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"Senior brother."
As soon as Lan Mingyou stepped into the room, he saw Bei Mingfeng, who had arrived long ago, drinking tea leisurely.
"Well, junior brother, you are here."
When Bei Mingfeng heard Lan Mingyou's voice, he raised his head slowly, put down his tea cup and asked.[
"Yeah, I didn't expect that senior brother would also be interested in participating in this auction? It's really beyond my expectation."
Lan Mingyou sat down in a seat by himself, his slender feet lightly folded together.
"Of course, this kind of day comes only once in a lifetime. Everyone you want to see should come today."
Bei Mingfeng glanced at the person opposite and said.
"Senior brother, if you say this, I'm afraid I understand it."
Lan Mingyou nodded, looked at the person opposite, and said with a slight hook on his thin lips.
"Junior brother, your propaganda is very good."
Bei Mingfeng continued to praise him. He naturally knew who was behind this incident.
"It won't work if it's not in place. Some people like to be high-profile."
Lan Mingyou smiled slightly, picked up the teacup, raised it, and gestured to the person opposite.
"Xin'er, who instigated you? This is beyond my expectation."
Bei Mingfeng looked at Bo Cixin diagonally across from her and saw her identity at a glance. He couldn't help it, this black robe had appeared once in his house.
As long as he has the basic positioning of this person in his mind, no matter what clothes she changes or what she looks like, he, Bei Mingfeng, will be able to recognize her immediately.
Once all the energy seals are lifted, her achievements will definitely not end with this.
"I mentioned it myself, but she would have asked me to do it if I hadn't mentioned it."
Lan Mingyou glanced at Bo Cixin, that girl was very clever.
The man lowered his head slightly, and when Lan Mingyou toasted to him, he slowly raised his head, stretched out his fingers to pick up the teacup, and greeted Lan Mingyou in return.
He is wearing a gray long coat. The gray clothes on his body look as elegant as his hair. His long hair like splashing ink, untied or tied, hangs slightly behind him with the slight wind.
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His eyebrows are picturesque and his eyes are purple, like a whirlpool that attracts people to explore.[
Purple eyes, as deep and blue as the sea, flashing with a thousand kinds of glazed light, tall nose, lips painted with red lips, but they were lightly pursed at this time, no matter on the face
The skin is still on the body, and the skin is as smooth as gelatin and is surprisingly good.
There is an unsheathed sword on the table next to him. The scabbard is silver-white with no patterns on it. Only the hilt is engraved with a pattern that looks like a dragon. The pattern is very shallow and not careful.
You can't tell it at all.
All this seems very ordinary, but only those who have experienced this sword know what this sword is like.
The sword was quiet, very quiet, resting on the table, just like a person like him.
As for him, his dark eyes were full of calm, and he looked at everything as calm and plain as water, as clear as a god.
The first impression this person gives people is that of indifference and low-key quietness, but sitting next to him, Bo Cixin always feels like there is a beast next to him in the next room. Everything seems calm, but it always makes him feel