The first frivolous Holy Spirit teacher

Chapter 148 What a cold seal (1)

Nangongli's aura oppressed everyone. A few of them with good strength could bear it, but most of them couldn't bear the aura of a spirit envoy.

boom!
Another aura swept over, but this aura pushed back Nangongli's aura.

"My friend, if you want to show off in Lingbao Tower, I, Ling Xiao, can make gestures with you."

Ling Xiao walked up to the auction stage slowly, but the aura of this mysterious envoy forced the owner of Lingbao Tower out.

"King Fan, this is Lingbaolou's site after all, we don't want to be too high-profile." Hualing reminded at the side, Nangongli also understood the situation before him, and it's inconvenient to have a bad relationship with Lingbaolou, and then slowly dissipated the momentum .

"Shengjun Lingxiao, I'm really sorry. I couldn't control my emotions just now, and everyone was offended."

Ling Xiao twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Since your Excellency is willing to give me Ling Baolou face, then I don't want to pursue it too much. As for the auction, let's continue."

Then, he gave Linglong a look and told her to continue the auction, and then walked straight down.

"The people in this private room are not simple." Ling Xiao turned his head and murmured thoughtfully.

They, Ling Baolou, have a certain understanding of the characters in the private room, but the people in this private room are a mystery.

Ling Xiao can be sure that the characters in this private room must have been disguised and forged their identities.

However, he opened the door of Ling Baolou to do business, even if the other party deliberately concealed it, it would not hinder their business.

Nan Gongli sat back, her eyes flickering with a gloomy cold light, this person not only robbed Shadow's clansman, but now also came to rob him of "Spring Blossoms and Moon", he was looking for death.

"Hua Ling, go and find out, what is the origin of the other party?"

"Yes, Brahma."

Hua Ling retreated, and with his intelligence methods, he found out the details of the other party in less than a while.

He walked in with a complicated face, not knowing how to report the news he got to Nangong Li.

"Hua Ling, have you found it?" Nan Gongli glanced at Hua Ling, seeing his complicated face, she couldn't help frowning slightly.

"King Brahma, we found it. It's just that things are a bit complicated!"

"Say, don't whine." Nan Gongli said displeased.

"The person in the luxurious private room is... Huyan Ruoxue."

With a buzzing sound, Nangongli was stunned. She didn't expect that after being with the other party for so long, it turned out to be Huyan Ruoxue in the end.

If he had entered the private room later, he might have seen Huyan Ruoxue receiving courtesy from Ling Xiao and entering the luxurious private room, so such a incident would not have happened.

"Hahaha." Nangongli laughed inexplicably, and then said dejectedly: "Forget it, let her torment."

"But, "Spring Blossoms and Moon"..."

Hua Ling frowned. He knew that "Spring Blossoms and Moon" was Fan Wang's favorite novel, so he specially came to Lingbao Tower in disguise this time, and he came here for this novel.

Nangongli smiled slightly, her eyes became blurred, "She is my concubine, how can I compete with her?"

"Besides, the "Spring Blossoms and the Moon" is more important than hers. My king is very clear now."

Nangongli remembered the scene of Huyan Ruoxue being injured by himself again, and his heart was slightly sour. He sighed faintly, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and stopped bidding.

At this time, Huyan Ruoxue had been waiting for Nangongli to bid, but after seeing Hua Ling go out, this Nangongli calmed down.

"What is this Nangong Li doing?"

"Hmph, maybe...he already knows your identity?" Ji Mie curled his lips and said lightly.

"Is it possible?" Huyan Ruoxue rolled her eyes, her disguise should be flawless, even Huyan Qiangwei couldn't recognize herself, let alone Nangongli?
However, she overlooked an important point, Nangongli was very familiar with her breath, it was a kind of deep-rooted familiarity.

(End of this chapter)