Hong Chengluo twitched: "Shut up!"

Although Wu Qing gave Han Jiusan is Ah Jin's plea, and he also reported to Hong Chengluo later, as He Lingchuan said, Ah Jin doesn't know anything about poison, and she can be perfunctory by giving her sugar pills, why did Wu Qing give real poison?

Who wants Akin's life?

"The two armies are fighting, and the disaster will not affect the family, this is what my father did not do well, he is too utilitarian." He Lingchuan took a light breath, "I don't know what grievances and entanglements there are between you and which of the masters of Bega, but there is a debtor and a debtor, my father only kidnapped Ah Jin, and did not kill her, and he didn't want to kill her at all."

He Chunhua just wanted to take Ah Jin to retreat from the enemy. If he kills Ah Jin and makes himself a strong enemy, what good will it be?

Morality aside, if He Chunhua's approach can successfully force Hong Chengluo back, there will be many fewer soldiers killed in the Battle of the Han River.

Isn't this the optimal solution he made after weighing the pros and cons?

However, there are people who do not want to see this situation.

"You don't swing a knife at each other now, but you know in your heart that the murderer who forced Ah Jin to death is not me." He Lingchuan said, "It's just that it's too powerful, and even you can't resist it, so you have to put all your resentment on my father's account. In this respect, you are no different from those numb and weak civilians in White Deer Town."

Don't dare to resent the strong, you can only bully the weak.

Hong Chengluo pressed the handle of the knife with his hand, and a trace of cold light overflowed.

The other party's sarcasm made him even more angry.

However, He Lingchuan looked directly into Hong Chengluo's eyes, without fear: "My real name and identity, you can proclaim it as much as you like. Every year, countless outsiders flee into Bega, including heinous criminals and enemy people, but Bega never cares, they all live well here."

He even smiled, "Why do you think I'll be treated differently by Bega?"

He Lingchuan's confidence is not good for no reason.

People have always aspired to be powerful. Since Bega is called the land of the gods, I don't know how many demons and people want to squeeze here. As far as He Lingchuan knew, Bega did not reject talented people, nor did he pay much attention to their origins—even if they were enemy countries.

That's the confidence that comes with being strong.

He Lingchuan had long known that Bega didn't care about the battles that took place in the kite's country, and even the Frost Leaf National Master allocated a part of the Yuan Force to support the New Year's Praise Ceremony, which was opposed by the country.

In other words, Bega didn't take the kite country in his eyes at all, and didn't regard it as an opponent. So what is the fuss about He Lingchuan, the son of the governor of Xiazhou in the Kite Country, entering Lingxu City?

Here, the case record is thicker than him, and the identity background is more complex than him, but the people who live a better life than him are a lot of people.

What is so special about He Lingchuan that deserves a glimpse from Bega?

"Look around, who cares about the kite country in the west? Who cares what happens to you in the country of kites? And who cares that your enemies in the Kite Kingdom are here?"

The guests around talked and laughed, and the singing and dancing leveled down.

This is the City of Spiritual Void, and the people of the Land of the Divine Favor are entitled not to care about anyone. Hong Cheng was silent and stared at him.

He Lingchuan looked at him calmly, unafraid: "As the envoy of Chiyan, I came to Lingxu City to assist in the investigation of the elixir case. You're doing it to me now to cause unnecessary trouble."

Hong Chengluo's gaze changed slightly. This little guy doesn't seem to be the same as it was a few months ago?

"Oh? What's the trouble?" He sneered, "You really think of yourself."

"General Hong." He Lingchuan Zhengse said, "Although you have been reinstated, you are an idle general in Lingxu City at this moment. If you get involved in some, you may not be among the candidates to fight on the Eastern Front."

At this moment, a small servant came quickly and said to the two, "Two, the sale will start immediately, His Royal Highness the Prince of Chiyan is invited!"

Fushiyama noticed the situation here.

Hong Chengluo's eyes subsided with murderous intent, and he said coldly, "The matter between us is not over yet."

He Lingchuan smiled and raised his hand: "Please."

Hong Chengluo also reached out and took a glass of wine from the tray of the little tree spirit, and then turned his head also

If you don't go back, go to the venue first.

He Lingchuan paced back unhurriedly, his expression calm, but his back was already wet with sweat.

Isn't he afraid that Hong Cheng will reveal his old bottom? I'm scared to death!

Bai Ziqi has been checking his details, and may even send someone to Fuguo to investigate. Once I heard that He Lingchuan was from the Kite Country and was born in the Panlong Desert, I am afraid that it would be easy to equate him with Dafang Pot.

With Lingxu City's emphasis on the generous pot, he must not have good fruit to eat. Fortunately, Hong Chengluo didn't know any of this yet.

He didn't know that He Lingchuan's life had actually been held in his hands. He Lingchuan exhaled secretly.

Lingxu City, this place, is really a thorn step by step. How many enemies do you have in total? It's all here, and you might be able to make up two tables of mahjong when you sit down.

His aunt's.

Only then did he have the leisure to observe the little dryad—it was a fake.

