The eldest daughter-in-law of the rope family shrieked, "we're not going to drive them out yet, Taijun. Let's continue to play mahjong." She lost a lot of money.

Miyamoto Cang's right hand, a grip, and a mahjong in his hand: "well, it's a board. It's made of coffin." Gently crush.

the muddy eyes of the hemp rope prince also said, "young man, you are so skilled that you don't want my family to lie in the coffin."

the third daughter-in-law winked and several servants rushed to Miyamoto. "A bunch of rubbish." Miyamoto Cang, sending out mist from the palm of his hand, turned those family members into icemen. "Don't be...