Chapter nine hundred and forty first telling stories
As soon as they heard this, everyone understood. Li Qingtian frowned, and a trace of dissatisfaction flashed across his face.
"What's going on? The slave wants to make a decision for the master?"
"I don't dare!" The middle-aged man trembled in his heart, bowed his head and took a few steps back.
"Don't think that I don't know what you are paying attention to. This is the last time, so you can take care of yourself!" Li Qingtian didn't even look at him and walked straight forward.
When he walked out for more than ten meters, he turned around and asked Sun Xu and others to follow him. The smile on his face had returned.
Sun Xu's heart moved. It seemed that the young master who brought him here really wanted to confess something to him. This must be the legendary fate!
Mo Han hesitated a little, and made it clear that there was a contradiction here. If he got involved rashly, he might die without a burial place.
Her long-term survival experience is that she should not easily get involved in things that are uncertain, or stay away from right and wrong. Facts have proved that this is correct.
It's a pity that she can't make the decision now. Before she could say anything, Sun Xu had already followed him with a smile to see what these people were up to.
In the middle-aged man's unkind eyes, Sun Xu and others followed Li Qingtian and walked forward.
When she caught up with Li Qingtian, Xiaoxiao suddenly turned her head towards the middle-aged man, stuck out her tongue and made a face.
The middle-aged man's face, which was not good-looking to begin with, became increasingly ugly and turned livid.
The lobby was not small, and Li Qingtian didn't have any rules. Everyone sat down casually. There were many things hanging in it, all from important people.
The calligraphy of the Emperor, the paintings of the Emperor, the sculptures of the Emperor, etc.
It contains the true meaning of the creator, which is of great benefit to monks who can understand it. If you take out any one piece, it will be worth hundreds of millions of spiritual yuan.
No wonder Li Qingtian doesn't care about tens of millions of spirit yuan.
"Be careful with these things. It may destroy you accidentally. Of course, it may also be beneficial. Just take it easy!"
Li Qingtian gave a kind reminder, and everyone was naturally interested. King Zhenyi didn't dare to look around, after all, he could really understand something.
Like Xiaoxiao, Xiaorong, and Mo Han who reluctantly followed in, it was useless to look at them, and they couldn't understand the true meaning at all.
No, Xiaoxiao stared at a female sculpture for a long time, her eyes were sore from looking at it, but it still had no effect, so she turned around and rubbed her eyes.
"Uncle, you are lying, it is of no use at all!"
Li Qingtian smiled bitterly and raised his tea cup towards Sun Xu. He had no idea how to explain this to a little girl. Fortunately, he didn't care.
In the room on the other side, a middle-aged man sat on a chair with a pale face, flanked by more than a dozen guards from the manor.
He has lived here for hundreds of years and regards this place as his own property. In his opinion, even Li Qingtian is just living here temporarily and can bring people in at will without his consent.
"Check it out, who are these people?"
"Master Yang, there are people coming and going in Shenhuang City, it's not easy to investigate!" the guard under his command retorted with some embarrassment.
"Let's see what they did today. If it doesn't work, arrest that kid to avoid harming our Li family!" When the middle-aged man spoke to the Li family, his voice couldn't help but speed up, making it difficult for people to hear the word "Li".
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Of course, this was okay. The guards left quickly, leaving Yang Hu sitting alone in the study.
After thinking about it, he took out a piece of golden paper with wing-like runes on the back, and could faintly see the appearance of a map.
He took out a pen and pondered for a moment, with a sneer on his face.
No matter who you are here, if you don't listen to yourself, then just wait to be punished. This manor of yours can only be yours, and no one can take it away from you.
When he thought of this, Yang Hu's eyes began to look crazy, and a hint of deep red could be seen faintly, hidden under the black eyeballs, as if he was possessed.
He picked up his pen and began to write a line of words: "Your Excellency, your servant Yang Hu is here to greet you!"
Then he started to blame Li Qingtian for being addicted to women and neglecting his training. He made trouble with his friends all day long and was busy giving him a hard time. He worked hard and asked the master for advice.
After thousands of words, the image of a loyal and exhausted old servant who wanted to share his master's worries appeared on the page.
It can be seen from the content that this is definitely not the first time for this guy. He uses various words very skillfully, making Li Qingtian a shame to the Li family.
Yang Hu's strength is not weak, and the housekeepers in the Shenhou Realm can also see that the Li family is indeed a big family. After all, they are just looking at the house. Is there any big benefit?
Even the slave trading shop was opened in advance hundreds of years ago before Li Qingtian was ready to come over.
A large number of precious treasures were brought here by Li Qingtian himself, otherwise the Li family would have put so many treasures in such a place.
His consciousness was much worse. Sun Xu had been staring at Yang Hu. This guy had no consciousness at all. He finished writing in one breath and nodded with satisfaction. Presumably after this letter passed, the Li family would trust him more and more.
Why should a playboy occupy such a place? Isn't it worthy of such a small reward from the Li family after he has worked hard here for hundreds of years?
If they don't give it to them, then they should take the initiative to get it. When the time comes, the Li family will have no chance to regret it.
It's a pity that this guy is obviously crazy. If the Li family finds out what he has done, they can just come over and kill him with a master. They will never talk to him.
The proud smile on his face faded, and he quickly executed a series of moves. The runes on the golden paper began to roll, and soon turned into a golden light and disappeared into the room.
After doing all this, Yang Hu obviously felt a little tired. He turned his head and observed with his consciousness. Li Qingtian and others who were chatting snorted coldly, with some contempt on their faces.
This fool is afraid that he will be played to death by himself and still be kept in the dark.
He immediately returned to his room with peace of mind and went to sleep with a maid in his arms. Although he was a little tired mentally, there should be no problem if he enjoyed a massage or something.
Xiaoxiao and Xiaorong were listening to General Mo Han's story, and the little fox girl who was with them also listened very carefully. They wanted to get familiar with the preferences of the master's family.
Li Qingtian and Sun Xu were sitting on the other side, drinking tea and continuing to talk about some things about Shenhuang City. By the way, they introduced Sun Xu to some shops that were cost-effective or worth selling.
At this moment, a smile suddenly appeared on Sun Xu's face, and he made a move, followed by lines of golden text falling from the sky. (To be continued)