Miss Crazy Seven

Chapter 787 The Boss of the Earth Spirit Clan ([-])

Su Changle suddenly remembered a certain movie about ancient Egypt that she had seen, the scene here was somewhat similar to the palace there.

The people of the Diling tribe don't like to pay attention to food, clothing and beauty, so most people will think that this is a very poor race when they come here to play, but when you enter this palace, you will feel...they are not poor at all, they are rich It's oily.

This is even more magnificent than Rong Beilan's Prince's Mansion.

Rong Beilan squeezed her little hand, "Le'er, I never like to expose my money."

Su Changlemo, what is this guy called showing off his wealth if he doesn't call it, showing off his wealth in a low-key manner?Also, does he really know how to read minds? How come he can guess what she thinks every time.

"Well, it's not that I can read minds, it's just that Leer's thoughts are written all over her face."

"..." Her expression was so rich.

The two followed a sturdy woman dressed as a court lady all the way to the reception hall. The other two competitors had already arrived. Seeing the two, their eyes were full of hostility.

"Is this Mr. Zixu from Benyue Tower?" One of the pudgy middle-aged men smiled hypocritically and bowed to Rong Beilan.

Nodding lightly, his tone was distant and polite, "Hello, both of you."

The other middle-aged man was as skinny as a stick, and he was very uncomfortable with his wicked eyebrows. Seeing this, he snorted coldly and said in a disdainful tone, "Sure enough, he is from a small country. I don't know how he got into the top three."

Su Changle raised her eyebrows and sneered, "Our Benyue Building's headquarters is in the Benyue Theater in Chaoyun City. May I ask if this boss has a business in Chaoyun City and can attract tens of thousands of different customers in a month? Does he have the support of Prince Rong behind him?"

The middle-aged man's face froze, and he suddenly became a little terrified. He quickly lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything. He had heard that Benyue Tower was owned by Benyue Theater, but he didn't expect that there was such a relationship as Prince Rong.

The fat round man rolled his eyes and smiled all over his face, "It is said that the hot pot in Benyuelou is a masterpiece. It is a great honor to experience it today, but I don't know who this is..."

The woman in front of me is dressed in plain clothes, and her appearance can only be considered delicate. If she is the servant girl of this young master Zixu, but she is sitting side by side with young master Zixu, then...

Rong Beilan raised his eyelids, "My lady."

"Oh, so it's Mr. Zixu's wife, sorry for your disrespect."

"You're welcome." Su Changle nodded. Since she wanted to compete, it was natural that the stronger her background, the better. She gave Rong Beilan a wink and signaled him to leave everything to herself.

On the other side, Li Ren, who was waiting behind the two, admired Su Changle more and more. He was domineering and smart, not bad.

"Your Majesty is here." A rough and loud voice sounded suddenly, the two people on the opposite side were sitting with their lapels upright, and Su Changle also changed into a slightly more elegant posture, looking forward to the Great King of the Earth Spirit Race.

Speaking of which, they are obviously still at war with the elves, but the elves here are lucky, and they are still in the mood to hold a wedding for their princess.

It seems that the very powerful military advisor in the legend has given the Earth Spirit Clan a lot of confidence!
Beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, the marble floor outside the door looked a little dazzling with the surrounding walls inlaid with various stones, an unusually burly middle-aged man who was no more than 1.7 meters tall strode forward surrounded by a group of servants.

He wears a crown on his head, and the clothes on his body are somewhat detailed with ancient European clothes. They are made of a piece of cloth, and a belt made of gold thread is loosely tied around his waist.

This should be Tugui, the king of the Earth Spirit Race.

　Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a monthly pass, ask for a monthly pass! ! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)