The prefect immediately panicked: "Marquis? It's really you? Listen to the subordinate's explanation!"

He turned his face away.

Sudden!

I saw the prefect opened his mouth and shot a thumb-sized golden bead from it!

Gu Nuo'er hurriedly said, "Brother Siming be careful!"

Ye Siming frowned, turned slightly sideways, and avoided the sneak attack.

The prefect took this opportunity to stand up suddenly.

However, Ye Siming moved his boots and stepped directly on his neck.

Let the prefect sway wildly, but he can't get rid of it!

Ye Siming's eyes were dark and cold, with a killing intent.

He gradually exerted force under his boots: "I've found you, and I still don't know how to repent. If you want to fight with me, you have to practice for another eight thousand years."

Gu Nuo'er blinked her round eyes.

practice?

Brother Siming is wrong.

Suddenly, Ye Siming grabbed a leg and wrist of the prefect with a palm.

He actually picked him up!

Ye Siming decisively and neatly tore off the gauze curtain in the house and tied it to the two ankles of the prefect.

The gauze curtain was twisted into a strand, and the other end was hung on the beam by Ye Siming!

The fat prefect was hanged upside down by Ye Siming.

"You killed Marquis Yongye today, I... uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" the prefect shouted, his eyes bloodshot and his face showing a hideous look that was not human-like.

Before he could finish cursing, Ye Siming shoved a rag into his mouth.

Gu Nuo'er watched Ye Siming straighten up and moved his wrist slightly.

Then--

He punched the prefect in the stomach!

Ye Siming exerted so much energy that the prefect of the hammer made a tragic "vomit" sound, and Gu Nuo'er was shocked.

The prefect's face had turned red from pig's liver, and he kept shaking and struggling.

However, he found that not only could he not escape, he could not even use his mana!

What exactly is going on!

The Marquis of Yongye in front of him had a mighty, high-flying brow, and his eyes were cold and arrogant, with a wanton and reckless sneer.

"My credit was erased by your temporary greed, Pixiu, I heard that you can't get in, but I want to see, the gold you eat, you can't spit it out."

The prefect narrowed his eyes in horror.

How could Yongyehou know his true identity!

Gu Nuo'er stood up in surprise: "Pixiu?"

There are many in Jiuzhongtian, and Grandpa Tiandao asked them to guard the treasure house of heaven and earth.

In the mortal world, it is a symbol of wealth.

Ye Siming's fist fell on Pixiu's stomach like raindrops.

He used the prefect as a wooden stump to practice his hands.

Don't be soft-hearted, punch hard!

until--

"Ouch..." The gold rushing out directly from the prefect's mouth.

It is also mixed with gems and pearls of various colors.

However, he spit it out, and the scene was really ugly.

Gu Nuoer frowned.

Ye Siming didn't stop, and kept fighting.

The voice of the prefect begging for mercy came intermittently: "I... I was wrong, stop... I will give it back to... you..."

At this point, Ye Siming stopped his fists.

The boy's breath was calm, and it didn't look like he had just moved his fists.

He raised his eyebrows: "How much settling expenses did you embezzle this time?"

"Twenty-three thousand taels of silver..." The prefect was dying.

When Gu Nuoer heard the huge number, she couldn't help rushing over.

She lifted the hem of her skirt, lifted her little foot and kicked the prefect's stomach.

"You've made so much money, it's the fat of the people! You're going to be beaten to death by Brother Si Ming's reputation!"

Being kicked like this by her, the Prefect of Pixiu hiccupped, and a pearl popped out of his mouth.

Ye Siming saw this and couldn't help but chuckle.

His little thing is awesome, awesome.