Chapter 134: The fundraising that makes the rivers and lakes vomit blood 45
Although it was a shocking effect, the effect she wanted was achieved anyway, so why bother with it? Ouch...
Qingshan walked up wearing shabby and patched clothes, holding a dirty bowl in his hand. Everyone was curious about what was in it. But he just stood there quietly without saying a word.
"Heh, what do you think is in that bowl? Why did that person stop saying a word when he brought it to me? Isn't he trying to scare me to death from the southwest? This... this... Brother Tongwu, what are you talking about?
A beauty as beautiful as a flower can't stay at home and take care of her good husband and have children, so why bother here?" He complained softly and unhappily in his ear, if it weren't for the god-like Feng who was watching behind the scenes.
Yan Du stood up for this woman. According to his character, he would have thrown away his sleeves and left long ago, and he still stayed here to watch the auction of this damn thing.
Tongwu looked at it quietly and thoughtfully, touching his chin with one hand, guessing what was in the beggar's bowl.
"Hey, Brother Tongwu, please say something!" The boss saw that he didn't respond for a long time and was as anxious as an ant in his nest. He wished he could just walk around a few times and find a few people to fight with.
He had bright eyes like stars and a slight smile on his lips. "Calm down, everything will work out in the end. Once it comes, take care of it."
"Don't spend a long time dragging out useless articles for me. Second brother, let's go wandering somewhere else." After he said that, he angrily waved away the people around him. Second brother followed behind without saying a word, and second brother followed.
The big brother is completely two types of people. If no one knows, he is the shadow of the big brother, but his martial arts is much better than the big brother.
Tongwu just let them go away. He had gotten used to the personality of the northwest guy.
Nangong Jin glanced at Feng Yan. "Do you know what that is?"
"I don't know." This was Lin Youyou's decision. She didn't even want the treasures. The little girl talked about organizing some kind of special auction, and all the treasures that were supposed to be auctioned this year were cancelled.
Even Feng Yan didn’t know what he was? Nangong Jin was surprised, when had Feng Yan ever believed in someone so much?
Huo Rong'er nestled in the arms of her dear husband, her bright eyes looking softly at the ordinary object in the beggar's hand, wondering what was inside?
She fiddled with her husband's sleeves with her hands in confusion, and ravaged the clothes on her husband's chest before she was satisfied. Her delicate eyebrows wrinkled slightly, and her red lips pursed slightly. "Husband..." The deliberately protracted and angry voice made Jing Binbai Bai.
His whole body was numb, and his heart immediately felt warm. He originally planned to watch a good show, but now it looks like his wife will definitely not give up. Before he could ask, he consciously helped her guess. "Rong."
My son! My husband thinks that is the bowl used by the Ming Emperor." (In that imaginary era, the Ming Emperor was just a beggar, who managed the country and the world with a broken bowl, a pair of shoes, and a sword.
"oh."
"Why, Rong'er isn't happy yet?" Why is this woman so difficult to serve? Jing Binbai has a headache. Whenever he sees his wife frowning, his heart will ache. Whenever he sees his wife kissing, his heart will ache.
Whenever his wife was unhappy, he would feel uncontrollable and feel even worse than her. He was the most cowardly of women among the emperors, but he was willing to be cowardly.