The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1350 Intimacy

"I don't know how much Seventh Young Master intends to take?" the servant asked respectfully.

"Not much, maybe one billion." Leng Wuyou replied casually.

"okay."

As soon as he agreed, the boy who was about to act was stunned. Just now, the seventh son said that he wanted to take out one billion. It seems that the seventh son just said one billion, not much?

The boy couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, his throat was a little dry, that's one billion, not a small amount, could it be that this is a rich boss?
Think of him as a worker, all the year round, the money he gets in his hand is only tens of thousands, and the big boss takes one billion when he comes. Sure enough, there is no comparison between people, and he wants to die one dead.

"Young master, the amount you have withdrawn is a bit large, and I may not be able to make up my mind. I have to ask the steward to come over."

"Can you wait here for a while? Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting for too long."

From the envy of the rich man and the poor ghost, he was drawn out of sadness, with a hint of embarrassment on his face.

In fact, if Leng Wuyou wanted to come a little earlier, he could still take out one billion directly.

But just now, a group of people took away a large amount of spiritual crystals, and now there is really not much liquidity in their branch.

Leng Wuyou nodded, she didn't care, she just waited for a while, she could wait.

Seeing that Leng Wuyou was so open-minded, the boy's impression of Leng Wuyou was even better, he raised his hand to invite Leng Wuyou to sit beside him, and made him a cup of tea by the way.

In fact, the little servant still wanted to be by the side. After all, Leng Wuyou was a big shot, but Leng Wuyou just put on a show, letting him do his own thing and leave her alone.

The boy saw that there was another customer in the store, so he also apologized and went to his own business first.

Leng Wuyou sat in a corner, the table in front of her was gray and black, it was an ordinary table, inside the teacup, there was rising tea mist, she stretched out her hand to pick up the teacup, and blew on it. , took a sip, narrowed his eyes, with a bit of laziness and casualness.

The tea tastes pretty good.

There is still a faint spiritual power, a sip of tea enters the throat, turns into a warm current, and enters the body.

The moment it entered the body, Leng Wuyou couldn't help but move his eyes, this spiritual power is a bit strange.

When this spiritual power entered Leng Wuyou's body, it was actually directly entangled with other spiritual powers.

It seems that this spiritual power has the power of purification, purifying some of the filthy dust that the spiritual power in her body was inevitably infected with due to years of practice.

She raised her eyebrows, a little curious in her heart, who is the master behind this place?Why have such an amazing tea?

And this tea is still here to entertain guests.

What Leng Wuyou didn't know was that ordinary customers couldn't drink this tea at all, and only a big shot like her could drink one or two cups.

This is not to discriminate against those who have no strength, in fact, those who are weak cannot bear the spiritual power in this tea at all.

Almost a quarter of an hour later, someone came from outside. The man was dressed in white, with a handsome appearance and a gentle and gentle temperament, which made people feel a sense of intimacy at a glance.

"Young master, why are you here?" The young servant just saw a guest off, and when he looked up, he saw his young master, and hurried forward to greet him with a slightly surprised tone.

"I'm here with something to do, and I saw the message you sent back, and Uncle Qing happened to have something to do, so I'll take a look." Yu Shanghun had a faint smile on his lips, that smile was as warm as a spring breeze, Rubbing across the cheeks is warm and warm.

He might as well be dissatisfied with the servant's questioning like other masters, instead he patiently explained to the other party.

Leng Wuyou had already noticed the movement here, looking at the man in front of her, she couldn't feel the breath of a cultivator in him, but her intuition told her that this man was not simple.

He is definitely not what he appears on the surface, at least his strength is not.

Especially the moment when Leng Wuyou's eyes accidentally met his, she felt a sense of intimacy from him.

This sense of intimacy came out of nowhere, and Leng Wuyou couldn't help frowning.

She is a rational person, and she will not feel a sense of intimacy when facing a stranger, even if the person looks gentle, she will not, unless the person is her relative or friend.

There was already a hint of vigilance towards this person in my heart, but it was just not showing on the surface.

Yu Shanghun met Shang Leng Wuyou's gaze, his eyes flickered slightly, and the next second a gentle smile hung on the corner of his mouth, that smile made Leng Wuyou feel that kind of intimacy even more than before. is strong.

(End of this chapter)