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He spoke slowly and logically, sounding cold and harmless, but in fact revealing an eerie coldness.

As soon as these words came out, the secret fruit's whole body stiffened, even if she ate fasting and chanted Buddha, now, in the face of this mysterious lord, she couldn't sit calmly.

Her hand holding the tea cup turned bruised, and she wanted to drink tea to suppress her shock, but her dusty eyes gathered her true feelings and made herself more normal.

In order to leave Aotian.

Today is the only chance.

Murong Che, who was sitting on the chair, looked at the secret fruit proudly, the perfect outline was covered with a layer of fine ice, and the eyes of the deep pool floated with rippling light, he looked at the secret fruit for a long time, and then the corners of his lips hooked: "But ......"

He is so uncertain, his words and changes in attitude often catch people off guard, and they don't know how to deal with it.

Mi Guo's nervous heart was put down again, and he looked at Murong Che and found that his current expression was no longer as terrifying as Fang Cai's.

Murong Che's shallow dimples were very bewildering, and his slender long fingers were crossed: "If it's really that beautiful, the Lord can consider it." ”

"Lord Murong can check it." Mi Guo plucked up his courage and said.

"No, no, no." Murong Che raised his palm, his bony index finger shook gently, and the corners of his lips hooked up a playful smile: "The Lord is not interested in it now, if the secret fruit girl has nothing else to do, we can sign a book." ”

Mi Guo put the tea cup on the low table next to Fang Cai and got up: "Okay." ”

Someone brought pen and ink.

The paper is a special paper for the Phantom Palace, and there is a pattern imprint of the Phantom Palace in the center, which is lightly printed on it, and no one can get it.

It's like a deed of sale.

Looking at the piece of paper, Mi Guo felt a chill all over her body, and she picked up the pen and ink and wrote on it according to Murong Che's words.

After writing it, Murong Che twisted it up and read it roughly, hooked the corners of his lips, and handed her a dagger: "Take the blood from your index finger and finger, press a handprint, and our business will be completed." ”

Miguo glanced at Murong Che, who seemed to be cool and harmless, and cut a hole on his index finger with a dagger, and then made a handprint on the rice paper.

Murong Che glanced at it with satisfaction, and then handed the rice paper to the person behind him.

Every contract is to be kept in good condition.

"Secret fruit girl, please, the Lord of the Buddha will send someone to send you across the Dead Sea." Murong Che made a gesture to evict the guest.

Mi Guo nodded: "Lord Murong, Mi Guo farewell." ”

Murong Che smiled faintly, saw her turn around and left.

Sending away the secret fruit, Murong Che lay on the long collapse in a chic manner, his unruly appearance was like a merry nobleman, he rubbed his fingertips back and forth, heard a voice, and his eyes narrowed: "Ruoge, something?" ”

Behind the curtains, a pale yellow cloud smoke veil mopping the floor of the cloud pleated skirt, hair combed hibiscus bun, cherry mouth is not dotted and red, the eyes are elegant like a fairy, and the two strands of green silk on the cheeks add a bit of sexy style, she comes from behind the white curtain like a fairy who descends to earth.

"Lord, you made a contract with her like that?" Ruoge walked in an immortal step, holding a purple clay pot in his hand, came to Murong Che, twisted a few bitter teas and put them in the purple clay pot, poured hot dew, and then washed the purple sand cup in the dew and poured a cup for Murong Che.

Murong Che played with the wrench on his thumb, smelled the fragrance of tea, took the tea cup, didn't drink it, glanced at Ruo Ge with provocative eyes, and asked, "On weekdays, you don't ask, what's wrong today?" ”