Bei Chen's guy, I don't know what to let her come here?
Could it be that what is the treasure to be auctioned in Ziwei auction house tonight?!
With a little doubt, Zitong stepped out of the carriage and walked into the door of the auction house with the purple man.
There is still a while before the auction of the evening. There are no guests in the hall. Only the maids and waiters in the uniform in the line are standing respectfully on both sides of the entrance.
"Welcome to Ziwei Auction Fair!"
Seeing Zitong, several people welcomed them in unison.
Standing not far away, a middle -aged man who seemed to be a gray robe seemed to see her when he saw her, and immediately smiled respectfully.
"You are the girl Zitong?!"
"Do you recognize me?" Zitong Wei was surprised.
"Below is the management of the Ziwei Auction house, Lanting, waiting for you here." The middle -aged man gently waved his palm to a maid, "Take the son to the lounge to rest."
Immediately, a beautiful maid came forward and stopped in front of the purple apprentice. "Son, please come with me!"
Zi Tu was worried about Zitong and turned his eyes to her.
"Stay here and wait for me!"
Turning his face to comfort him, Zitong stepped through Lanting through Lanting through the hall.
In front of a curtain hanging with thick black velvet, the two maids standing on the side of the curtain immediately provoked the velvet curtain.
After the velvet curtain, it was a French formation made of stones and purple jade.
"Girl Zitong, please send the French Array!"
Lanting politely stretched his arms to invite. Zitong looked at the law array on the ground and stepped into the French Array.
There is not much worry in her heart. Since Beichen wants her to come, it will definitely not be a dangerous place.
Lan Ting waved gently, a touch of gray finger flashed between his fingers, and the glory was bright on the French array, and the three disappeared together.
The image in front of the eyes is changing. In front of a promenade, the three people have a gorgeous carpet on the promenade and the end of the carpet. It is a tight tall mysterious room door. Stepping on a soft carpet, Lanting goes all the way to the door.
"Young master, your guest is here."
Lanting's voice fell, and the door of the mysterious door was slowly pulled away from the inside.
Lan Ting raised her left arm respectfully, "Girl of Zitong, please!"
Inside the door, there is a wide Chinese hall.
Whether it is the carpet on the ground or the curtains hanging on the window, and even the small cushion on the seat, it is luxurious and delicate.
Not far away, several maids stood up. On the black jade steps, a person was sitting on the high seat.
Xuanyi Xuanfa, beautiful gods, Emperor Weiru, is Beichen.
Seeing him, Zitong was not too surprised. From the performance of Lanting just now, she has guessed that the approximate relationship between Beichen and this Ziwei Shooting Branch.
She had been guessing before that the owner of the Ziwei Shooting Branch was the most, but he didn't expect it, but it was him.
Zitong stepped in, Beichen's eyes had already cast, falling on her, the expression on her face did not change much, but the eyes of the eyes were much softer.
"Come here."
Zitong glanced at Beichen on the steps, walked lazily, and stopped in front of him.
"Stand up."
Bei Chen puzzled his intention, and immediately got up away from the chair.
Zitong immediately twisted and sat on his chair politely.
"Who asked you to sit?"
Looking at the purple pupil sitting on his own chair, Beichen looked slightly cold.
Zitong returned to her eyes, "Didn't you let me sit?!"