359: C359 Frances

C359 Frances

When Gong Qing'er saw this person, she couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. She thought to herself, "Why did this guy suddenly come here?" And it happened while Yu Jingzhe was not around.

Gong Qing'er immediately grabbed Yu Xiaoloong tightly because this man in front of her was not an ordinary person. If she accidentally offended him, he would probably die, even if it was Xiao Budian!

"My dear little junior sister, why did you come here without saying a word? Have you forgotten that the day of the Fee Exchange is approaching? "

At this moment, Francis stood up from the sofa and said with a smile.

He took a sip of the red wine in his goblet, then said with a smile, "This wine is not bad, it's from the Romanee-Conti Wine Garden, for eight to three years. I didn't expect to find such an excellent wine in such a dilapidated house."

Actually, this bottle of red wine was given to Yu Jingzhe by Wu Donghao, but Yu Jingzhe didn't know anything about red wine, so he found a place to put it. He didn't expect Francis to dig it out.

Gong Qing'er smiled apologetically as she said, "Senior Brother, it has been a while."

"It's been a while since I last saw you, and I remember that there aren't many Fire Grass fruits left on your body. So hurry up and hand over your next year's contribution points. I'll give you the fruit."

"This year's contribution is 10 million!"

Gong Qing'er bit her lips and did not reply.

In the past, she had to spend money every year in order to obtain the Flame Grass' fruits in order to keep herself alive.

One fruit for one million yuan!

In the beginning, one fruit a year was enough, so the annual fee was one million.

Gong Qing'er was, after all, the granddaughter of the hospital's president. Furthermore, her father owned a company, so if she gritted her teeth, she could afford it.

However, one fruit per year was not enough to suppress the Chilling Qi in Gong Qing'er's body, so he needed two.

Then five.

Seven crystals!

Eight crystals!

Last year, Gong Qing'er had already paid her eight million contribution!

Gong Qing'er didn't dare to tell this matter to her family because she was afraid that they would worry about it later. Since she couldn't gather so much money, she had no choice but to borrow it from her friends.

Gong Qing'er owed a lot of money now.

But this year, his contribution points had actually risen to 10 million!

Gong Qing'er felt that this was simply a bottomless pit. She would sink deeper and deeper into it, making it impossible for her to climb out!

Even if her family was rich, in the end, they would be dragged down by her!

"Senior apprentice-brother …" Gong Qing'er's two small hands gripped the corner of her skirt as she said nervously, "I don't have the money to pay next year's contributions."

Francis narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Junior Sister, this joke is not funny. I've been on the plane for more than ten hours and travelled thousands of miles from the Mi Country to the Mi Country. I'm not a joke to you, and without the fruit to suppress the cold in your body, you will die!"

"But... I don't have that much money anymore! I already owe a lot of money outside! "Before, Master told me that he would slowly cure my strange illness. But now, not only did my strange illness not alleviate, my contribution points have increased year by year instead. I simply can't afford it!"

Gong Qing'er seemed to have suppressed her emotions for a long time, but at this moment, she finally erupted!

After she finished, Gong Qing'er felt much more comfortable.

Just as Gong Qing'er finished her sentence, Francis's body suddenly flashed and appeared in front of her like a ghost. He stretched out his long and broad hands and easily pinched Gong Qing'er's neck. Then, with a slight force, he grabbed Gong Qing'er.

"Woo woo …"1

Gong Qing'er's feet left the ground and she instantly felt a suffocating sensation.

Francis said coldly, "Are you blaming Master? Remember, you are only an honorary disciple! If not for Master's charity, you would have died a few years ago. Since that's the case, I can only capture you and bring you back to the kingdom of Mi. "Aooo …"

Just as he said that, Francis suddenly shouted loudly. His handsome face was also red.

Francis lowered his head and saw that an unknown person had appeared at his feet and bit his lower leg.

What was even more frightening was that the bite power of the little guy's mouth was a bit too much!

It has to be known that Francis had practiced all sorts of external martial arts and had already reached the realm of a bronze skin and bones. Even if a single slash were to land on his body, he might not even be able to cut through it, but Xiao Budian's sharp teeth actually bit into his flesh!

Francis could even feel that the two rows of fangs were like two rows of sawteeth rubbing against his skin!

This made Francis feel pain that he hadn't felt in a long time!

Rip!

Finally, Yu Xiaoloong swung his head and bit off a piece of meat from Francis's calf!

Blood splattered!

"It hurts!"

Francis let out a blood-curdling screech as he hugged his bitten thigh and let out a blood-curdling screech.

Gong Qing'er fell to the ground, clutching her neck as she screamed incessantly. It took a while for her to recover.

"You little bastard, how dare you bite me? You are courting death! I will cut you into a thousand pieces and then eat you piece by piece! "

Francis's expression was unusually hideous, as if he was a mad beast!

Gong Qing'er's face was pale. She knew that although Francis looked like a gentleman, his methods were actually very cruel. He even ate a few children every year to the point of being perverted!

Francis yelled and lunged at Yu Xiaoloong.

"Yi!" "Yah!"

Yu Xiaoloong was unwilling to let Ye Zichen go, so he punched out!

Seeing Yu Xiaoloong's impressive appearance, Francis could not help but laugh out of anger as he slapped Yu Xiaoloong.

In the next moment, the fist and palm collided!

Bang!

Accompanied by a low, muffled sound, strong winds raged!

Francis's expression immediately changed. He felt an unimaginable force that was like the sea rushing into his arm! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! A crackling sound immediately sounded out from his arm. It was almost broken. At the same time, the force wreaked havoc in his body!

Puff!

Francis grunted and spat out a mouthful of blood. He flew out, drew a parabola in the sky, and then smashed on a table behind him. With a crash, the table was smashed into pieces!

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