The god of flowers looked at the large handful of diamonds scattered on the ground. Then he looked at the 1.3 million gold coins that the star god silently put down. From a different angle, I saw Gu Mo'an put a large part of the torn sheepskin scroll on the ground with a flat face, although I didn't know what it was, but I knew by looking at the four traditional Chinese characters "Star Treasure Secret Mansion" written on the back of the scroll that was rolled up-

Unknown origin!

Look back at your poor 100 dollars, ╮( ̄▽ ̄")╭ I knew I wouldn't take these two people to play, but now it's good, alas, I want to fold the book!

The god of flowers said "wait a minute", secretly wiped a bitter tear in his heart, took out a diamond hourglass from the space, buckled it upside down on the ground, and finally smiled with satisfaction: "Okay, come on!"

"Rock, scissors, paper!"

Karen VS Fog Sky

Scissors VS baggage

The flower god looked at the scissors in his hand, shook the fan and smiled happily, hugged his fists and said, "Accept!"

"Don't be too happy," Wukong indifferently ignored the god-like expression of the god of flowers, silently took out a large handful of larger diamonds from the space and put them in front of the god of flowers, and said with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "That's for them to see, this is for you."

Hana: What the hell is the fog sky doing? Anyway, where did he get so many diamonds, and how many mines he stole from me in private!

Gu Mo'an: What was put for us to see... Can you raise your profile a little more?

Xingshen: It seems that the low-price acquisition is in vain, and it is a shame that I have been thinking about it for so long in my heart.

Suddenly, the two of them looked at the foggy sky and the flower god with a very strange gaze, in other words:

Wretched!

The communication between these two people is very unusual! There's something going on!

However, but!

Star God: Okay, boy! I'm going to kidnap a great beauty in my organization so soon! No, according to the style of the god of flowers, it doesn't look like a handful of successes. This kind of subordinate relationship is slowly approaching, and it is not possible to generate feelings in a way that is too old-fashioned! Women like men who are stronger than themselves, this kid's method is not good, it seems that he will have to be enlightened and enlightened in the future, but he really can't promote it, let him press the flower god, maybe he can sell his diamonds to me at a low price when the time comes.

Gu Mo'an:! This kid, his sexual orientation is not at the level of one or two streets! also picks this kind of good-looking, rich, powerful, powerful, and tall man. No, I'll have to avoid him in the future. Seeing that like that, Eros also knows that no, it will be a colleague relationship in the future, and he will not see him when he looks up, and then he will have to persuade him to save him from going to a point of no return. However, what if after persuasion, the god of love really leaves the god of rain, and this kid is looking at me? Alas, what else can be done, cold salad! If you really can't match, it's a bad fate!

The god of flowers silently took the diamond in the empty hand of the misty and stuffed it into the storage ring, feeling the strange look from the side, ╭( ̄V ̄)╮What do they mean by this look? Matchmaking?

Wukong felt the inner thoughts of the two people next to him, and the corners of his lips hooked, disdainfully. What the master thinks, is it something that these rats can figure out?

"I'm going to take the big risk."

Hua Shen glanced at Wukong strangely, shook his fan and smiled lightly: "I originally thought you would choose the truth."

"I've always been by your side, and I can't escape your sight in every move, and it's useless to ask if I really ask anything, and you already have the answer in your heart. It's nice to have a big adventure and still have a little fun. ”

"In that case, then, please pick up Gu Mo'an's hair and smell it, and then tell me what it smells like."

Star God: Luckily, it's not me.

Gu Mo'an: 。。。。。. What can I, a turtle with a flip cover, say and write?