After the Tuna Young Master finished speaking, he kept looking at Yan Zheng with a smile, calm and composed, not worried that Yan Zheng would not agree to his conditions, and thoughtfully left Yan Zheng time to think.

The Tuna Master's words were reasonable and well-founded, and Yan Zheng had no way to refute it. For a moment, Yan Zheng didn't know how to answer. He just took advantage of the Tuna Master's time to give him time and he thought about it carefully. But the other party's appearance of me being sure of you,

Zheng felt a little angry. Generally, the look of the pretense that Zhizhu was holding was his exclusive expression. Now I saw this expression on other people's faces. I was really angry. I really wanted to go up and beat him up the face he deserved to beat.

I'm handsome at all...

Yan Zheng teased in his heart that he would not have really lost his mind and rushed up to catch the tuna boy. At the moment, he didn't even have the qualifications to turn the table up, and no matter how angry he was, he could only swallow it in his stomach.

After muttering a few words, Yan Zheng forced himself to calm down and calm down. Yan Zheng's IQ returned to the high ground. After the IQ was launched, Yan Zheng began to examine what Mr. Tuna said just now, wanting to find a few breakthroughs from it to refute.

After thinking about it carefully for a while, Yan Zheng suddenly realized that things did not seem as simple as it seemed.

On the surface, the Tuna Young Master liked him and wanted to keep him by his side as a playmate.

From another perspective, it is likely that Miki is confronting him secretly.

The key point of Ling Yanzheng's doubts was in the last words of Tuna Young Master. The Tuna Young Master said this was completely unsparing, which made Yan Zheng unable to find any reason to refute. This was somewhat inconsistent with Tuna Young Master's previous performance.

Before the Tuna Master said this, he was uneasy. He smiled and praised Yanzheng for being loyal, but the next second he threatened Yanzheng with a sinister and fierce temper and said that he had a bad temper.

This kind of moody and unrestrained style of suppressing people with momentum is in line with the style of a second-generation ancestor. This kind of young master works according to his own preferences, does not talk nonsense at all, and does not have the thought of analyzing it thoroughly.

But the Tuna Young Master said the style of painting suddenly changed, and his analysis made him very clear, making people unable to take advantage of it.

Only the meticulous Lao Yinbi can say such impeccable words, which not only makes people unable to refute, but also has a vague sense of forcing others to make choices.

The other party mentioned a keyword, money!

It looked like a second-generation ancestor looked down upon and showed no strength, but Yan Zheng smelled a trace of unusual meaning.

The money here is not ordinary currency in the real world. The money mentioned by the tuna boy can scare the baby face and they are so scared that they dare not take it. The terrifying meaning can be imagined.

The other party's real purpose is definitely not to use money to buy him. The other party may have to use money to scare him. This sudden shock style is like a withdrawal from Miki's previous practice.

Of course, this is just Yan Zheng's guess in his heart. He has no conclusive evidence to show that the Tuna Young Master has been replaced by Miki.

As the saying goes, it is better to kill the wrong one than let it go.

For Yan Zheng, it would be enough to have this slight doubt. No matter whether he was the words that Sangi had just controlled the tuna boy, as long as he felt the traces of Sangi, it would be worth his energy to deal with them with 800% of his energy.

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When Yan Zheng looked up again, there was an extra bag in his hand of Tuna. The color of the bag was a little darker in the red light, but Yan Zheng was sure that the bag was not black, and black would only look darker under the red light.

, and the bag is dark and has a feeling of redness and purpleness.

Yan Zheng frowned and suddenly had a bad premonition.

At this time, the tuna boy opposite him smiled and said, "As long as you promise me, this bag of money will be yours!"

While speaking, he threw the bag directly at Yan Zheng. Yan Zheng subconsciously stretched out his two pliers to pick it up. The bag was about the same size as Yan Zheng's body, a bit like an ancient wallet, about twenty centimeters long, and was about to put the bag in the mouth.

Stand open.

The vertical length of the bag filled with three was greater than Yan Zheng's height at this time. Even if Yan Zheng jumped up from the ground, he could not catch it firmly. The bag was hit on Yan Zheng's sharp shrimp head.

After breaking open, Yan Zheng's pliers were only taken to two-thirds of the bag.

As soon as the pliers touched the thing inside, Yan Zheng immediately noticed something was wrong. The thing inside the bag seemed to be round and the surface was very smooth. His pliers passed directly from the smooth surface of the ball.

Yan Zheng said intimately that something was wrong. The stuff inside was squeezed by the double pliers like a glass ball.

As Yan Zheng landed, countless spherical objects hit Yan Zheng's head. Yan Zheng subconsciously closed his shrimp eyes. Although he didn't see the appearance of the things inside, Yan Zheng could definitely feel the things inside.

It was not metal, because the balls hitting his face did not have the hard and cold texture of metal, but were warm, soft, smooth and elastic, like an elastic ball hitting his face.

Yan Zheng still remembers that when he opened his eyes, he heard screams from baby faces and others coming from behind. Not only three girls were screaming, but even two boys screamed that pierced their eardrums.

Yan Zheng hurriedly opened his eyes in surprise. Even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but scream when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Damn!"

On the table, dozens of eyeballs jumped like jumping candy, rolling all over the table, blood on the whites of eyes under the red moonlight were like countless bloody lightning, cracking the white eyeballs, and

It seemed like countless magma was about to gush out from the whites of the eyes, and the pupils that were covered without eyelids were completely exposed to the air. Yan Zheng had never seen such a complete look.

Each eyeball has different emotions in its pupils, as if it was alive, and these eyes looked at him without any restraint. No matter how Yan Zheng dodged, Yan Zheng always felt that they looked at him again.

Using the corners of the eyes, using the pupils, and using the lens... No matter which angle, it is like a living person looking at him with every angle of his eyes, squinted eyes, cross-eyed eyes, looking straight, picking up, and glance down... The feeling of peeping comes from

At every angle and position, Yan Zheng seemed to have arrived in a room full of monitors, and his every move was seen.

An unknown chill came from the Eight Immortals table and spread along his pointed feet to his whole body. Wherever he passed, his hair stood upright.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, these eyeballs stopped rolling at the same time, while their pupils rushed towards Yan Zheng in a uniform manner.

Yan Zheng turned his head around in panic and the whole shrimp was spinning back and forth, as if ten thousand ants were crawling over his most sensitive nerve endings. The numb, itchy, and chilling feeling made him at a loss.

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Chapter completed!