Looking at his vase, Heipi almost raised his heart to his throat, "my Qing Dynasty vase."

"Oh, so valuable?" Is it a shock, but let go in the next second.

"Wow --"

The vase broke.

"Ah --" cried Heipi and ran over.

Could it be that he continued to turn around the room and picked up a porcelain plate, which seemed to be of a certain age. "There are so many good things. Anyway, they are also ill gotten gains, aren't they?" Could it be that he let go again.

Black eyelid son turned over, want to die, want to die, who is this in the end?

"What are you going to do?" Said blackskin, shaking his voice.

Did he go to the bedside and pick up a box from the cupboard at the head of his bed, which turned out to be a big night pearl? "Tut tut Tut, it's sold in the black market, isn't it?"

Black skin is shaking now.

Could it be that she took back the rope on the door, pulled out the computer he put on the desk, and landed directly on the bed. The next second, she moved directly from this side of the bed to the other side of the bed, and kicked her foot on the black skin's knee socket.

Heipi cried and knelt down on the ground. He stepped on the bed and pulled out his collar. "How to send the video to me, how to pick it off." Could it be that the voice was cold, and the night Pearl was on black skin's head, as if he might fall at any time.

"You, you said Ding's video?" Heipi watched her night pearl with fear. The woman didn't dare to fall. "That's what I recorded on the way. How do I know it's the old lady of the Ding family?" Heipi tried to pass the buck.

Could it be that the little white boa slowly climbed up the black skin's neck with his lips hooked.

Black skin is also a bold, otherwise these years will not do so much, so black skin endured the cold boa, brewing the opportunity to fight back, but he did not start, then was kicked back to bed, the next second notebook will hit his face.

"Don't give me this moth for you. You were still begging in the street when you were in moye's business." Murphy said, raised his foot on his leg, "give you another chance to delete the video, and then make all the things you have done public."

"I didn't do anything. You're a threat." Black skin glaring at Murphy, a hand but no trace of want to touch his mobile phone alarm.

Murphy sneered, slightly bent down close to his face, one hand is slowly close to his hand, suddenly grabbed the mobile phone, his right hand snapped off.

"Ah --"

Could it be that he put away his mobile phone and said, "play Yin with your moye? Well, your moye will teach you how to play Yin. "

Murphy got up, tied up the black skin with a rope, and hung it directly between the head of the bed and the ceiling. Murphy directly turned on the live broadcast system on the computer, then sat behind the notebook, stepped on the chair, and took out a small accounting book from under the cabinet, which had all kinds of transfer records.

"Here it is." Could it be that he shook the account book in his hand and said, "do bad things, don't leave such things. It's fatal." Murphy said, tearing off the first, shaking in front of the computer, people can see clearly transfer list, but can't see Murphy.

"Tut Tut, give you a chance, which little star is this?" Murphy said, looking at the man hanging.