to have taught you a lot."

Zhao Zhuwei blinked curiously.

"Front."

Yang Feng spoke.

"What? Your master is in front?"

Before Zhao Zhuwei could react, her head suddenly hit the wire pole in front of her.

"Boom~"

"Hey! It hurts!"

Zhao Zhuwei rubbed her head, looking a little cute in pain.

Immediately afterwards, she puffed out her cheeks and said depressedly: "You reminded me just because you hit me so close on purpose!"

"Who told you to walk without looking at the road?"

"You are raking the wind, I obviously believe you and that's why you didn't look at the road!"

Zhao Zhuwei opened her eyes wide.

While the two were arguing, a voice in front interrupted their thoughts.

"Hey, Sister Wei, why are you here too?"

Chen Jiyue stood not far away.

Zhao Zhuwei coughed dryly and said hello: "Xiaoyue, when did you return to Jiangcheng?"

"I just came back yesterday. I originally planned to find you today, but I didn't expect to meet you here."

Chen Jiyue chuckled and joked: "You two have a very good relationship."

"It's very good. If you didn't come, she would probably beat me up."

Yang Feng teased.

Chen Jiyue didn't understand, but still asked: "Sister Wei, how is your flower shop doing these days?"

"It's okay. You've been in the capital for so long. I can only open a few flower shops."

Zhao Zhuwei and Chen Jiyue have a very good relationship. They miss each other very much after not seeing each other for half a month.

Seeing the two of them chatting, Yang Feng simply said: "Why don't you two find a cooler place to chat? You will be dehydrated if you stay out in the sun for a while."

"Then I'll treat you to milk tea!"

Chen Jiyue was very happy.

He took the two of them to a milk tea shop.

There were not many people in the store.

Chen Jiyue talked about a lot of what she had seen and heard in the capital, and Zhao Zhuwei nodded repeatedly.

After all, she studied in the capital.

But Chen Jiyue also said at this time: "By the way, my dad also said that he would come back to find a doctor this time to treat Mr. Song in the capital."

"Mr. Song, I think I've seen him before. He was quite healthy before."

"I'm not sure. Anyway, I was already sick when I went to see him."

Chen Jiyue was talking to Zhao Zhuwei.

While the two were talking, Yang Feng looked at the girls passing by outside the window as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Zhuwei talked for a long time before she realized that Yang Feng was abnormal next to her and stopped him and said, "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing. How was your chat? I have to go home soon."

Yang Feng remembered that he had to auction the amulet he made yesterday.

According to Yang Feng's estimation, the value of this thing is definitely not low.

Chen Jiyue also stood up and said: "Sister Wei, how about I go to your place to play too? It just so happens that I don't have to go back at night."

"Okay, okay, just help me find another villa. We went to buy a house just now, but we met two murderers."

Zhao Zhuwei talked about what happened just now.

Several people returned home.

Yang Feng took out the talisman he had made before and the ten elixirs he had just made, and walked outside.

He knew that Birrell was already in Jiangcheng.

At the door of an auction.

There are many people coming and going.

Biler stood next to the flower bed and smiled when he saw Yang Feng approaching from a distance.

"With your outfit, you look like you're meeting a secret agent."

Yang Feng joked.

Birrell chuckled and said, "This is a grand moment."

"This is what you want."

Yang Feng bought a small porcelain bottle and placed ten pills in it.

After reading it, Birrell said with satisfaction: "Mr. Yang is indeed not a mortal."

"Well, I have to go to the auction later. Do you want to come with me?"

"auctions?"

"There is a big auction here today, and I happen to have something to auction."

Yang Feng answered easily.

When Birrell heard this, he also became interested and said, "The things Mr. Yang auctioned must be extraordinary, right?"

"You'll see it in a moment."

Yang Feng gave up and walked inside.

Seeing Yang Feng's mysterious look, Biler's expression became a little more curious, so he subconsciously followed him in.