The question asked by Lylith is interesting.

As a matter of fact.

The final answer Mark didn't know.

The devil knows what he did before he was reincarnated.

The ninth sister is not here again.

Who should Mark ask?

Mark looked dizzy.

There was a click.

Buzz!

A classic sports car full of aristocratic style was instantly transformed from vertigin.

Corvette.

C1！

Yes.

It was the classic that debuted at the 1953 New York Auto Show and was sold out in a short period of time.

Luxury reveals classics.

Luxury is revealed in the classics.

The silver-white body glows like fireflies in the dark night.

All-alloy wheels.

Convertible styling.

Red interior inside......

Compared to the one that the jazz deformed.

Mark this belongs to the aristocracy.

As for Tony?

Hehe......

Inside the garage.

Mark got out of the car and looked at the girl who was also coming down from the bumblebee and said, "I think we need to move." ”

Lylith tilted her little head, a little unable to understand why Mark's brain circuit suddenly jumped to the topic of moving.

Mark nodded to himself and said, "Well, it's time to move." ”

said.

Mark walked into the room.

Leave a girl with a hooded face.

"Hey, I didn't say anything."

Lylith screamed in her heart and chased after Mark.

The bob-tailed Chihuahua behind him followed closely behind.

in the bedroom.

After taking a shower, Mark directly opened his laptop and logged in to the most trafficked real estate agency network in New York.

The idea of changing houses was just now.

Mark thinks it's time to change.

After all.

There are two transformers parked in the house, and this is a neighborhood that belongs to the community.

Who knows if you don't pay attention to what will be exposed.

Tony's side was fine.

With its back against the cliff, it is very well concealed. And there's also twenty hours of security.

Not here, Mark.

So.

Thinking about it, Mark felt the need to put the move on the agenda.

It's just that this time you don't have to pursue great seclusion.

He's invincible.

I finally understood why the ninth sister always asked him at the beginning, Mark, why don't you die.

At first, I thought it was a curse.

Come on now.

Ninth sister, this is in ...... Remind him vaguely.

I blame the ninth sister wrong.

A hint of guilt flashed through Mark's heart.

At that time, he was still slandering and cursing the ninth sister in his heart.

Originally......

The ninth sister is for his good.

After browsing the room agent online with Bourbon for a while.

Nothing.

Then fill in the requirements for the house you are looking for, as well as your name and contact information, click and immediately send it to an agent who claims to be a gold consultant......

The next day.

Long Island, New York.

North Shore!

The silver-white Corvette was like a streamer in the eyes of Evelyn Harper, a well-known real estate agent.

It took less than thirty seconds to hear the roar of the engine.

The Corvette C1 classic classic roadster stood still in front of Evelyn.

The doors open.

Mark and Lylith, wearing sunglasses, stepped out the door.

Mark stepped forward with a smile on his face and stretched out his hand and said, "Ms. Harper, I'm sorry for you." ”

"Anyway, I'm happy to find the home they want for each client." Evelyn shook hands and smiled.

Mark nodded and looked at the corner hidden deep in the shade of the trees in front of him and said, "Can you show us around now?" ”

"Of course."

Evelyn crossed her hands and smiled, "This way, please." ”

Walking down the cobblestone path, Evelyn explained: "This mansion is exactly what you want, Mr. Louis, it has ten acres of land, and if you are concerned about privacy, you can apply for a protective net with the municipality after you buy it, and these ten acres of land will be your private land, not even the obnoxious FBI will be able to enter your territory without permission." ”

Evelyn gushed.

Mark's face does not change color.

Lailith, who was following her, bowed her head and tried not to let herself laugh.

Speak ill of the FBI in front of the FBI?

This intermediary is really big......

After walking through the cobblestone path and through the shade of the trees.

A boxy stone edifice with clear water chestnut angles comes into view.

"This is the main building, with eighteen bedrooms, which has been renovated countless times since it was built in 1924, and he has all the modern luxuries, including Stark Industries' smart butlers."

"There was also a racetrack and stables at the back of the main building."

“…… Located just twenty-five miles from Midtown Manhattan, most of the house is occupied by manicured lawns and gardens. ”

“…… The garden is planted with a variety of roses from the island and the United Kingdom, and when the roses are in full bloom, you will feel happy when you open the window. ”

"At the back of the racecourse, there is also a private dock that has been trimmed to accommodate yachts up to two white feet long......

Evelyn is a high-end intermediary by profession.

Led by her, Mark and Lylith walked around the luxurious three-story home.

Lylise was even more amazed.

Little stars are popping up.

Even the bathrooms here are made of agate, lapis lazuli, agate and malachite.

And.

It's better to say it's a bathroom than an indoor pool.

But.

The indoor pool on the first floor that Lylith has seen, the clear water, the decoration at the bottom of the pool......

Extravagant.

It's too extravagant.

Thinking to herself, Lylith's gaze at Mark grew more and more strange.

Boy.

How much money has been embezzled by the reign?

Mark listened to Evelyn's introduction and said, "A question. ”

"You say."

"What about the original owner here?"

"I committed suicide last month."

"Suicide?"

"Yes." Evelyn nodded and said directly with a happy face: "Thank God, he didn't commit suicide in this room, otherwise, a murderous mansion ......" said Evelyn shrugged her shoulders and looked like you know.

Mark smiled.

After a moment of silence.

Mark looked at the girl next to him and asked, "What do you think of here?" ”

Lylise was stunned.

Mark smiled and said, "Of course, if you think it's a bit far to continue with Midtown University......

"Mark, I'm sixteen years old, and I'll be in college in another year."

"So?"

"I'm definitely going to move out when I go to college."

“…… New York University isn't too far from here. ”

“…… I didn't plan to go to NYU. ”

"Why not? It's nice to be close to home. ”

“……”

Lylith pursed her lips and said no more.

Daughter slave.

Typical control freak.

Lylise was worried about continuing the whole conversation like this.

Mark is expected to use her energy directly so that she will only receive an invitation from New York University in the end......