"Go ahead and get busy with yours, let's take a look. ”

Qing Ling'er continued to flip through the roster in her hand and said lightly.

Now, she has to keep a low profile as much as possible, and she has already asked what she should ask, and it is inconvenient to continue to let the old man in the utility area stay in the room.

In case she talks to Mo Lao and accidentally leaks her mouth, it will be a big loss.

The old man's face clearly showed the intention of leaving, if she didn't do it, wouldn't it be difficult for others.

Besides, doing so not only reduces her domineering misconduct, but also does not need to attract the attention of the Supreme Auction House, so why not.

"Okay! If you need anything, you can call the waiter outside the door. ”

The old man in the utility area respectfully saluted Qing Ling'er, and the curved waist made Qing Ling'er a little uncomfortable.

But he can't take care of it so much, for the sake of Shou Yuandan, his life can be sacrificed, not to mention the insignificant face.

The moment he went out, there was nothing in his mind, there was nothing in front of him, everything disappeared cleanly, as if he had emptied himself.

The emptiness in his eyes made the hearts of the maids standing on both sides tense slightly, and they were also infected by the expression of the old man in the utility area, giving birth to a trace of emptiness.

The atmosphere of the entire corridor was full of weirdness, walking and standing, all infected by the expression of the old man in the utility area.

In fact, it's not that he really let go, but that he feels that there is no hope, but a sense of relaxation.

As the old man walked, he suddenly came to his senses, took a cold breath, sorted out his mood, and walked in the direction of the stairs leading to the third floor.

With Mo Lao's soberness, the maids in the corridor also returned to their former liveliness.

The third floor of the Supreme Auction House is closed to the public.

As soon as the old man in the utility area came up, he walked towards the most luxurious house, and the goal was very clear.

The corridor on the third floor was much less noisy, deserted, and only the footsteps of the old man echoed.

There were still a few people in the room, and the most eye-catching was still the masked man whose face he couldn't see clearly.

On the table, as last seen, is a game of chess in progress.

The door of the house slowly opened from the outside, and a guard with an erhu in his hand walked in.

Just looking at the strange-shaped, erhu-like weapon, you won't be mistaken, it's the guard who stood beside the masked man before.

"Your Excellency, Peng Xianghai in the sundries area asks for a meeting. ”

He inserted an erhu-shaped weapon into his waist, and when he came in, he clenched his fist in retaliation.

From entering the door to standing still, a series of actions are done in one go, without dragging mud and water, and at first glance he is a clean and neat person.

The guards beside this masked man are just different and well-trained.

"Let him in. ”

The masked man didn't raise his head, and the chess pieces between his fingers fell together, so leisurely and steady that he seemed to have everything under control.

He said slowly, and there was no follow-up.

Because of the mask, I can't see any joy, anger and sorrow, but judging from the tone, it shouldn't matter.

This kind of person who controls everything, between the raise of his hand, exudes the momentum of a superior person, which is compelling.

"Yes!"

The guard put one hand on the weapon at his waist, replied respectfully, turned around and walked out again according to the route he had entered.

Step by step, it seems to be stepping on the original footprints, which further confirms from this point that this guard is not simple.

There were no footprints on the floor, but he could find the exact route in and step on the original footprints.

And there was no sound at all when he walked, so that when he walked to the door, the anxious Peng Xianghai was stunned and didn't find it.

"You go in, pay attention to politeness, if the master doesn't let you speak, don't open your mouth, make the master unhappy, be careful that your head falls to the ground!"

His eyes were condensed, and he began to admonish expressionlessly, and even his name changed, it seems that this group of people has other identities.

This speech frightened Peng Xianghai into a cold sweat all over his body.

For Peng Xianghai, seeing this legendary young master is one hundred and eighty degrees more difficult than him serving Mo Lao, just this guard makes his heart go up and down.

"Okay...... Okay, I made a note of it. ”

Peng Xianghai was frightened by the guard man, although he kept nodding his head, indicating that he had remembered, but his panicked appearance still showed that he was not ready to see the young master.

Time didn't give him a chance, he didn't know how he ended up getting in, anyway, by the time he reacted, the person was already standing in the middle of the room.

On the chair directly opposite him, sat the mysterious young master and the dragon prince who was said to be inseparable from the young master.

"Old slave Peng Xianghai, see the young master!"

Peng Xianghai trembled, "plopped", and fell to the ground.

At this moment, he finally realized what it means to be heroic, with the momentum of their young master, people with a bad heart will definitely be scared to death.

If he hadn't been able to bear such a loss, I am afraid that he would have been crushed to the ground by the momentum of their young master.

"En......"

The masked man stared intently at the chessboard on the table, and did not look at Peng Xianghai on the ground.

But he replied, it can be regarded as a reason!

