Chapter 83: Qiankun Second
This much-praised auction seems to have come to an end.
But as far as Ye Lingyi is concerned, she actually rubbed shoulders with many important people without her knowledge.
For example, at the time of the auction, next door, there were two young men in green shirts and purple robes in box No. 2.
"She's changed."
"It is going to change, how can it be like us, how many times the sand of the Ganges has been overturned, it is still the same. However, it doesn't matter, she is our third sister after all. This is the way of heaven, and you and me, even herself, cannot be violated. β
"But that bastard got up on her again!"
The god in a green shirt was silent for a long time, and said, "It's okay, whatever she likes, that's what she likes." This time, you and I should be more careful. β
"Dry, you say, if we give each other such a moment, will we be able to walk through these six paths like the third sister?" Kun asked seriously, but his voice was calm.
Endless years have passed, and I don't know what loneliness is, so I don't really care.
"How can there be a second heaven outside the sky for you and me to destroy. Besides, if you are not reliable like you, which daughter is willing to entrust you. What is the use of joining the WTO if you don't go through the calamities? Qian sat at the table, his fingertips twisting the strings of the piano placed on the table, and without looking back, he looked at Kun Dao, who was lying on the bed with Erlang's legs crooked.
"Hey, what about me, you yourself don't eat the fireworks of the world, which girl can't do it with you?"
Qian plucked the strings, a glimmer flashed in his eyes, and he smiled lightly: "Then it's better for you and me to get together as a pair, but it will save you trouble." β
"Go!" Kun hurriedly shook his hand, and his overlapping legs changed positions up and down.
"Hundreds of millions of years on this same face, you don't get tired of it, I'm still tired of it, I am reincarnated and you still refuse to let me go, it's a brother, as for it!"
"I can change my face." Dry and warm voice, there is an imperceptible expectation in the voice.
"Even if you change 10,000 faces and have a hairy use, it is impossible for Lao Tzu to recognize no one and not recognize you!" Kun turned over and sat up with infinite pain, his elbows on his knees, his hands on his cheeks, and his face was depressed.
It's just that the face that can't be more exquisite, even if it is wrinkled into a bun, is still infinitely evil.
Kun seemed to have thought of something funny, and suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Hey, you have seen it, that bastard will never leave Qin in this life, and now that he has a farewell, do you want to take Fu Yao to compete with him?" β
"What, you want me to lose?" took a shallow sip of tea, and looked slightly confused when he fell into the cup.
Well, there is a long way to go, and the water drops wear through the stone.
"Well, so to speak." Kun put his hands behind his head, and the man flashed to the table at some point. He leaned over the table and stared at his perfect face, trying to find even a hint of annoyance in the gentleness.
"I don't want that bastard to win, but I want you to lose!" Kun smiled so pleasantly.
Qian slowly raised his head, purple eyes to purple eyes, a pair full of schadenfreude of ill intentions, and a pair of hundreds of millions of years as plain as water.
Kun pouted unhappily, his fingers propped on the table into fists, and symbolically waved between the two, knowing that this would be the result. Whenever he wanted to tease him, it was like this.
"Why, you're not happy, I'm ...... Hissββ! Kun covered his lips and jumped three feet high, and the voice that leaked out after being blocked by his teeth was vague but had a clear and incomparably clear thunderstorm: "Dead little Tian'er, when can you change Lao Tzu's problem of biting people if you don't agree!" It would have been 1,800 years since that Nether Cerberus bit you! Damn, Lao Tzu's lips are bitten by you every once in a while, you are endless! Sooner or later, Lao Tzu was bitten out of the shadow in his heart and didn't dare to ask his wife, you are responsible! β
After Kun finished scolding, he raised his hand and wiped it on his lips, and when he saw the purple blood on his fingertips, his face turned a little greener.
What a effort this little boy has put in, his image!
Qian gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with extreme elegance, and nodded lightly: "Well, I'm responsible." β
Kun's face, which had just turned green once, was now completely inky black.
He gritted his teeth in hatred, and finally decided not to dwell on this topic anymore! Bastard's! Dead Xiaotian'er is so slippery, when will he reason with him, it will be done!
Kun didn't dare to get so close to the "well-dressed beast" even if he died, so he moved back to the bed against the root of the wall, unconsciously grabbed the curtain with both hands, and buckled the railing with his left hand behind his back, and he didn't know which door to seek.
"Hey, let's have a trip" Kun Wei raised his chin, his eyes drifted to the roof, "In the end, it's also someone's territory, can't you go up and say hello?" β
"To see or not to see, what makes the difference." Qian shook his head slightly, "Don't go." β
Kun was silent, where was he really for the male fox, "Then can we come back later?" β
Qian raised his head and stared at Kun for a long time, and when he saw the clear begging in his eyes, he sighed lightly for a long time.
He raised his hand to stroke the piano, and the lonely sound of the piano fell one by one.
"Don't look, don't listen, don't interfere. Don't let her see, don't let her smell, don't let her know. If you do, it's up to you to stay as long as you want. β
"Deal!"