The person who bid 8,000 before also seemed to think it was too expensive and not worth it, so he simply didn't continue to increase the price.

In this way, Huang Qianqian bought a holy weapon at the cheapest price in history.

Poor trace, I feel sorry for you for half a second.

In order to prevent someone from defaulting on the debt after the fact, the auction of the goods is almost to be settled on the spot.

Huang Qianqian handed over one of his black cards to the waiter at the door, and in less than five minutes, it seemed to be to pretend to be forced.

The small, dilapidated mirror was brought over in a quaint wooden box.

For this forced character who wants to improve it, Boss Huang said that it is understandable.

The waiter withdrew.

Chen Qing felt that she couldn't understand this little guy more and more, does she remember what happened back then?

If she doesn't remember, why did she take the film?

It can't really be just because it's beautiful or pleasing to the eye, right?

But if he remembered, he remembered that this little guy really liked himself.

Although he said that he just treated her as a toy.

It's been a thousand years, and it's possible that the feelings will fade, not to mention the already cold blood clan.

But it can't be as good as she disguised, and she really can't see the slightest admiration or attachment at all.

made himself a male pet, and during this time he also had the opportunity to contact some of his former subordinates.

By the way, I asked them a little about the condition of this little guy for a thousand years.

What the original owner did was so low-key that even Chen Qing's subordinates thought that the little angel had become what it is now.

After hearing this, Chen Qing wanted to say that there was no fluctuation, it was absolutely impossible.

There seemed to be ripples in my heart, and I didn't know what it felt, but it was very uncomfortable anyway.

Huang Qianqian didn't know what this guy was thinking, she opened the quaint box and looked at the small broken mirror inside.

She reached out and took out the mirror and played with it in her hand.

It doesn't feel like a difference.

Please, buddy, your old man is a holy artifact, don't let Benzu feel that he wasted those 10,000 gold coins.

As a result, no matter what she tried to do, the little mirror just didn't react.

Can you give me a copy of the instruction manual?

[Boss, you try to inject soul power into it, tracing is to trace back the hidden shadows in the depths of people's souls]

Yo he!

You're still a bit of a useful dog.

[......] It's right not to refute, otherwise you will be angry to death.

A shadow in the depths of the soul?

To put it bluntly, isn't it just a nightmare?

Oh, Benzu wants to see what you can do with this.

Chen Qing watched her fiddle there for a long time, thinking about how to remind her.

But she seemed to have opened her mind in an instant, and directly injected soul power into it.

Interesting, it seems that there are still a lot of things in this little guy that he doesn't know, and it feels more and more interesting.

[Ding Dong, Chen Qing's favorability: 15]

In a muddy cave, a small doll wearing a delicate brocade robe suddenly woke up.

She looked around a little confused, and there seemed to be a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

"Daddy? Mother? ”

In the empty cave, no one answered her, only the echo of her own childish voice.

She seemed to understand something in an instant, and her father and mother seemed to be really gone.

I don't want her anymore when I leave.

(End of chapter)