Chapter 607 Palace Banquet: Hmm...... It's a goblin

"After all...... I'm so handsome, do you know how rare it is for me to have a seat in the front row? You're still disgusted with it for nothing! ”

Lion crossed Erlang's legs and said with a proud face.

"Well, it's quite annoying!"

The voice of the palace banquet was cold and noble, and at this moment, the fire of war was burning outside the window.

A huge mushroom cloud dominates the sky, and it looks pretty good.

But all this is due to the indelible flames of war.

"I said don't be embarrassed, I've known each other for so many years."

"I don't think you want to get out of poverty, get out of that broken place where birds don't, and want to celebrate for you!"

Lion is very unhappy, the man Gong Yan can always scold him quietly.

has repeatedly made him extremely angry, but he really can't be angry with him, after all, the relationship is still very iron.

It's just that it's rare for both of them to find someone who can scold each other, and it's quite emotional to occasionally scold each other.

"I'm going to see your broken concert to help the poor."

"I'm rich, isn't that universally recognized?"

"After all, you don't have to go out to sell men like you, sell your art, and use your brains to make money."

Gong Yan said casually, as if he was teasing a cat.

stroked its fur carelessly, and then the other hand pierced the cat's heart.

"Labor and management are noble art workers, and you are selling yourself!"

For a moment, Lion was as angry as a fried lion.

He was actually very happy to talk to Gong Yan, two people standing at the same height could look at each other completely and evenly.

And the premise is that they are not enemies of each other, and the probability of becoming friends is even slimmer.

But on the contrary, they became friends, friends who could occasionally fight with each other, and the result was really not easy.

"Well, my mother has died a long time ago, you can scold as you like."

Gong Yan said lightly, as if he had no concept of the word "mother".

He was born to eat hundreds of meals and grew up, and he didn't even have anyone willing to adopt him.

Everyone said that the world was beautiful and there was light, but he only knew that he had never seen it.

The only touch also dissipated, and he hid in the endless darkness.

Like a ghost, more like a prisoner with nothing.

"......" Lion was silent, he probably knew something about the palace banquet.

A man who can stab his biological father to death in front of the whole family, he is definitely ruthless enough.

Although he is the future king of the Meteoric Continent, the future is the future, and he is not sitting in that position now, in fact, he is not as good as the palace banquet.

This man has long controlled most of the world's wealth and talent.

He doesn't have to do anything every day, and hundreds of billions of funds are recorded and flowing.

Money is money, with money, money can make money, just ...... This man is not short of money, and he knows how to make money.

Under his management, the Gong family is completely much richer than before.

"For the sake of fairness, why don't you scold the old immortal in my family too?"

Lion frowned, and then suddenly said, they are friends, so if there is a sore spot to pick it up, it is not an offense, right?

"Tsk......"

"Okay, don't bother to scold."

"Keep the ticket, I'm really not available."

Gong Yan didn't bother to talk to him, he said lazily, and his noble and elegant shirt was slightly open.

exposed a bit of delicate collarbones, making his whole person burst out with a decadent sexy.

"No, you have to come, if you don't come, I don't feel like singing."

"Thanks, goosebumps......"

"I don't care, I don't care, where are you going to find the goblin? Can you actually let the palace master out of the castle that never sleeps? ”

"Hmm...... It's really a little goblin~"

Gong Yan pursed his lips and smiled, a little ruffian: This little goblin is still a little abrasive~.

"......" Lion: The soul of gossip thanks for burning!