Chapter 1349 Qin Xiaozong’s Pursuit of Gifts 3

Young Master Yan raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes nonchalantly.

There was a hint of surprise between his pale brows, and his thin red lips curled up into a smile that was not a smile, "Hey, someone actually sent me something?"

The housekeeper leaned forward and nodded respectfully, "Yes, Master."

Young Master Yan's slender white fingers gently brushed his chin: Well, so many years.

She never seems to accept anything sent by others.

There was a novel feeling in my heart.

"I'll go take a look."

As he said that, he moved his long legs and walked to the living room.

On the table in the living room, there is a square metal box.

The material of the box looks very strange.

The silver-black color is dull and steady, but it is also vaguely dotted with some star-like decorations.

Young Master Yan squatted down and looked left and right, but he didn't see the switch on the box.

Because this box is integrated.

without any gaps

She picked up the box with one hand, put it to her ear and shook it gently.

"Crack."

"Crack."

There was a sound of things shaking and colliding inside the box.

Yan Tao's thin red lips pursed, and her dark peach blossom eyes were gleaming, as bright as stars.

It looks like this thing is quite interesting.

Are you asking him to unlock it?

It was obviously testing his IQ.

Young Master Yan furrowed his brows unhappily, nestling in a small corner holding the large metal box and shaking it around.

From time to time, he lowered his head and studied it seriously.

This attracted people passing by the living room to look for work - to watch.

One by one, those holding rags took rags, those who wiped kettles wiped kettles, and those who swept the floors swept the floors.

However, his eyes secretly drifted towards the marshal.

Eyes shining, heart excited.

——Oh, Marshal is so cute.

——Oh, how can you be so cute?

——Cute and handsome, do you want to make me look pretty to death? !

All he saw was the young man in white sitting on the ground, with the metal box placed between his legs as he sat cross-legged.

The soft black hair hung down, almost covering the side of the young man's face, but he could still feel his seriousness.

The melon-eating crowd whispered.

——What is that?

——I heard it was a gift the young master received this morning.

--real or fake

——I have worked in the Marshal's Mansion for so many years, and I have never seen anyone give anything to the Marshal (except Lord Yunkuo).

——Nonsense, our marshal has everything, do we still need others to give it to us? !

The melon-eaters scratched their chins.

——But this box——Do you think the marshal can open it?

——It seems that they are all welded together. There is no switch. How can it be opened?

The young girl snorted coldly when she heard this: Who is our marshal? Nothing can trouble him!

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed.

Fifteen minutes passed.

The young maid looked at the handsome young man full of irritability and silently retracted her previous words.

Everyone is watching.

Suddenly, Master Yan stood up angrily.

I saw that the master of the Yan family, who was as handsome as a demon, was full of black energy, and his pair of peach blossom eyes seemed to contain endless anger.

Of course, it's not just anger.

And depressed.

Master Yan dragged the metal box and ran to the yard outside.

The slender white index finger moved slightly, and the square box rotated on the white fingertips.

After turning around for an unknown number of times, the boy suddenly tightened his fingers.

"Click"!

The entire metal box took on tremendous pressure in an instant.

The next second.

A circular hole was exposed on one side of the box.

The hole is huge, occupying nearly 1/2 of the area of ​​the box.

Enough for people to see what's inside.