The breeze was warm, the temperature was just right, and the cold, low voice was like spring water flowing along the winding rocks and through the snow.
It's intoxicating without even realizing it.
Suddenly, Zhan Changfeng's voice stopped abruptly, and he stared at a certain page of the book with no expression.
Wu Feiyu was accustomed to making frivolous taunts. Thinking of his current personality, gentleness and judo, where did he run into trouble?
Zhan Changfeng pointed at one of the passages, and Wu Feiyu leaned over her shoulder to take a look. At first glance, she almost laughed out loud, but immediately asked with a straight face, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this passage?" ?
Two old enemies with one sword and one sword, fighting to the death, why do they seem to be at odds with each other after so many fights?
Cough. Shuo Yu's throat was sore from a sip of tea, and he glared at the person who was almost interested in His Majesty. Is what you are showing His Majesty the serious version or the unserious version?
The contents of the two versions are very similar, but the unorthodox version always has an extra flavor. It is circulated in a small area like a pirated copy. Even Ling Yan herself does not admit that she compiled it, although everyone knows that she wrote it, and who is the author? There were many people who wrote books and biographies about Taiyi's outstanding talents, but she was the only one who blatantly watched the excitement and gossiped about her and even painted it.
Wu Feiyu said in a pure and innocent tone, maybe the more they fight, the more sympathetic they become. The feelings between people are always changeable.
Not necessarily. Zhan Changfeng analyzed carefully and said that the literary spirit contained in this book tells me that the author completed the book in a state of excitement. It either collapsed or the author did it deliberately and was satisfied. your own or others’ assumptions.
Huh? Wu Feiyu's interest dropped to the lowest point. This man really didn't want to stay, so he asked for a single room, opened the west window, and looked out to the courtyard of the auction house, but the sky above was shrouded by a barrier that blocked prying eyes.
The auction house has a small appearance and is no different from an ordinary house.
Wu Feiyu and Zhan Changfeng knocked on the red iron door. After two or three knocks, someone opened the door and silently handed them two masked gowns. After they put them on, he led them into a Dark corridor.
As soon as she put on these clothes, Wu Feiyu could no longer sense Zhan Changfeng's presence. Even when Zhan Changfeng stood in front of her, she had the illusion that she was not her.
This is also the source of security for bidders. When they want to do something extraordinary, no one will recognize them.
Wu Feiyu didn't know if Zhan Changfeng, as a venerable person, was also affected by the clothes and couldn't recognize him, so he reached out and grabbed her sleeves to prevent them from falling apart.
However, the attendant did not lead them to the auction hall that she had found out in advance, but to a private room.
Please wait for the auction to begin. The attendant patted the east wall. The entire wall became transparent. Looking down, you can see an auction hall with orderly seats.
It looks no different from an ordinary auction house.
However, he specially led the Venerable into this kind of room to more effectively isolate the Venerable from prying eyes on other bidders.
Emperor Taiyan said, can you sense the breath in the hall?
Zhan Changfeng looked at her calmly, why should I tell you, the way of witchcraft.