Bu Ying is very indifferent, for this kind of game, she only thinks of it as a play.

People kept coming, bringing tea and water to Bu Ying, rubbing his shoulders and pinching his legs...... Among this group of male guests, Bu Ying can be regarded as earning enough envy. Both men and women all commented on Bu Ying, and they didn't dare to teach her to hear it.

Bu Ying closed her eyes slightly, her eyelashes were distinct, as if she was in her clear and neat heart. Each eyelash is like a thought and a speaker, shining in a different direction.

Although Longyan was eager to try this farce, she felt in her heart that good luck would not fall on her. What good things are going to happen to people like her? She casually looked at her employer......

Bu Ying's eyelashes made Longan unable to take his eyes off...... How beautiful eyelashes are...... Longyan knows: every day before going out, her owner will sketch her own appearance. Her master is not only arbitrary, but also proud of his appearance.

In contrast, the dull face of the dragon eye is particularly sloppy and natural.

"Natural" is a bad word, and Bu Ying often uses the word "natural" to describe longan. When Longyan heard it, he silently lowered his head.

There was no way, the slave had no room to take care of himself.

Longyan is used to it, and he has listened to Bu Ying's cynicism very well.

In this world, there are many requirements for women, but - Longyan is not a woman, she is just a slave. Just a slave.

"Everyone, everyone!" came up a spirited little man, who looked very energetic, and obviously wanted to get everyone's attention to fall on him.

Longyan was stunned by the man's voice.

The people around also heard the sound of gongs, drums, and suona, and they all paid attention and looked at the center of the stage.

"Now, we're about to officially start!" the man's voice was deliberately prolonged, wanting to sell it, "Everyone, hold the red rope in your hand steady, but don't interrupt, if you accidentally move in advance, it will be invalid." ”

Among the people sitting under the stage, the old men and ladies, who should be arrogant or arrogant, should be lazy and still lazy, did not pay any attention to such things, and several positions were still vacant. Probably, a few of them left the show early, or they didn't participate in this pointless banter in the first place.

It's just that the attendants who are holding the red rope are holding their breath.

The atmosphere was still vaguely tense.

In the palm of the dragon's hand, he held the red rope, like holding a line of fire. She didn't dare to relax, nor did she dare to be nervous, so she could only hold the red thread as normal as possible. She was afraid that her breathing would affect the final result.

The first award is the Xiaoya Award.

This prize is a lot, you should have grabbed it, right?

Longyan didn't know what the Xiaoya Award was, and she didn't see how many awards there were. She only knows: the less valuable something, the more quantity!

Rob!

Be sure to grab it!

Longyan is fully prepared, she thinks: she will definitely be able to grab the Xiaoya Award!

......

The scene set up by Evian Pavilion is really mixed. In addition to those small shrimps and big bugs that came out of nowhere, they also snare Tao Sheng, who is outside this situation.

At this time, Tao Sheng, five inside, like baking, he sat on this occasion, looking out of place.

He didn't know what was wrong.

Originally, he just wanted to have fun, who would have thought that he would be pushed to the forefront and join this troubled water......

The most important thing is that this pool of muddy water is churning, and I don't know how many undercurrents it will cause......

The tea in the cup is no longer a taste.

Although Tao Sheng is a descendant of the Tao family, he is a teenager. At this time, he could not show restraint on his face, nor could he lose the face of the Tao family, and there were already faint beads of sweat on his forehead.

"What's so special about that Silver Thread Award?" a careless person standing behind Fang Xianning asked another person in a whisper. The voice was so small that Fang Xianning couldn't hear it.

"Hey, come on, come on. The square-faced strong man with a stubble on his face obviously didn't dare to let his voice be heard by Fang Xianning who was nearby, so he deliberately hid away and said.

The two men squeezed into the pile of people in the back row before saying:

"What should you be?"

"That'...... How can I know? Aren't they all rare things? What's so strange? It's either rich or expensive? You say, I'm right?"

"Expensive?"

"Isn't it expensive? or ......"

Before the words fell, there was a cry from behind.

Everyone looked sideways, and in an instant, the crowd on the stage and behind the seats looked back...... The gaze of a group of people condensed in a hollow of a black crowd.

The cry came from a well-dressed man. The man seemed to be drunk, and for some reason, he suddenly burst into tears. The voice of wine is still very loud, and the entire Evian Pavilion can hear it.

The people on the stage also stopped talking.

Next to this man, there was a bearded man who accompanied him. This man was also drunk and unconscious. The two men huddled together. The person who accompanied him was smiling.

Chapter 141: Disappointment and Waiting for the Generous Gift (3)

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