What Did My Madam Think About This Time?
Lu Zijia, who had been stroked, was speechless. Why did she feel even sadder?
Before Lu Zijia could continue to be sad, she saw something in front of her. The bidding scene suddenly changed.
"F * ck! You bastard, how dare you mock your great-grandfather for being poor? I think you just need to be taught a lesson!"
"Damn it! Whoever stepped on this young master, step out!"
" Bastard, you actually dared to tear my robe. You're courting death!"
"You little brat, I'll let you bear it just now. I'll let you bear it, I'll let you bear it!"
At first, it was just a conflict between one or two people, but in the blink of an eye, it became a conflict between most people.
Thus, the scene before them turned into a chaotic scene of mass brawling.
Fortunately, these people still knew their limits and did not take out spirit weapons and other extremely destructive spirit treasures. Otherwise, the scene would have already become a battlefield with rivers of blood.