Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

“Son, like this ugly woman, there's nothing to see, to see, is also to look at the female auctioneer below, she's much prettier. ”

Little young man like that, referring to the woman with the masked dragon next to her, Jolyn.

Pretty?

The cloud dance and tea, a little bit, the subconscious corner of the eye swept under the hall.

“Aoko, do you really think that woman is pretty?” The cloud dance overlooked Xiaoqing and the corner of his mouth was slightly raised.

“Of course, as long as it's a man with eyes, he'll think the girl is beautiful. If you don't believe me, ask my son.” Xiaoqing said with serious certainty.

The cloud dance didn't ask Nangong Yi because, that answer, she didn't need to know from other people.

His eyes were a little cold, he looked quietly under the hall and looked at the man in the white mask, who had never returned to his head once.

“It's pretty, isn't it, you men, all like young, beautiful women?” It's like talking to yourself or asking.

In her previous life, she thought she could do anything to save that man, she was blown up half her face, the man said he didn't care, but in the end she was betrayed.

What are men's promises and vows?

Nangong Yi did not answer, just that, looking into her eyes, a slightly pitiful stream of light flashed.

Qing, this half-biggest little dot, has always been straight forward, the children's words are not abominable.

“Of course, which man doesn't like beautiful women! But if you look like that and talk so nasty, no man would ever like it. ”

Rumor has it, the corner of the cloud dancer's mouth is curled up, but it seems not to laugh, it is not open.

Served tea, took a slow sip, and restored that lazy, indifferent look.

It's kind of hard to see her like this.

Qing stared at her for a while, her eyebrows were wrinkled. She was going to tell her. In fact, she wasn't really that annoying, but at the end of the day, she felt unable to pull down her face, or she didn't say anything.

Later!

This auction, the last embossed treasure, was filmed with 38 million by the old voice in room two.

Because the skinny pharmacist didn't get into it, and the cloud dance didn't have much interest in it, so he didn't mess it up.

“We're going back to Imperial City, girl. If we're on the same road, can we go together?” When Nangong Yi got up, she looked at the cloud dance that was still sitting on her chair and asked gently.

The cloud dance dropped the teacup, looked up at him, silenced for a moment, and smiled slightly; “I still have things to deal with, Nangong Prince. ”

Nangong Yi glanced at her, her mouth slightly raised and nodded, “Watch yourself, that girl! ”

When the gentle voice fell, he turned around and left with Xiaoqing.

White veil cover, clothes floating, very beautiful...

To be honest, this Nangong Yi seems gentle and calm, but what has been said many times is hard to guess.

Did he really see through her disguise?

The question, cloud dance, was unanswered for the time being, but she knew very well what she was going to do next.

Standing up, moving in shape, almost blinking, a shadow flashed, there was no one else in the cabin.

The back room of the auction.

Both the guards and the staff were deported.

Wu Cold is about to bid farewell to Dragon Majesty sitting on the throne, and is ready to report back to His Royal Highness.