In fact, this is an ordinary puppet of the maker, theoretically speaking, it is no different from his golden bronze man and Wu Shaoyi's flying pigeon, but this thing actually needs a controller. He Lingchuan turned to its back and found that this was a creature that didn't know what its original form was, wearing the skin of a small tree spirit, shuttling through the venue to serve tea and wine to people, and doing the work of an attendant.

Although it was a little sluggish, it did disrupt the expectations of the two of them, which was a great help to He Lingchuan.

So he took a silver ingot, from his bosom, and placed it on the little dryad's tray, "Thank you."

The little tree spirit immediately thanked him: "The guest officer is generous!"

But a short figure squeezed on the side, unceremoniously snatched the silver taels from its plate, and scolded: "What do you say 'guest officer is generous', do you still think you are serving dishes in a restaurant?" Say 'Thank you for your patronage'!"

He Lingchuan looked down and saw that there was an extra gibbon beside him, with white hair on his forehead.

Uh, a few days ago, he participated in a day trip to the outskirts of Lingxu, isn't this the head of the group and the tour guide, it seems to be called Lao Ge?

Why did you come to Dunyuan again?

He Lingchuan frowned: "This is a reward for it."

Gibbon Lao Ge grinned: "They all give *** work, and the money they get will also be distributed by me!" Don't worry, you don't have to worry about it!" The little dryad landed on its shoulder, and it didn't look like it was resentful. "You're not here for the tours?"

"As long as I can make money, I will do it." Lao Ge said with a smile, "Dunyuan is selling, and Manager Fang said that there are still a few eye-catching gimmicks, so I'll bring someone here."

"People?"

The little tree spirit lifted the hijab, revealing his true face.

It turns out that this is a group of monsters shaped like praying mantises, which can fly, but the appearance is black and unsightly, and it is much more beautiful after putting on a puppet shell.

He Lingchuan's heart moved: "You are really familiar with the way in Xiacheng."

Dunyuan sales look loose, in fact, there is no Cambodia, non-powerful people do not enter, and not everyone can come. This ape demon was not bragging in the tour group last time, he recognized the upper and lower third-rate and ninth-rate, and he was considered a small half-land snake.

Lao Ge patted his chest: "Why not go down to the city? I'll eat well in the upper town." "Okay." He Lingchuan exchanged contact information with him, "I'll look for you if there's something.

"You have to have it."

He Lingchuan walked back slowly and sat on the edge of Fushanyue. On the stage, another lot was settled.

"The next item, Lot 1111, an unknown curiosity, starts at three taels of silver."

He Lingchuan was taken aback: "Why is it still this?"

Before he was dragged to the corner by Hong Chengluo to talk alone, the sales party was filming this horn, how could he wait for him to finish talking to Hong Chengluo, and then come back after chatting with the gibbon Lao Ge for a while, this one has not been sold yet!

What the seller displayed on the stage was indeed a strange thing that looked like a cow's horn, and even the color was exactly the same. This kind of small thing can't be sold for much price, and the auction time should be very short. A big-name seller like the one on the stage, who is willing to give it twenty interest, is considered a preferential treatment.

Fu Shanyue rolled his eyelids, and he was also a little impatient. He waited to see the competition for the Infinite Gold, but was delayed by this little: "I was just about to shoot this thing

When the seller found that the explanation given by the organizer was wrong, he took other pictures first."

He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows, and firmly controlled his hand, just ignoring the god bone necklace that had been hot.

There are too many strange things that happen around these unknown strange things, first the display cabinet was monitored, and then the horns were suddenly changed from Tianyulou to Hanxiangtang for sale, and the first auction also claimed to have taken the wrong information······

It's like waiting for him!

As soon as this thought came to mind, He Lingchuan was a little creepy.

When he first came to Lingxu City, Xingxinglou wanted to arrest him in, and he was now full of vigilance about everything around him.

Whatever the Divine Bone Necklace wanted, it wasn't worth the risk he had now. So he didn't pay attention to the auction of the horns at all, just had a glass of wine, and whispered to Fushan Yue offstage.

The unknown strange thing is actually not so easy to sell, and the seller shouted twice, but no one answered.

Seeing that he was about to knock on the gavel and shout "next", he didn't prevent someone from lifting the sign below:

"Me."

He Lingchuan glanced out of the corner of his eye, and coincidentally, it was the complaining guest on the side of the showcase.

The square-faced, big-eared companion still sat next to him, "Hey, you really want this?"

"It's expensive." After he bids, the seller has to count down again.

Fortunately, no one really competed with him for this thing, and the final hammer was finalized, and it was sold at the price of three taels of silver!

The complaining guest happily pays for the goods.

The dementor mirror in He Lingchuan's arms couldn't help but say, "You seem to want this?" He snorted.

"Why don't you bid?"

He Lingchuan didn't answer, he was on the edge of Fushanyue, this person's ear power is amazing, how could he chat with the mirror at will?

"Then go back and knock you out and snatch the things?" He Lingchuan shook his head slightly.

That's it, Lingxu City is so big, there are so many treasures, and the divine bone necklace doesn't have to eat this horn, right? Next time, find a more delicious one for it, won't it be over?

At this time, the guests below were already urging: "Okay, okay, next thing, next thing!"