In response, Peng Xianghai was rescued at once, and there was a feeling that he was pulled out of the abyss.

As the voice sounded, he clearly felt that the momentum covering his body gradually disappeared.

"The old slave has something to report, I don't know if it is convenient for the young master? rashly disturb the young master's rest, the old slave deserves death!"

Peng Xianghai felt that the timing was right and asked tentatively.

If we delay any longer, we don't know what will happen.

In front of their young master, the probability of an accident was too great, and he didn't dare to bet on it.

Thinking of the legend of the auction house about the young master in front of him, the cold sweat on his whole body broke out one after another, and his clothes were already soaked, if he hadn't prepared mint incense a long time ago, I am afraid that the smell of sweat would have buried him.

"Talk ......"

The masked man is still so precious that words are like gold, and he still jumps out word by word when he speaks.

If Qing Ling'er were here, he would definitely say that the masked man was pretending.

"What the young master of your family means, if you have any business, say it quickly, don't procrastinate. ”

Young Master Long, who was sitting opposite the masked man, couldn't stand it anymore, he knew this friend of his very well.

The masked man's behavior is really not pretending to be deep, it is his innate nobility, forming that noble attitude towards things, which is formed by the subtle life of the day after tomorrow.

Now it is impossible to suddenly let him correct it, and besides, the masked man has that kind of nobility in his bones, which can not be changed by simply talking about it.

As a friend of the masked man, he understands very well, but in the eyes of others, it is not like that.

So when this phenomenon occurs, it is usually him who gags next to him to alleviate this embarrassing situation.

"Yes...... Be...... The young master, the old slave is responsible for receiving the shopkeeper of the Qingyao Xuan, and it is the old man who took out the Ice Spirit Crystal and Shouyuan Pill......"

Peng Xianghai glanced at Young Master Long gratefully, and began to stammer.

He wanted to finish it quickly and finish it quickly, so that he wouldn't have to face such a frightening scene.

But the fear that is engraved into the bones cannot be relieved by a smile or a word.

As long as this young master is present, don't think about ending it quickly.

"Go on!"

Young Master Long heard that it was Qingyaoxuan's matter, and his interest increased greatly.

He, the young master of soy sauce, actually got the light of his friend, the real young master, he came to the right place.

He has always been very curious about the old and the young of Qingyaoxuan, especially the little child Qing Ling'er.

Qing Ling'er, who had no cultivation but could sway freely, once made him entangled, and he originally planned to create an opportunity to get to know him, but after being reminded by the masked man, he discovered the existence of Mo Lao, resulting in no chance until now.

When he heard that it was Qing Ling'er's business this time, how could he not care!

"The old slave found out that something was very abnormal, so he came to the court, please make a decision!"

Peng Xianghai didn't expect that what he said would arouse the interest of Young Master Long.

That's fine, as long as the young master of Long is willing to listen, he believes that the young master sitting opposite will also hear, so his confidence is greatly increased.

For the sake of the face of the young master of the dragon, their young master should not interrupt his superiority, and this time it can be regarded as the light of the young master of the dragon.

"What's the matter? What did you find?"

Sure enough, Young Master Long listened very seriously, and he stood up directly from the chair.

Regardless of whether it was caused by excitement or not, the behavior of the young master of Long was abnormal anyway.

It seems that the abnormality in Peng Xianghaikou can be regarded as adding a handful of oil, making the raging fire burn more vigorously.

Even the masked man, who didn't pay much attention, stopped in mid-air with his hand holding the chess piece, and it could be judged that he was listening.

This is a good phenomenon, Peng Xianghai secretly observed, and was overjoyed.

"The old slave felt that the person in charge of Qingyaoxuan was not the old man. ”

He told his guess in one breath.

True or wrong, as long as this doubt is raised, all that remains is validation.

He believed that with their young master's ability, they would definitely find out, but this was not something he could manage.

"What are you talking about? Not the old man, is it not the little girl?"

Young Master Long was shocked in his heart, it was really possible that it was the little girl, but he questioned it.

He had seen Qing Ling'er's magic, he didn't cultivate, but he knew how to use supernatural powers, and the rudiments of that trace of law, none of which could appear on the Moon Continent.

If Mo Lao hadn't come out at that time, he and Qing Ling'er might have been friends now, so there was no need to guess here.

The masked man's mind also changed slightly, although he couldn't see the expression on his face, his body moved obviously.

He also felt that Qing Ling'er might be the person in charge of Qing Yao Xuan, and judging from the results of the investigation, Qing Yao Xuan was indeed bought by Qing Ling'er from Mo Lao's hands.

Now, what is the specific involvement between the two, or it was originally done for others to see, everything on the surface is known, but hidden in the dark, he has not found out yet.