Chapter 1121 East Building Bamboo

"Dear guest, is there anything else you need?" the chief officer asked gently.

"No, no." Yun Qingyan shook his head again and again, his heart started to bleed for his empty money bag.

However, in order to revive Chi Huang, she would be willing to give her all her belongings.

After collecting the blood ginseng essence and nightshade water, Yun Qingyan went straight back to the hotel without even looking at Ai Feng and the others.

It's just a jumping clown, not worth her trouble.

Ai Feng and others, who were directly ignored, were so depressed that they were about to spit out a mouthful of old blood. Is there anything more disgusting than the guy you see as an opponent but doesn't take you seriously?

"These gentlemen, do you have any needs?" The chief officer looked at Ai Feng and the others gently.

They looked at each other for a few years, saw the price of the elixir around them, shook their heads embarrassingly, and left the eighth floor.

They can't afford it on the eighth floor, and the elixir on the sixth and seventh floor can still be seen.

On the ninth floor of the Hundred Herbs Hall, which is not open to the public...

The man in Tsing Yi, who was holding white chess, made a move.

He is dressed in Tsing Yi with cloud patterns, and has a kind of elegance that is indifferent to the world and detached from the world. The blue silk flows down like a waterfall, and the hair is lightly tied with a very simple white jade of suet at the back of his head. Freehand style.

If Yun Qingyan was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that he was the man in Tsing Yi who was 'blackmailed' by her in the Hundred Herbs Hall.

"Why don't you settle down?" A lazy and low voice sounded across from him, as clear as a spring hitting a stone, with a touch of natural elegance.

Silver-like hair fell on the soft white fox fur, a pair of holy and clear platinum-gold pupils, and a face as delicate as a Western embossed yet extravagant face, isn't this His Highness the Holy Son of the Temple Court?

It's just that this holy son in private does not have the holy, gentle and dust-free temperament in the daytime. Rather than being a son of God who is compassionate and caring for the world, it is better to say that he is an elegant and noble son with natural extravagance. , with a bit of a fox-like cunning temperament.

"I felt a familiar aura." The white child in Donglouzhu's hand fell, with a smile on his face, "The token that I accidentally dropped a few years ago has come back.

But...it's two years later than I thought. "

A sly and agile face flashed in his mind with blue spots on his face, and his red lips were slightly hooked.

He thought she should have arrived long ago, but it was not two years later than she came here.

Could it be that... this time his vision failed?

"Is it interesting to you?" Gong Moxi raised a bit of interest, "What kind of person is that?"

Donglouzhu took a light sip of his tea, raised his eyes and glanced at the holy son in front of him, remembering that day when the girl's words were beaded in a ring, the curvature of the corner of his mouth couldn't help deepening, "She? Just like someone, It's a fox."

Those clear and charming eyes like ink paintings glanced at Gong Moxi, "But someone is a white fox, looks white, but his heart is black.

At least she was black and fair. "If you want to blackmail him, he is so straightforward!

Gong Moxi heard the words, the sunspot in his hand fell, but his face remained calm, "Black-hearted white fox? I would like to get to know him."

Donglou Zhujun's face twitched slightly, he was sure that this person definitely did not understand, but deliberately pretended not to understand.

Donglouzhu sighed in his heart, and stopped talking about that topic. After a change of words, he leisurely ridiculed—