Bai Yueguang's stand-in cries all over the realm of comprehension

Yan Wei asked with a broken heart: "Who does Your Majesty want to go with?"

Qiyue squinted at him: "The admirer of this deity."

Yan was slightly taken aback.

Who?
After a while, he realized that what Qiyue was talking about was Jiang Yanlu.

At that time, Qiyue had lowered his cultivation to the early stage of transforming the gods, and was restraining the demon energy in his body.

Looking at the impatience in his eyes, Yan Wei felt that she was a little bit out of her mind.

He hesitated and said, "My lord, you said Jiang Yanlu is your admirer?"

Qi Yue rolled his eyelids: "What?"

Yan Wei was puzzled: "Then Jiang Yanlu should come to look for you, why are you so... eager to take the initiative?"

Qiyue's hand holding the mask stopped suddenly and froze in mid-air.

Yes.

What is he in such a hurry for?
Qiyue withdrew his hand instantly, and then calmed down completely.

His persona in front of Jiang Yanlu is still a well-behaved little junior who is sleeping and forgetting to break through the realm of transforming gods in a certain mountain.

Even if they met, the two of them would have to be somewhere in the Taixuan Sword Sect or in the realm of comprehension. It was impossible to be in the city that never sleeps, and it was even more impossible to attend the auction by such a coincidence.

Thinking of this, Qiyue sat back bored again.

Yan Wei: "...My lord, shall we still go to the auction tomorrow?"

Praying: "Go."

Tomorrow Jiang Yanlu will definitely try to shoot this talisman fragment.

If the spirit stone in her hand is not enough, let Yan Wei pat.

*

The next day.

Jiang Yanlu and Cheng Xinglan tidied up in the inn, and together with Ji Wen and Ke Tang who were waiting at the entrance of the inn, they took their cold jade tokens and went to Baohai Restaurant to participate in the auction.

Both parties knew what the other party's purpose in coming to the auction was.

But before the auction of the talisman fragments came out, despite their identities as competitors, they were still friends.

At the entrance of Baohai Restaurant, there are special personnel in charge of inspecting jade plaques.

When Jiang Yanlu and the others entered, the first floor was already full of seats.

The figure of the restaurant clerk shuttled nimbly between the aisles of tables and tables, with light steps.

The sound of low-level communication and the sound of tea flowing sounded from time to time, like a less noisy and sharp background sound.

The private rooms they booked were not in the same place, and the two pairs parted ways at the stairs.

Jiang Yanlu and Cheng Xinglan walked towards their private room.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly heard the familiar sound of bells.

Looking up, he saw two figures a few meters away, one red and one white, standing at the door of the private room of Jiang Yanlu and his wife more than ten meters away.

The maid is pushing the door for them.

It was a couple who were rejected by Jiang Yanlu in the inn five days ago.

The other party obviously saw them too, and the smiling eyes instantly became cold and arrogant, and there was also a little contempt mixed in.

It seems to be saying, the two of you are also qualified to enter such a high-end auction?

Jiang Yanlu didn't bother to pay attention to them, and turned directly into his private room, replacing the tea maid with a carp.

The girl was very angry at Jiang Yanlu's ignorance, and she raised her foot to chase after him.

The man next to her grabbed her and said in a low voice, "Arjun! Don't forget our purpose today."

The girl bit her lower lip angrily, and then reluctantly followed the man into the private room next to her.

In the private room, the large floor-to-ceiling windows are all wide open, providing a wide and transparent view.

A set of exquisite blue-and-white porcelain tea sets were placed on the tea table, and a red and conspicuous round bidding light ball was hung by the window.

When spiritual energy or magic energy is injected, the light ball will light up, indicating that the auctioneer wants to bid.

Jiang Yanlu sat on one of the armchairs, looking at the auction aimlessly with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

A half-meter-high auction platform has been set up between the two spiral staircases, covered with a navy blue floor mat.

A long cylindrical crystal display stand stands in the center, empty of anything.

Suddenly, Jiang Yanlu's eyes fell on one of the private rooms diagonally opposite.

All the private rooms on the second floor are open to the outside world. Once the two floor-to-ceiling windows are opened, there is nothing to block them except for a row of half-person-high railings built around the edge to prevent guests from accidentally falling.

In other words, the guests sitting in the private room on the second floor can see each other.

but--

That private room was different.

A layer of ice silk gauze is hung on the outside of it, and a bead curtain strung with ivory white pearls is hooked on it.

This layer of gauze should be some kind of magic weapon that can isolate prying eyes.

The outside cannot see the inside, but the inside can see the outside.

Jiang Yanlu stared curiously at the gauze curtain, guessing who would be sitting inside.

At this moment, the thin gauze curtain was suddenly blown by a gust of wind inside, and a corner was lifted, and then it was quickly closed by a spell.

Jiang Yanlu was able to glimpse a small piece of the scene inside at this moment.

She saw the tall and straight back of a man in black clothes, looking at the familiar back of his head.

Jiang Yanlu froze for a moment: "Little brother?"

Her voice was so low that Cheng Xinglan, who was closest to her, couldn't hear her clearly: "Little sister, what did you say?"

Jiang Yanlu said: "I seem to have seen my little brother."

Cheng Xinglan had a shocked face: "——what? Where? Why didn't I see it?"

Jiang Yanlu raised his hand and pointed: "Behind that gauze curtain."

Cheng Xinglan blinked and didn't see anything with dry eyes, and turned his head sideways:

"Isn't Junior Brother still retreating in a certain mountain to break through to the God Transformation Realm? Have you seen his face?"

Jiang Yanlu shook his head: "I only saw one figure from the back."

"How could you recognize it just by looking at the back!" Cheng Xinglan was sure, "It must be my little senior sister, you must have misunderstood."

"The cold jade token is so rare, even I only got two pieces, how could my little brother have one, and look at that private room, which is covered by gauze curtains, and those who can sit in it must be from the Demon Realm or the Realm of Cultivation Someone with a high position and authority cannot be a Junior Junior Brother."

is it?

Jiang Yanlu was still dubious.

However, it seems that the junior brother does not have the hard conditions to get the "ticket" for the auction in the city that never sleeps.

At the same time, inside the gauze tent.

Because of his small mistake just now, Yan Wei lifted up a corner of the gauze curtain and was almost discovered by Jiang Yanlu that Qiyue was here, so he squatted humblely in the corner facing the wall thinking about a stick of incense.

"But having said that," Cheng Xinglan's voice clearly fell into Qiyue's ears, "I've been with my junior brother for a long time, and suddenly I haven't seen him for a long time. I still miss him. Junior sister, do you miss him? "

There was a moment of silence over there.

Qi Yue's back suddenly tensed up, and even his breathing slowed down a lot.

Yan Wei also quietly poked out his spiritual sense and pricked up his ears to listen.

Jiang Yanlu's voice was faint, and quickly merged into the chaotic background sound of the auction venue.

"think."

Qiyue's tense nerves instantly relaxed, with an uncontrollable smile on his brows, and the corners of his lips became more and more curved.

If he had a tail behind him, he would already be twirling crazily towards the sky right now.

Qiyue even turned her head to show off to Yan Wei: "Did you hear that? She said she missed me."

Yan Wei, who was crouching in the corner, had a chapped expression: "..."

Can this kind of worthless expression appear on the face of the super strong, the only ruler of the Demon Realm, the master of the city that never sleeps, and his lord?

Who is whose admirer?

Yan Wei suddenly had a little doubt about Qi Yue's words.