It was still Andrei's voice, and he was asking very seriously: "Old Master, you haven't answered Xiao Wang yet, where did you come from this portrait? Can you let Xiao Wang see it and help you verify it? Maybe it's
What about fakes…”
No one paid attention to him.
Even Master Chaohui, who had always been irritable, did not answer his words. He looked away slightly. He had a bad temper and was not good at lying. However, obviously, he did not want to tell the portrait, so he moved his head and pretended not to see it.
His age and expression are actually very ridiculous.
However, no one could laugh.
The air is so tense that everything seems to be about to solidify.
cold.
Even Antelie couldn't continue asking.
At this time, it is obviously not appropriate to investigate who is the portrait.
He even curled his smile and looked at the woman opposite him worriedly - poor Fangfei, but her expression remained unchanged. Only the red brocade dress was automatically.
It was swaying, like a plump rose, swaying gently in the wind, and suddenly a caterpillar came, tearing the petals hard.
For some reason, he suddenly felt a strong feeling for her in his heart—
It has nothing to do with men and women, but instinctively, from pity for the weak, just like her back at that time, the brilliance of singing in the temple.
Even the smile she had when she saved her life!
So, I always wanted to rescue her - let her escape such a terrible scene.
Then, his eyes turned to the other two elders - Master Chaohui was the spokesperson - but they did not move or speak, and therefore, they were more like two majestic mountains!
It seemed as if it was going to crush everyone invisibly.
The atmosphere around it seemed like a pool of stagnant water, without any turbulence, and did not harm anyone at all.
It seemed like it was just a friendly conversation between each other.
"His Majesty!"
Everyone's eyes finally reached the real master today.
Luo Jia said lightly: "Dear Masters, what advice do you have?"