The Demon King's Pampered Wife: The Alluring Little Poisonous Concubine

Chapter 135 Xiao Han's Fangirl

Moyuelou will hold auctions every once in a while, which is basically known in Lancheng, but this auction is bigger than ever before.

There was a long line of people who came early, and only a small number of ordinary people successfully entered the Moyue Tower to participate in the auction, because most of the seats had already been reserved by rich people, and the rest Although they were disappointed, few people left.

The auction this time was mainly focused on pills, and many big families also came here for no reason, and some alchemists came to find out.

In a private room, a stern man in dark uniform stared blankly at the several familiar figures who entered the hall one after another, and curled his lips disdainfully.This person was entrusted by Emperor Yuwen Tuotian to come here to invite the mysterious alchemist.

At the last moment when the auction officially started, the curtain of the box was drawn, and two figures walked in one after another. When Xiao Han's face that rarely changed his expression saw the person coming, he was slightly startled at first, and then he seemed to understand. Usually, nodding clearly and looking at that person's eyes is also a lot more interesting.

These two people are Mo Wushuang and Beigong Chenyao in disguise.

Silently sized up the other party, Wushuang followed Bei Gong Chenyao and sat across from her. She was actually quite curious about the other party's identity.

"What do you want to do this time?" Seeing the two of them sitting down, Xiao Han spoke out first. Although his expression was not very good-looking, it also lacked the icy coldness that he had previously rejected.

"It seems that our Xiao Zhanshen is very busy?" Not only was Bei Gong Chenyao not angry at the other party's straightforward way of speaking, he even teased him with a good temper.

Mo Wushuang, who was sitting on the side, looked at the two people a little more unexpectedly, and when he was about to look away, suddenly something seemed to come out of his head.

"What's the matter?" Beigong Chenyao turned his head to look at the frowning person beside him, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly moved closer to have a look.

"Hehe~" Although he knew that these two people had been disguised, seeing the two big men like this, Xiao Han couldn't hold back his laughter.

Hearing the laughter, Beigong Chenyao turned his head and gave Wushuang a hard look, then turned his worried eyes on Wushuang.

"Xiao Zhanshen... Xiao... Zhanshen... Are you Xiao Han?" As a person from Donglan Country, Wushuang naturally heard Xiao Han's name before, and his tone was slightly excited at this moment.

"It's right here." First, he glanced at the man whose eyes were changing, and then Xiao Han slightly raised his lips, showing an expression that was absolutely rare on his face.

Xiao Han became famous about five or six years ago. At that time, Wushuang was still studying medicine in the magic academy in their town. Xiao Han can be said to be her idol. He was already known as the God of War when he was less than 15 years old. She is definitely a role model worth learning, and she is somewhat curious about this young man who has not masked his face.

Seeing the happy eyes of these two people, Beigong Chenyao's face darkened instantly.

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"Oh! What are you doing... you startled me." He gave the inexplicable man a strange look, and Wushuang patted his chest in a dignified manner.

"Drink tea." Beigong Chenyao said nothing but a slightly lower voice, and quickly poured another cup.

"Your Excellency, God of War, please." He raised his eyes and looked at the man opposite him, who was clearly looking at him with malicious intentions. With a slight push of his palm, the cup slowly moved towards Xiao Han from the air.

Seeing the sudden curvature of the man's mouth, Xiao Han realized something was wrong, and quickly grabbed the quilt, but it was a step too late. Looking at the water stains on his thighs, he fisted hard, and the high-quality teacup in his hand had already melted. Made a powder.

(End of this chapter)