The song of the Phoenix against the Phoenix

Chapter 155 High-Profile Auction 07
No matter how late he came, as long as he came, it would be easy. If he didn't come, the people here would probably smash the auction house directly.

"Brother."

As soon as Lan Mingyou stepped into the room, he saw Bei Mingfeng, who had arrived earlier, drinking tea leisurely.

"Well, junior brother, you are here."

Bei Mingfeng heard Lan Mingyou's voice, raised his head unhurriedly, put down his teacup and asked a question.

"Yeah, I didn't expect my senior brother to be interested in participating in this auction? It's really beyond my expectation."

Lan Mingyou took a seat by herself, her slender feet gently overlapping each other.

"Naturally, such a day is rare. Anyone who wants to see should come today."

Bei Mingfeng glanced lightly at the person opposite and said.

"Brother, if you say that, I'm afraid I understand."

Lan Mingyou nodded, looked at the person opposite, and said lightly with her thin lips.

"Junior brother, your propaganda is very good."

Bei Mingfeng continued to praise, he naturally knew who was behind this matter.

"It's not in place, some people like to be high-profile."

Lan Mingyou smiled slightly, picked up the teacup, and gestured to the person opposite.

"Xin'er, who ordered you? This is beyond my expectation."

Bei Mingfeng looked at Bo Tangxin who was diagonally opposite, and recognized her identity at a glance. There was no way, this black robe appeared in his house once.

As long as he has the basic position of this person in his mind, no matter what clothes or appearance she changes, he, Bei Mingfeng, can recognize her immediately.

When all the vitality seals are lifted, her achievements are definitely not limited to this.

"I mentioned it myself, but she will let me do it if I don't mention it."

Lan Mingyou took a look at Bo Tingxin, that girl was very clever.

The man lowered his head slightly, and when Lan Mingyou raised his glass to him, he slowly raised his head, stretched out his fingers to pick up the teacup and returned a salute to Lan Mingyou.

He was dressed in gray long clothes. The gray clothes looked as flowing on his body as his hair. His long hair, like splashed ink, was untied and fluttered slightly behind him with the slight wind. .

His eyebrows are picturesque, his eyes are purple, like a whirlpool that attracts people to explore.

The purple eyes are as deep and blue as the sea. There are a thousand kinds of glazed lights flashing in the eyes, the high nose, and the red lips are gently pursed at this moment. The skin is still on the body, and the skin is as smooth as fat, which is surprisingly good.

On the table next to him was an unsheathed sword. The scabbard was silver-white without any patterns on it, only the hilt was engraved with patterns that looked like a dragon. The patterns were very shallow and careless. You can't see it at all.

All this seems very ordinary, but only those who have experienced this sword will know what this sword is like.

The sword was quiet, very quiet, placed on the table, just like a person like him.

As for him, his dark eyes were filled with calmness, and everything he saw was as calm and ordinary as water, as clear as a god.

The first impression of this person is indifferent and low-key quiet, but when Bo Lixin sits next to him, he always feels that there is a beast in the next room next to him. It seems that everything is calm, but it always makes people feel Dangerous breath.

(End of this chapter)