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Chapter two hundred and eighty third do not send anything

After thinking about it, Feng Qiyue expressed that she was quite confused.

This is a congratulatory gift to the Su family. It is too expensive, and it hurts her heart.

But if you give it too casually, you will inevitably be laughed at when the time comes!

well!

what to do?

"Sister, what's wrong with you? Are you always looking sad?" Just when Feng Qiyue kept sighing, Zhongqing came over and asked.

"I'm thinking of a gift for Sudan Qing, but I can't think of anything." Feng Qiyue said truthfully.

"Is it just for this little thing?" Zhong Qing said speechlessly.

"Isn't this a trivial matter? This is a very important matter, related to face." Feng Qiyue said with an extremely serious expression, and then asked Mo Qianyi curiously, "Ninth Prince, what do you plan to give him?

?”

"I won't give you anything!" Mo Qianyi said confidently, and then added, "If I am willing to go, it is all to give him the face of the Su family, okay? How dare you let me prepare a gift? He is so beautiful!"

Feng Qiyue: ""Well, I didn't ask the right person!

Zhongqing: ""The Fox Emperor is domineering!

But the fact is indeed the case. His Majesty the Fox Emperor is someone who cannot be easily invited. Now that he is willing to show up as a favor, it is just to accompany Feng Qiyue. Otherwise, who cares who you are?

To put it bluntly, the Fox Emperor himself has the greatest dignity and cannot get anything he asks for!

But Feng Qiyue felt that since the Ninth Prince didn't even plan to give gifts, she had to give them, otherwise she would feel guilty, right?

Of course, the guilt-ridden Shenma was just thinking about it casually. What she valued more was participation!

Well, you must get involved.

Feng Qiyue continued to want to go.

Mo Qianyi's face gradually darkened. He really didn't like the idea of ​​little Phoenix working so hard for other men, and he would naturally remember this debt to Sudan Qing.

As for Feng Qiyue, after thinking for a few days, she finally came up with what she wanted to give.

The elixir she refined with her own hands!

As an alchemist, the most important thing she lacks is elixirs. An ordinary bottle of elixirs is not worth much.

But in Feng Qiyue’s opinion, etiquette is of little importance but friendship is of great importance!

This is an elixir refined by a future god-level alchemist. It must be worthy of collection, right?

Unfortunately, the word "hands" touched a painful point in Mo Qianyi's body, making his face look even more ugly.

Feng Qiyue didn't expect this. It wasn't until the day she set out for the central area again that Feng Qiyue saw the Black Turtle Emperor's car parked in front of the Dongfang Family that she noticed something. However, it was already too late.

Zhong Qing and Feng Yan had also deeply experienced the horror of the Black Turtle Emperor's car, and their expressions changed drastically after seeing it.

I'm going!

Why are these guys on duty again?

Don’t you need to guard a certain alchemist guild?

After thinking about it, Zhong Qing quietly pulled Feng Qiyue aside and asked in a low voice, "Sister, why did you make the Ninth Prince angry again? Why did he come up with this thing again?"

"I wish I knew!" Feng Qiyue said innocently.

"Then what should we do now? Take the Black Turtle Emperor's car and go to the central area. I'm afraid that Sudan Qing's succession ceremony is over and we won't be able to get there!" Zhong Qing asked with a look of collapse, twitching the corner of her mouth.

"Uh" Feng Qiyue looked up at the sky, really not knowing what to do.

"Aren't you going to get in the car?" Mo Qianyi's calm urging voice sounded.

"Here we come!" Feng Qiyue shouted excitedly and obediently got into the Black Turtle Emperor's car.
Chapter completed!
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