When they came to the outside of the lobby and walked inside, the eyes of the three of them fell on the young man in red in there, and seeing that the young man was so surprisingly handsome, the three of them walked in quietly with a slight flash of eyes.

The young man sitting on the left side of the lobby, the dazzling red clothes are conspicuous and like fire, a delicate and handsome face is even rarer, the breath on his body is only the breath of Xuanli, and it is also the breath of a great martial artist, such a young man, with the cultivation of a great martial artist, it can be seen that he is a child of a family and has some talents.

Looking at the young man again, he did not sit upright like an ordinary aristocratic child, but two knees together and gently cocked his legs, lazy with a little wanton and free, a little uninhibited.

Sitting in the lobby, the young man did not have a trace of nervousness, on the contrary, he exuded an evil and cold atmosphere, an evil atmosphere that did not match his seemingly harmless and handsome face, and it was this evil atmosphere that made the three people who came in put away their original thoughts.

As for the man and woman standing behind him, they were directly ignored by them, because the strength was really not enough.

"Hehe, I've kept you waiting." The steward gathered his thoughts, with a warm smile on his face, and didn't care that the other party was just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, so he stepped forward and bowed.

"My surname is Huang, and I am the steward of this black market, I don't know what to call your guests?"

From the moment they entered, Feng Jiu noticed their gaze and didn't pay attention to it, only then did he raise his eyes to look at them after taking a sip of tea.

His gaze swept over the two people behind the yellow steward, and fell directly on the yellow steward's body, and with a faint glance, he saw that he was a monk of the Jindan period. Also, the higher the black market in a high-level country, the higher the strength of the manager, and she was not surprised that he had such a level of strength.

As for the two people behind him, they are also monks in the Jindan stage, and their cultivation is in the middle stage, but when one of them looks at her, why is she so disliked?

"I don't know if Steward Huang is going to meet guests? Or come and see me? She lowered her eyes, held the teacup in one hand, and gently scraped the tea with the lid of the other hand and asked casually.

Hearing this, the yellow steward's eyes flashed slightly, and then he smiled: "Hehe, I haven't introduced you yet, these two are the deacons of the Dayan Black Market, and this time they came to discuss something with me. ”

"Oh? It turned out to be someone on the black market who was also there. She nodded, put down the teacup and stood up, her eyes fell on the two of them, and said, "I have something to talk to Steward Huang, should you two avoid it?" ”

"Actually, I also happened to have something to discuss with my son, and I want to take a little time from my son." The middle-aged man said, his gaze falling on Feng Jiu's body, and he didn't intend to avoid it.

Hearing this, Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows, looked at the middle-aged man who made her extremely displeased from the look she had just entered, flicked her robe, sat back on the chair again, leaned back on the chair and asked with some interest, "What do you want to talk to me about?" Let's hear it. ”

"I don't know if this black order belongs to Childe? Or is it Lingzun's? The middle-aged man spoke directly.

As soon as these words came out, Feng Jiu's eyes flashed, and the smile on his lips deepened: "Is there a difference?" ”