Chapter 60: Auction 2

It’s like this little fox in front of the eyes, although it makes the night ink itch, it wants to peel it off and smash it into the abdomen, but Night Moyu secretly swears, must personally conquer this sly little fox!
Of course, there is a night in the cold, and the night ink will not come.
After all, in this world, the man who can subdue him is only the man in front of him...
Looking at the night ink, I obviously hate the teeth, but I don’t dare to attack the magic sound. Su wine is very funny.
For the teenager in front of her, she still knows a little more or less.
This night Moyu, although it is not a business, Hu Zuofei, Zhang Zhangwei, anecdotes, and so on, is not clear, but he is only admirable for the night.
Therefore, even if they both fight you to die, but as long as the night is cold, the night ink will be awkward, gentle as a little sheep.
It’s really a thing!
On the occasion of the sigh of Su wine, the night of the ink and the wine of the Su wine, the night of the cold is not not seen.
The narrow black scorpion, just a glance, it will be there.
Immediately, I couldn’t help but stretch out the slender fingers, and then gently clicked on the little fox’s furry little head melon seeds, then slowly turned around, red lips slightly open, and asked at the night of the night behind me. Road.
"Nineteen, what is the king looking for today??"
The night is cold and the mouth is low and hoarse, but it is not majestic.
After hearing the words of the night, the face of the night ink was first smashed, and then the irritating eyes that fell on the soda wine were taken back.
Thinking of the purpose of coming here today, the night of the ink and the red lips, I immediately smiled.
"Four brothers, you know, what day is tomorrow!?"
Speaking of this, the night Moyu was excited and excited, and he did not wait for the night to answer, then he laughed.
"Tomorrow is the annual auction of the capital! At that time, there will be a lot of rare treasures on the auction! And it must be very lively! Four brothers, let's go together tomorrow. !?good or not!?"
Night Moyu opened, the more excited, the more excited.
That bright smile, how can the little devil look! ? It’s just a child who loves to watch the bustle!
However, compared to the face of a fascinating night ink, after the night of the night, I heard the words of the night ink, the charm of the handsome face, still look faint, as if nothing at all.
First, the little fox in the arms was slowly placed on the desk, and then a hem, sitting in front of the desk, picking up the brush in one hand, and began to review the chapter.
Seeing the night of the cold face, the look of a faint look, night ink Yu Xin knows the personality of the night cold.
In fact, before he came here, he also learned that it would be so, but he still did not give up asking.
He also knows that his fourth brother has a temper.
Usually, in the banquet in the palace, if he is not in the face of the emperor, his fourth brother is too lazy to cope, let alone the auction, this kind of thing, his fourth brother is not on the heart.
Thinking of this, the original face of the night of Momo, who was so excited, could not help but feel a little lost.
The red lips were slightly beeps, looking at the cold eyes of the night, some lost, some pleading, some pitiful.
"Four brother, are you really not interested?? However, you don't have to look at the auction every year. In fact, if you go there once, you know that the auction is actually very interesting. Four brothers, this time you Come with me to see..."
Night Moyu opened his mouth and looked at the cold night's gaze, which was even more pitiful. In the tone, there is a bit of pleading for the taste of spoiling.
However, in the face of the night Moyu pleading for poor eyes, the night smog was only slightly lifted and lifted the black scorpion, and glanced at him gently, and immediately regained his gaze.
Almost no head back, the move on the hand is stopped, the red lips are slightly open, and faint.
"Nineteen, you know, this king has no interest in those things. Besides, the king has a daily basis, and there is still some kind of leisure to go to any auction!"
The night is cold and the mouth is faint.
It is said that the night of the red lips is not flat, and the face is lost and wronged.
Although, such a result, he had long thought of it, but he would try it every year.
This year is no exception!
"Four brothers, you will accompany me. You are buried in the court affairs every day. Are you not working hard?? Just tomorrow, the auction will be a holiday for yourself. Isn't it good?"
Night Moyu opened, still do not give up the lobbying of the night cold.
For the persistence of the night ink, the night ink is just a sigh of breath.
I know his younger brother, and it’s not bad to grind people!
Ever since, the night ink has quietly put down the brush, and then gently put the little fox sitting on the desk into his arms.
Then stretch out the slender hand and gently follow the hair of the little fox in the arms.
The narrow black scorpion, still quietly standing in front of himself, is screaming at his face and looking at his night Moyu.
Although the night ink did not speak, only when the night Moyu came into contact with the night of the cold, and fell on his own body, the heart was shocked, and then he secretly shouted a bad voice.
Because, every time his four brothers looked at him with such deep and burning eyes, he had to suffer again, and sure enough -
"Nineteen, you are not too young, this year is also seventeen, is an adult, and can not finally be idle, not doing business is not it?? You are the 19th lord of our Xuanyuan Empire, should not be misbehaving every day, Do something well, if you are really flustered recently, it is better for the fourth brother to give you something to do!?"
"Ah!? Haha, no, no, in fact, I have not been very busy recently, haha..."
As soon as I heard the words of the night, the night ink only felt that the scalp was numb and frightened.
Be aware that his own ability is clear to himself.
I usually fight with a few rich children in the middle of the DPRK, listen to the little songs, and see how the beasts are okay.
If he is to deal with the court like his fourth brother, he is better off dead.
Today, he is also a self-investment.
Thinking of this, the night ink is going to smear the bottom of the foot and escape.
He didn't want to persuade his fourth brother to watch the auction, but he let himself plant it.
In the night of the ink, the scalp is numb, the scalp is numb, and when I am planning to slip away, the wine in the night is cold, and I can't help but stretch out the furry paws and gently pull the sleeves of the night.
"Yep!?"
Feeling the movement in the middle of the night, the cold eyes of the night are low, and quietly look at the little fox in the arms.