But Ning Biluo also understood very clearly that the other party's tone was very natural; not angry, not angry, just said so peacefully. Ning Biluo knew that the other party really didn't care.
You may not care, but I... can I not care
Ning Bi fell in the heavy rain, stood on the roof for a long time, and finally sighed and flew away.
Ye Xiao smiled softly in the dark, and murmured: "This killer is quite cute... But, I still underestimated me, Ye Xiao. If I want to repay you with kindness, how can I risk it?" Such a big danger to save you?"
"Besides... a top killer, if he really becomes my slave... then, he is no longer the number one killer, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to be a qualified killer... because the change in mentality has led to my own strength. The regression of... ”
"So I won't bind you with kindness."
"Friends in the rivers and lakes, have a good journey."
Ye Xiao fell into a deep sleep.
This night's tossing is really exhausting!
the second day.
Lingbao Pavilion Auction Hall.
Just like how busy Ye Xiao was during this period of time, Lingbao Pavilion was also in chaos during this period of time!
Since the arrival of the big boss, the entire Lingbao Pavilion suddenly became tense and panicked all day long.
Especially for Guan Wanshan's great enshrining, it is even more like a year!
During the period of enshrining Guan Da, looking forward to the arrival of that Feng Zhiling is simply hopeless!
There is also the plump body of the big boss Wan Zhenghao. During this period of time, he lost almost three laps of weight. The efficiency of losing weight can be described as leveraged. Every day, he looks like a psychopath, wandering around in the auction hall.
Well, using the adjective "turning around" is somewhat inappropriate, because with Wan Zhenghao's body type, it should be rolling around...
Moreover, every time he saw Guan Wanshan, he would grab him and ask, "Has Feng Zhiling come? Has he come? Has he not come yet?"
If he saw Guan Wanshan ten times a day, he would ask him at least twenty times about such things!
Ask a question when meeting, and then ask another question before leaving: "Why haven't you come yet? When will you come?"
The reason why he said "at least" is because during the communication process, he would say a few words from time to time—
"Is that guy dead?"
"Why hasn't this bastard come here... What do you think is going on?"
"Why don't you come here? Do you know what's going on? Could it be that the bastard who missed Huajie and Liuxiang got sick and died of Hualiu?"
"Should I send someone to the major brothels to check?"
"Why hasn't he come yet, you analyze it for me..."
Guan Wan's mountain was as big as a bucket, and he was almost driven crazy!
This is an exaggeration at all, as long as a normal person is asked this twenty or thirty times a day, he will feel nervous breakdown. And your own IQ will be infinitely reduced because of this...
Guan Wanshan felt that if he was asked by the big boss again, he would definitely collapse: That Feng Zhiling... he is not my son, when will he come and why is he not here, how would I know? You ask me, who do I ask? I analyze? What do I analyze? Is there any information and clues for me to analyze? I analyze your grandma's claws!
But... it was the big boss who asked the question, so he had to answer it.
Every time after answering these boring and repeated questions respectfully and many times, Guan Dafu felt that he was going crazy, and maybe when he was asked again, he would really go crazy...
So much so that when Guan Wanshan saw the big boss, he subconsciously wanted to put oil on his feet and run away.
However, the auction hall is such a big place, even if you are allowed to escape, where can you escape
The big boss wants to ask you something, can you escape
As the days went by, the big boss became more and more anxious. In the end, it was no longer a chance encounter, but he ran directly to Guan Wanshan's room and asked anxiously: "Is Feng Zhiling here? Is there any news? Do you know when?" Can you come?"
Or when Guan Wanshan can't be found, they simply mobilize all the people in the auction house: "Let Guan Dafu come to see me immediately!"
So Guan Wanshan was brought before the big boss again.
Then the big boss said: "Has Feng Zhiling come? Is there any news? Do you know when he will come?"
Guan Wanshan's face turned pale as if hearing a curse, and he stared blankly, feeling lifeless.
I really want to yell: You ask the same question eight hundred times a day, is it fun
However, this sentence in my heart has been repeated eight million times, but I still dare not say it.
Why don't people bow their heads under the eaves! The big boss must know how to reply!
Little did he know that the big boss Wan Zhenghao was even more depressed!
Depressed to the point where I almost wanted to commit suicide!
I think back then, when I got a treasure that was bigger than the sky, I kept it in my hands for three thousand years; but I didn't realize how precious it was, and every time I auctioned it, I wanted to give it away like a plague god.
