The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

Nangong Chen and Jing Ao were surprised, and looked into the private room, who is that, or a child, what is the identity of this child?Can this young man who doesn't take them seriously be called his master?

Or that child is the child of a strong and venerable person, but when did such a person appear in Chaoyang City?

"Please come in." Hanyue Qiongying said indifferently, a strange look flashed in her eyes, the one who threatened to make her never recover?remarkably brave.

Nangong Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed to have heard this voice before, but he was sure that he had never heard such a weird childish voice. It was obviously very childish, but it was cold and uncoordinated.

Ye Chen turned around slowly, and said expressionlessly: "Master invites you in."

After speaking, Ye Chen stood beside her and waited again.

"Third Highness, please go first." Jing Ao stepped aside on purpose, and said gloatingly.

"Master Dongfang, you go ahead." Nangong Chen gritted his teeth a bit and pushed Dongfang Jingao.

"Thank you, Third Highness." Jing Ao said reluctantly after stepping into the private room.

Nangongchen then entered the private room, the young servant was about to enter the private room to serve, pour tea and water, but was stopped by Nangongchen's entourage.

With a squeak, the boy was shut out of the door. The boy was panicked and frightened. This time he offended the two great gods, and wanted to go in and serve the two great gods as a remedy. Now even this chance is gone. It's over. It's over.

Apart from the silence in the private room, there was only the shouting of prices from the lobby downstairs, wave after wave, but it did not improve the atmosphere in the private room at all.

Both Nangong Chen and Jing Ao were looking at the small figure in front of them. The black cloak covered the face, and the slightly drooping eyelids covered the eyes. Specifically, they saw nothing but black.

The entourage finished making tea, served fragrant tea to Nangong Chen and Jing Ao, and then went out to get some refreshments.

The fragrance of tea in a room.

"Serve tea to your lordship." Nan Gongchen motioned to his followers.

But Hanyue Qiongying and Yechen didn't react at all, Qiongying was still watching the auction downstairs, Yechen stood behind her with his head slightly lowered, he could only see her when he lowered his head, she was too small.

Jing Ao saw Nangongchen hit the cold board, and laughed in his heart. The proud son of the stars was ignored by a child, and he didn't know how Nangongchen felt.

Nangong Chen's face was a little stiff, especially when he saw Jing Ao's flat face, and at the same time, he was even more curious about this weird child and strange boy.

The ordinary auction downstairs is over, and some heavyweight auctions will follow, and only the nobles in the private room upstairs can afford to buy them.

Nan Gongchen and Jing Ao also stood by the window. They seemed to be watching the auction downstairs, and they seemed to be secretly eyeing the people next to them. For some reason, they always felt that this child was very weird.

"The next thing is a magical weapon, the Bing Yi Sword. This soft sword is made of black iron that has been buried in the ice and snow for thousands of years. It only weighs five taels. It is as light as a swallow, sharp and flexible."

The seller introduced it eloquently, and the servant slowly opened the silver box, and inside lay a crystal clear soft sword of black and white, surrounded by water mist, which showed how cold the sword was.

"It's a very cold sword, very beautiful, suitable for women."

The people downstairs stretched their necks and looked at it a lot, because they couldn't afford such a sword, and even if they could afford it, they couldn't control it.