The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1255 Qin Xiaozong's Pursuit of Gifts 3
Young Master Yan raised his eyebrows casually.

A three-point surprise appeared between the brows and eyes, and the thin red lips curled up in a smile that was not a smile, "Yo, someone actually sent me something?"

The butler leaned forward respectfully and nodded, "Yes, the Patriarch."

Young Master Yan's plain and slender fingers brushed his chin lightly: Well, so many years.

She never seemed to accept anything sent by others.

A feeling of novelty welled up in my heart.

"I'll go take a look."

With that said, he moved his long legs and walked towards the living room.

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

The material of the box looked very strange.

The silver-black color is gloomy and stable, but there are also some decorations that look like starlight.

Young Master Yan knelt down and looked left and right, but he couldn't see where the switch was located.

Because the box is one piece.

no gaps
She picked up the box with one hand, put it to her ear and shook it gently.

"Clap."

"Clap."

The sound of things shaking and colliding came from the box.

Yan Tao's cherry-red thin lips were pursed, and her pitch-black peach-blossom eyes shone brightly, as if they were filled with starlight.

It seems that this thing is somewhat interesting.

Is it to let him unlock it?

Obviously testing his IQ.

Young Master Yan frowned unhappily, and nestled in a small corner, holding the big metal box and shaking around.

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

People who passed by the living room were attracted to find jobs one after another - to watch.

One by one, the one who took the rag took the rag, the one who wiped the kettle wiped the kettle, and the one who swept the floor.

But his eyes sneakily all drifted towards the Marshal.

Eyes glowing, heart excited.

——Oh, the marshal is so cute.

——Oh, how can it be so cute.

——Cute and handsome, do you want to make me beautiful? !

All I saw was the boy in white sitting on the ground, with the metal box placed between his cross-legged legs.

The soft black hair hangs down, almost covering the boy's side face, but he can still feel his seriousness.

The people who eat melons are whispering.

——What is that?

——I heard that 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 Mr. Yun Kuo).

——Nonsense, our marshal has everything, do we still need others to give it to us? !
The melon eaters scratched their chins.

——But this box—you say, can the marshal open it?
——It seems to be welded together, there is not even a switch, how can it be opened.

The young girl snorted coldly: "Who is our marshal, there is nothing that can trouble him!"
5 minutes passed.

10 minutes passed.

15 minutes passed.

The young maid looked at the handsome boy who was full of rage, and silently retracted what she just said.

People are watching.

Suddenly, Young Master Yan jumped up angrily.

I saw Patriarch Yan's handsome face like a demon, full of blackness, and there seemed to be endless anger in his peach blossom eyes.

Of course, it's not just anger.

And depressed.

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

With a slight movement of the plain white and slender index finger, the square box twirled on the tip of the white finger.

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

"Crack"!
The entire metal box bears tremendous pressure in an instant.

next second.

On one side of the box, a circular hole was exposed.

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

Enough to see what's inside.

(End of this chapter)