It has been auctioned for more than 3,000 years and has not been photographed. I went out for a while and turned around and came back again. ominous thing.
You said that you started your business by relying on this treasure back then, it was clearly a blessing, why did you have to sell it!
This isn't brain water... what else could it be
Now it was finally filmed, but after the filming, I immediately knew that it was a unique super baby in the world!
There is nothing more sad than this in life!
When he heard the news, Wan Zhenghao almost hanged himself on the spot.
This is no ordinary thing...
Everyone in the world knows that the big boss of Lingbao Pavilion has been passed down from generation to generation. As long as he is the big boss who finally takes over Lingbao Pavilion, his name will automatically be changed to Wan Zhenghao.
It is probably a practice passed down from generation to generation in Lingbao Pavilion.
However, Wan Zhenghao knew it himself.
Those successors passed down from generation to generation... In fact, they are all themselves. The so-called inheritance from generation to generation is just a trick to deceive people!
But, others don't know.
"Fortunately, no one else knew about it, otherwise this embarrassment would have been thrown at grandma's house... But that day, there is a ghost outside, so I have to get it back no matter what..." Wan Zhenghao turned around anxiously.
If you can't get it back, you will really die.
Because, there is such a god of killing who can't afford to offend, who is watching him covetously every day...
In his room, the middle-aged man looked at him coldly, and said indifferently: "What's the use of turning around? Wan Zhenghao, you are really good, you have such a good thing in your hands." Here it is, and you haven’t told me about it for so many years.”
Wan Zhenghao's fat face was dripping with sweat, and his muscles suddenly began to tremble like dancing, and he said weakly: "Isn't it because I don't know the value of this thing... I thought it was a shameful past, a trash that was smashed into my hands … Hey, eyes but no eyes…”
A mocking smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged man, hehe, and said: "Thanks to my painstaking efforts to prolong your life, pass on your secret method, make you immortal, and support your Lingbao Pavilion to become the number one auction house in the mainland... Wan Zhenghao, is this how you repay me?"
Wan Zhenghao was extremely terrified, and kept calling for grievances, saying: "Senior, senior... Regarding the matter of the outer world, this junior really doesn't know the inside and outside details... Senior, think about it, if I really knew, how could I have auctioned that thing so many times? , let alone sell it for several million taels of silver, those things are only valuable in the hands of seniors, and besides, if they are dedicated to seniors, as long as seniors are happy, give them to me A little reward is a great benefit that cannot be bought with hundreds of millions of gold in the secular world... How could I be so short-sighted... "
The middle-aged man frowned and said in his heart, what he said was also reasonable, it was indeed so true.
It seems that a piece of black gold is regarded as mud by a poor man who has never seen the world... Not only does he not think that beauty is a precious thing, but he thinks that the color like stool is an eyesore...
"Is there any news?" The middle-aged man asked indifferently: "That... Feng Zhiling?"
Upon hearing these words, Wan Zhenghao immediately wanted to hang himself.
In the past few days, if you say how many times he asked Guan Wanshan this sentence, how many times he also endured it in front of this middle-aged man. Guan Wanshan's feeling, he can fully understand, empathize with him, how can he not understand it.
When Guan Wanshan was asked by himself, he just collapsed and depressed, but when he was asked by this person, he faced death threats again and again! The tolerance of this... But it's different.
"There is no news yet..." Wan Zhenghao had a bitter face, because he could completely guess what the middle-aged man would say next.
"Why is there no news..."
"When will there be news..."
"Do you still want me to wait longer? Do you know how much time you have delayed me..."
In this way, it has appeared at least hundreds of times these days, even if it is reversed, it can be fluent!
Fortunately, at this time, the door was suddenly pushed open with a "bang", and the next moment, Guan Wanshan's old body was like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old. ... He he he, here we come!"
The two people in the room were trained for many years, but they were startled by the sudden intrusion.
They all stared wide-eyed at this old man who had taken aphrodisiacs, and he was as dazed as a clay sculpture.
Originally, the room they were in was forbidden for anyone to enter. Although Guan Wanshan was the chief appraiser of Lingbao Pavilion and knew of the existence of this room, he never dared to trespass. What happened? !
After Guan Wanshan yelled, he began to gasp for breath and put his hands on his knees. After all, he was already a very old man, and the momentary excitement could not last long, and his exhaustion appeared instantly, but that old face was flushed red. Not because of excessive exercise, but because of — excitement.
My God, this miserable day of being forced to ask eight hundred times a day and still having to answer has finally come to an end...
That Wind Ling... is coming!