The thief's eyes fell on the spirit pen on Beilan Laiye's body, and his gaze became scorching.

The medicine bottle in his hand was thrown out with a "swish", and they looked at each other and had hidden the evil intention of seizing the spirit pen, among them was a young man in cloth, who raised his arm, and there was a patch on his right side of his clothes, as if he was sure that this Nan Gexiao would help him, and begged and said: "This brother, you see that I haven't received the salary of the mercenary group for several days, and I see that the bottom of the bowl is about to run out of oil, can I give that pen to my younger brother as a kind of charity." ”

The young man in cloth has beautiful eyes, and he can't tell that he is a mixed society, and as soon as he speaks, he attracts the attention of countless people in the guild. In front of everyone, Nan Gexiao coughed a few times in a low voice, then pretended not to hear or see, and took a sip of tea before leaving here with Beilan Laiye on his back, but lightly ordered a few words to the little brother on the counter: "Ah Si, you remember to reseal my wine later, if it's okay, I'll leave first." Miss Beilan has just come out, and she has not yet joined Lan Qi, so it is estimated that she will have to wait in a hurry at this time. ”

"Hey! ~Okay"

The little brother at the counter Si'er seemed to have a powder on his face, and he looked extraordinarily fair, so he waved his hand and accepted it.

Nan Gexiao picked up Beilan Laiye and walked towards the door, but after walking a few steps, he stopped again, as if he remembered something, and said loudly: "This broken pen was fished out of the toilet, if you guys don't dislike dirty, you can use it." He threw the spirit pen out of Beilan Laiye's body, rubbed it on the cloth-clothed young man, and threw it back. He didn't dare to have any disgust on his face, but he hated it in his heart.

"I really don't want it, this is from the spirit island, such a treasure, a rare thing that someone wouldn't want..."Nan Gexiao muttered to herself and left, and the guild returned to its previous pomp, drinking wildly, extravagantly erosive, intoxicated in his own world and never waking up.

The faces of the people in the Longyin mercenary group were flustered, and they all looked like they were hanging out, but they were actually calculating with their hearts.

"It seems that this Nan Gexiao is not a fool, he actually knows that our buddies are both playing the idea of this spiritual pen, and it is all a non-existent thing to fall into the toilet, but he wants to test our greed, so let's report this matter to the elder first." The men swaggered away, not even finishing the drinks on their seats. The little brother at the counter frowned, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

In the city of Kyoto, there is a mansion that belongs to the Blue Mansion, which is a small villa of a terrible prince.

Nan Gexiao stood in front of this door with Beilan Laiye on her back and stayed for a moment, the surrounding hustle and bustle gradually covered her mind, her eyes were a little confused, and she was a little hesitant.

I don't know if I should stuff this little girl back into Lan Qi's hands.

"I've been to the Spirit Weapon Island, and along the way, you and I have been intimate, and that picture evokes jealousy, resentment, and disdain, doesn't that matter? Nan Gexiao, I didn't expect you to come to find this king too. Lan Qi suddenly appeared behind Nan Gexiao, dressed in a blue shirt, with two broken flowers hanging in front of him. The appearance of being high above has not changed.

There was a low pressure in the voice, as if it could wipe everything out.