11, Chapter Eleven(1/2)
As the steward on the stage finished speaking, the discussion not only did not stop, but actually got louder.
"What's going on? Why did the promised Bing Xin Liu change?"
"This kind of thing has never happened in Zhenbao Pavilion before, right?"
"What the hell is going on?"
As more and more people spoke in the audience, Chu Jinxiao looked ugly, already knowing the meaning of what the boy just said.
The young steward suppressed Bing Xinliu and threatened him.
I saw his face darken.
The boy next to him showed an expression that was indeed the case, and said with a proud smile: "Master Chu has already seen the current situation."
"Young Master, you'd better go to the VIP Pavilion with me."
Chu Jinxiao turned his head and tightened his grip on the sword slightly.
…
Wei Gegang on the other end ordered to go down and press down the Bing Xin Liu.
The head of the Wei family received the news.
He finished what he was doing and was going to plead guilty to Sword Master Ning Ji.
Unexpectedly, just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the big news that the auction item had been changed, which shocked him.
"Who do you think asked me to change it?"
Wei Zhiyun opened his eyes wide and looked ugly.
The attendant also knew that Bing Xinliu was related to a big shot, so he said cautiously: "Yes, it's the young master."
It was he who had just asked the stewards to suppress Bing Xinliu, and he only knew about it just now.
"It seems to be for a beauty."
He hesitated about the last sentence.
evil creature!
Wei Zhiyun couldn't catch his breath, he was almost angry to death from this scoundrel!
When Sword Master Ning Ji finally came to the Treasure Pavilion, he seized the items that the other party wanted. He thought that the position of the Wei family was secure, right?!
His face turned red with anger from Wei Ge, and his hands started to shake.
This traitor!
Seeing that Wei Zhi's luck had changed, he asked cautiously at any time.
"Master, are you okay?"
Wei Zhiyun took a deep breath.
He suppressed his trembling hands, closed his eyes and said sternly: "Let that traitor come to see me, and I will personally force him to make amends with Sword Master Ning Ji."
This evildoer is usually uneducated and has no skills. He just imitates those dandy boys and indulges in beauty.
At times like this now, there is no distinction between occasion and right and wrong!
His face was gloomy.
It took a lot of effort to restrain myself.
…
Wei Ge was sitting on the third floor, leisurely waiting for Chu Jinxiao to beg him.
The two faced each other.
Chu Jinxiao was originally a well-mannered person, but at this moment his face turned cold, and there was a bit of murderous intent on his beautiful face as clear as the moon.
Wei Ge seemed not to notice, raising his eyebrows and saying:
"The Bing Xin Liu is just a bit rare, but not valuable. Brother Chu, is there anything else you want to take pictures of?"
He looked at the stage and smiled.
Chu Jinxiao tightened his sword and looked at him: "I only want Bing Xin Liu."
Wei Ge has been humiliated like this three times.
The servants around him were following him, and many people recognized him as the young steward of Zhenbao Pavilion, and they all looked at him quietly.
He suppressed his patience and said in a deep voice at this moment: "However, although this Bingxinliu is not valuable, it does not appear in the store, so it is not easy to get it."
"If Brother Chu offends me, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get this Bingxinliu."
This is already threatening.
This auction was organized by the Wei family, and the meaning in his tone was clear.
If he doesn't want anyone to get something, no one can get it.
People around him were whispering, and the stab caused pain to the face of Wei Ge, who was so proud of himself.
Seeing that Chu Jinxiao still didn't recognize him, he finally let go of his words.
However, the next moment, Chu Jinxiao drew his sword.
His sword training comes from the person who is the best swordsman in Kyushu, so he is naturally not weak.
This sword is out.
Wei Ge's crown was cut off in half in an instant.
"I'll say it again, I want Bing Xin Liu."
There was silence in the air.
Wei Ge's proud face stiffened slightly.
The sword was less than an inch away from him.
If it was a step later, he would really have to explain it here.
The way he looked at Chu Jinxiao now was not just about beauty, and he couldn't help but change slightly.
The man's jade face was slightly cold, and his hand holding the sword was steady.
To be able to have such swordsmanship in a foundation-building period... it's obvious that he comes from a famous family.
Could it be that...he kicked the iron plate?
His heart skipped a beat.
Suddenly, the attendant beside my father hurried over.
Wei Ge frowned and turned his head: "Uncle Zhong, why are you here?"
The man known as Uncle Zhong had cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He managed to calm down, but his voice was cold and evil:
"Stop meddling, the master of the house is looking for you."
Wei Ge:...?
Looking for him?
Could it be that his father was dissatisfied with his obsession with beauty?
Chu Jinxiao sheathed his sword, and Wei Ge was still a little confused when he was escorted outside the VIP Pavilion on the third floor.
After walking to the door, he saw someone walking anxiously outside a pavilion.
Wei Zhiyun saw Wei Ge and kicked Wei Ge before he could open his mouth.
Gritting his teeth, he said, "You traitor! Do you know whose Bing Xin Liu you want to crush belongs to?"
Wei Ge:......
who?
Isn't it the beauty's?
But he didn't say these words. Wei Zhiyun looked at it and hated the iron even more.
He looked extremely ugly.
Looking at Chu Jinxiao who had never spoken, he frowned and spoke.
"This young master..."
He originally thought it was a noble matter, so he would let others leave first.
Unexpectedly, he was interrupted before he finished speaking.
"Let him in."
There was a lot of noise outside, and Ning Ji naturally heard it.
Listening to Wei Zhiyun's tone, he probably knew that it was not a big deal. It was just that Bing Xinliu was suppressed without his knowledge.
To be continued...