"Prepare some things for the rich and noble, the kind that look like nouveau riche, and prepare for you the cloth clothes worn by the slaves, the carriages, and the horses." Ling Xuan thought in pieces, completely ignoring Ling Xuan, who looked unhappy.

"Why am I playing the one who was beaten!"

"Because you don't have any money." Ling Xuan said this lightly, and went to the side to continue to be busy.

Five words are floating in the sky because you have no money.

You have no money, no money, money.

Feng Shallow Analysis feels very uncomfortable, he, the Prince of the Earth Moon Rhino, has never had any money! As the crown prince of the richest family in the demon world, he is still an only son, how can he have no money.

"I just didn't bring any money!"

"Oh, we're looking at the current situation, for example, if you pay for this table."

Feng Qianxi immediately became honest and stood aside obediently.

Well, yes, that's right, he doesn't have any money.

……

Feng analyzed the blue-gray short clothes, and looked at Lingxuan, who was dressed as an upstart, with a smile. The next moment, he burst out laughing.

"Shut up and laugh at what a laugh!" Ling Xuan's face was a little dark, and Mu Shi on the side was sitting there obediently in the clothes of a little white scholar, and there was a dark emotion in his dark blue eyes.

"Then I'll do the same as before." Ling Xuan tidied up the somewhat messy brocade robe and said.

"Oh, got it." Feng Qianxian pursed his lips, held the reins in his right hand, stepped on the pedal with his right foot, and suddenly stepped onto the horse's back.

The whip flew in his hand, and the speed of the carriage was extremely fast.

Suddenly, the wind did not hold steady, let go of the reins, and the carriage went out of control, and the porcelain in the carriage was thrown out one after another, smashing into pieces on the ground.

After Feng Qianxian 'reacted' and controlled the carriage again, a whip suddenly flung out of the carriage, the braids were very beautiful, silver, thin and long, with barbs, and they were straight on Feng Qianxi's body, and he was beaten with flesh.

"You slave! Can't even drive a car! What's the use of leaving you! Young Master Ben's baby porcelain was broken, can you afford to accompany it! ”

"Young Master spare your life!" Feng Qianxi immediately made a gesture to 'kneel down', in fact, his knees were still a little distance from the ground, and he was wrapped in aura by Feng Qianxi, as if he was kneeling.

"Spare your life! You broke so many precious porcelains of Young Master Ben, and you still want to live! Ling Xuan walked out of the carriage with a bloody whip in his hand and a black face. He strode up to Feng Qianxian and looked at him condescendingly.

Mu Shi, who was disguised as a little scholar, also followed, Ling Xuan's hand was raised high, and a silver light flashed on his hand, which was the cold light reflected by the metal barbs on the whip.

"Wait! I bought this little brother, this slave, and I am willing to compensate for the damage he had. A short man dressed in black came out of the crowd, he took out a stack of silver tickets from his arms and fell into Ling Xuan's arms.

The corners of Ling Xuan's mouth had a touch of joy and excitement of success.

Feng Qianxi also obediently followed the man out of here, walked to a lonely path and stopped, the man's eyes stared at Feng Qianxi.

Feng Qian was stared at a little hairy, and he was just about to speak. A clear female voice came: "Are you, demon clan?" Why is it so enslaved by humans? ”

The man on the other side took off his black hood, and a stunning palm-sized face was exposed to the air.

Feng Qianxi gasped, he didn't expect that the identity of his demon clan would be seen through at a glance, obviously except for the Mahayana period, no one else could see his true identity protected by the heart of the ice path.

Is it the Mahayana period? Thinking of this, Feng Qian's face changed, and then eased up again.