Chapter 82 is fascinating

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"Why don't you catch fish yet?"

Some of the words spoken by the old glutton, who was sitting in a restaurant waiting for the food to be served, were said when the signature fish that had been waiting for a long time was not served in time, and it was the words of urging the shopkeeper Xiaoer. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Now on the high platform, there is a bit of a nondescript feeling.

There was no table of banquets in front of Xia He, nor was there a submissive shopkeeper, only a Fang Ding.

But Xia He looked at Fang Ding's gaze as if he was looking at a pot of hot pot with delicious fish soup, and he was looking for delicious and crispy fish in the red oil.

But it wasn't a hot pot in front of him after all, and at a glance he could see the bottom of the clear water, where there was no fish and meat, only a little pitiful weed.

He couldn't find the fish in the ding, so he set his eyes on the owner of the Hua family who had promised the fish before, and that gaze seemed to be expecting the master of the flower family to immediately turn the water in this square ding into a pot of delicious fish soup covered with red oil.

The owner of the Hua family didn't look up, but he also seemed to feel the blazing look in Xia He's eyes.

raised his head and met Xia He's gaze, and there was more banter in Xia He's eyes.

The owner of the Hua family didn't know if he didn't see what Xia He saw, or if he saw it but pretended not to see it, he said with a smile.

"Come on, the fish will come. ”

Xia He seems to be an old glutton, and the owner of the flower family also has a bit of the tone of the shopkeeper at this time, if it weren't for the fact that the owner of the flower family was dressed in a gorgeous suit, and he didn't hold a plate in his hand, but he was holding a lacquered mahogany cane that obviously looked very precious, and he only heard the voice and the person who only saw the expression on his face, maybe he would think of him as a real shopkeeper.

But Xia He not only saw his expression, heard his voice, but also took his gorgeous clothes and wooden staff into his eyes, so he would not have such an illusion, and he also accepted a little bit of his old gluttonous posture, and the banter in his eyes was a little thicker.

The banter in Xia He's eyes meant that no matter how strong the flower owner was, he just didn't see anything, and he still acted like the shopkeeper's little two, lifting it with one hand, as if he was holding a plate of delicious crispy fish.

The hand reached out to the sky above Fang Ding, but it was still empty and didn't look like anything.

Such an exaggerated and blunt performance made Xia He completely restrain the banter in his eyes, and the disdain in his heart was replaced by solemnity.

Xia He frowned, he felt a powerful aura, that powerful aura seemed to exceed Xia He's imagination, Xia He's face became more and more solemn.

However, no matter how powerful the breath is, even majestic to describe it, the source of the breath is only the hand of the owner of the Hua family who has nothing.

It would not be accurate enough to say anything, and the lacquered mahogany staff that the master of the flower family was holding in his other hand flashed an extremely faint light.

Then the hand held by the master of the flower family was no longer empty, and there was an additional phantom there.

A phantom of a flower.

The flower was nothing more than a shadow at first.

Slowly, the phantom gradually solidified, condensed, condensed.

A red flower blooms in the hands of the owner of the flower family, what a pleasing flower.

Lifelike, even more real than the real flower, the petals trembling in the wind, the fragrance of the flowers spreading, the trembling soft stamens, as if you can still see the pollen drifting away with the wind.

Every petal, every stamen, every tremor holds the hearts of onlookers.

Charming, noble, elegant, seductive, pure, pitiful.

The beauty of all the flowers seems to be concentrated in this one flower.

The characteristics of all kinds of flowers are mixed in this flower, but there is no trace of discomfort, each place is like the most delicate handwriting of the gods in the sky, no more than a point and no less beauty makes everyone's eyes focus on that flower.

It was as if that flower was the most wonderful thing in the world.

No one noticed that the young master of the Hua family, who was holding the flower in his hand, turned a little pale, and his entire body was almost pressed against the lacquered mahogany cane whose color seemed to be a little dull.

Everyone is looking at the flower, and the young master of the flower family is looking at the flower without blinking, worthy of the flower family who knows the flower best, and the most talented young man of the flower family, the young master of the flower family has seen countless flowers from the red flower, countless or charming, or pure, or elegant, or attractive flowers.

The more you watch, the more obsessed you become.

The young master of the Hua family only has flowers in his eyes, and he is a young man who loves flowers and cherishes flowers.

The young master of the Hua family looked at it stupidly, as if he was looking at his lover, like an old drinker who saw his daughter Hong, who had been buried in a tree for decades, like an old man who was looking for delicious fish and meat and finally picked up a piece of crispy fish with chopsticks.

The young master of the Hua family looked a little out of shape, looked at the flowers, and recited some words while looking at the flowers.

"At that time, the grassland also had such flowers......"

The voice was so faint that even the little mercy sitting next to him didn't hear what he was saying.

Xiao Ren is also looking at the flower, she is also very obsessed, and she is also fascinated by the beauty of that flower, and the red flower seems to have a kind of magic that can fascinate everyone.

It's just that Xiao Pian looked at the red and remembered the same red, but the red was now in his hand, and it was just a small poor little red flower.

Especially against the backdrop of that red flower, the little red flower in Xiao Lian's hand looked smaller and more pitiful, but Xiao Ren did not abandon the little red flower in her hand because of the beautiful red flower, but clutched it tighter, and the poor little red flower also snuggled in Xiao Lian's palm, as if it had taken root in her palm.

Xiao Lian thought of the little red flower in her hand, and looked away from the particularly eye-catching red flower, and became the first person to wake up from the charm of that red flower by mistake.

Even Yin Huai, who has always been calm, and Xia He, who claims to be a genius, did not withdraw from the red flower.

Of course, the owner of the flower family has not been addicted to this red flower in the process of blooming, but has been holding this bewitching red flower with a pale face.

The owner of the flower family seemed to be a little surprised when he noticed Xiao Lian's sobriety, but he saw Xiao Ren looking at the ordinary little red flower in her hand and smiled.

It just so happened that Xiao Lian also caught that kind smile, and also reciprocated with a smile full of innocence.

She didn't like Xia He like Xia He, on the contrary, she liked the owner of the Hua family who had always been submissive and didn't dare to treat her with the slightest disrespect, maybe this kind of liking also had some careful thoughts about loving the house and Wu, but it couldn't prevent her from smiling kindly at the owner of the flower family.

The owner of the flower family was still smiling, although under the paleness, it was a little ugly to be reflected by the flower, but he was still smiling.

The flower in his hand slowly closed a few points with the fingers of the owner of the flower family.

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Well, number two, good luck for you, ask for advice.