Chapter 922: The King’s Heart Is Like My Heart

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"What if I want you to be my wife in return?"

There was a smile on Zhuo Bufan's face, and he looked straight at Miao Xin, his eyes contained doting, tolerance, and happiness.

Miao Xin was stunned for a moment, then her two willow-leaf eyebrows frowned together, her heartbeat began to speed up continuously, her eyes also looked at Zhuo Bufan's eyes, she could feel many things from Zhuo Bufan's eyes, and those things seemed to want to Touch her heart.

She could feel the sincerity in Zhuo Bufan's eyes, but at the same time she was resisting that sincerity, because in her opinion, the sincerity in Zhuo Bufan's eyes was for his wife, not for herself.

There was even a trace of jealousy in her heart, and even she herself didn't know why that jealousy appeared. "Zhuo Bufan, I'm not your wife, maybe I look a lot like your wife, but that doesn't mean you can impose your love for her on me, do you understand?" Miao Xin looked at her seriously. His white palms curled slightly, and the sharp nails pierced the palms, and the resulting

The pain continued to stimulate her nerves, keeping her somewhat awake.

"Yezi, have you really forgotten me?"

Zhuo Bufan frowned, staring at her deeply.

"Have you forgotten that we were married and made you suffer so much? Forget that we adopted ferrets together, forgot that we went to Wuzhen together, did you leave a gift bag on the wishing tree?"

As he said that, Zhuo Bufan took out a red brocade pouch, which he took out on a special trip to Wuzhen after he left Jinling.

Miao Xin looked at his expression, felt a bit of distress for this infatuated man, subconsciously took the kit, and after opening it, there was only a note inside, which read:

May the king's heart be like mine, and I will live up to my lovesickness!

When she saw these words, Miao Xin's mind went blank for a moment, because these Juanjuan handwriting were very similar to her notes, or exactly the same.

But she couldn't think of the existence of 'this thing' at all.

"Is this also a coincidence?" Miao Xin's palm holding the kit slightly trembled, and the ferret that Zhuo Bufan mentioned also existed.

"You just lost your memory, and you don't remember me. I will definitely find a way to remind you of the past." Zhuo Bufan held Miao Xin's soft little hand, with a look of worry on his face, "And you are in Miao Xue Jingu, they will harm you."

Miao Xin came back to her senses, suddenly shook off Zhuo Bufan's hand, took a deep breath, all the emotions on her face suddenly disappeared, and her cold expression returned, "Zhuo Bufan, I'm sorry for what you said. I don't know if it's true or not, but...I don't allow you to slander my master."

A look of pain flashed across Zhuo Bufan's pupils.

He also understands that taking out a kit is not enough to make Miao Xin believe what he said.

"This ring was given to me by you last time, and I will return it to you now." Miao Xin took out a small silver ring and prepared to hand it to Zhuo Bufan.

"If you are still grateful to me for saving you last time, take this ring." Zhuo Bufan said suddenly.

From his eyes, Miao Xin saw a resolute attitude, hesitated for a moment, and took the ring back.

Watching Miao Xin leave, Zhuo Bufan clenched his fists tightly. It seems that the conspiracy of Miao Xue Shrine must be dismantled in order to make Miao Xin believe his words. Force it out, and then disperse the exercises practiced in Miaoxue Shrine.

Back in the box, Ye Beichen saw the sad look on Zhuo Bufan's face, and said, "Brother Zhuo, doesn't she believe what you say?"

"Well, she has lost her memory now, and it's a bit difficult for her to believe what I said right away. It is necessary to dismantle the conspiracy of Miao Xue Shrine." Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth.

"Haha, Miaoxue Shrine claims to be a decent family, but in fact they are doing dirty business. If brother Zhuo wants to get into Miaoxue Shrine, remember to bring me with you." Ye Beichen took a sip of wine, his face showing excitement, Obviously this guy is afraid of chaos.

There are very few people participating in the Jiashi Auction this time. Many of them are magicians, martial arts masters, and even some disciples from the hidden door. Almost no ordinary people participated in this auction. It is also some magic tools, materials, spiritual herbs and so on.

"Brother Zhuo, I remember that there is an elixir auction today. I wonder if you are interested?" Ye Beichen said suddenly.

"What spirit grass?" Zhuo Bufan frowned, he didn't pay attention to ordinary spirit grass now.

"Silver Snow Grass." Ye Beichen said.

Silver Snow Grass is not considered the most precious spiritual grass, but the output is very rare. It only grows in extremely cold places, and the conditions for growth are very harsh, but the effect is a bit weak. Only the cultivation of ice and fire elements , Kung fu monks need to use this kind of spiritual grass.

Zhuo Bufan knew that Ye Ziqin was the body of the Nine Yins. Although Silver Snow Grass is also an ice-type spiritual herb, it can convert the poison of ice in the body into ice-type energy, which relieved Ye Ziqin's condition to some extent.

"I want this silver snow grass." Zhuo Bufan squeezed his fist.

However, as Zhuo Bufan guessed, this auction is different from the previous ones. The auction is not an ordinary comparison, but spirit stones. One top-grade spirit stone is equal to one hundred middle-grade spirit stones, and one middle-grade spirit stone It is equal to one hundred low-grade spirit stones. Although silver snowgrass is rare, there are very few monks who can use it, so there are not many people vying for it. Ye Beichen estimates that the price is at most one high-grade spirit stone. Even hidden door spirit stones are extremely rare. After all, one piece is used less than one piece, and now the earth's resources are exhausted, it is impossible to

Mining spirit mines.

Even Ye Beichen only had three high-grade spirit stones on him. Zhuo Bufan robbed Wu Yue, Yao Lei, and Ouyang Xinghe. He now has seven high-grade spirit stones and hundreds of middle-grade and low-grade spirit stones. Suddenly became rich.

"This auction is for Silver Snow Grass, and the starting price is ten middle-grade spirit stones."

The auctioneer stood on the stage and said, while on the tray next to it was a herb covered with crystal clear ice flowers, emitting a faint white cold smoke, which could be felt even from a long distance away. There was a hint of chill emanating from it.

"Thirty middle-grade spirit stones." Suddenly, a voice resounded throughout the auction hall.

Ye Beichen frowned, "Brother Zhuo, Qingxuan also seems to want to buy silver snow grass."

"A high-grade spirit stone." Zhuo Bufan said indifferently, since it was stolen anyway, it doesn't feel distressed to use it.

"Local tycoon." Ye Beichen was stunned for a moment. From his point of view, the Silver Snow Grass was not needed by many people, and it was estimated that it would not exceed the price of eighty middle-grade spirit stones. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Bufan sold a top-grade spirit stone. In the other box, Qingxuan frowned, his face a little gloomy.