"Dear guest, do you have anything else to do?" asked the chief officer gently.

"No, no." Yun Qingyan shook his head repeatedly, his heart began to bleeding for his empty wallet.

However, in order to resurrect Chihuang, she was willing to pay for her whole fortune.

After collecting the blood ginseng essence and Long Kui Water, Yun Qingyan didn't even look at Ai Feng and the others, and went back to the hotel directly.

It's just a clown who jumps, it's not worth her trouble.

Ai Feng and others who were directly ignored were so depressed that they wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood. Is there anything more disgusting than the guy you regard as your opponent but doesn't take you seriously?

"You guys, do you have any needs?" The chief officer looked at Ai Feng and the others gently.

They looked at each other for a few years, and saw the price tags under the surrounding elixirs, and shook their heads awkwardly and left the eighth floor.

They can’t afford to consume the eighth floor, and you can still take a look at the elixirs on the sixth floor and the seventh floor.

On the ninth floor where Baicaotang is not open to the public

The man in blue holding a white chess beat his hand.

He was dressed in blue clothes and cloud patterns, and he had a kind of mastery indifferent to the world, but his elegance was beyond the world. A black hair flowed down like a waterfall. He used an extremely simple white jade with mutton fat on the back of his head, and his whole body was filled with freehand style.

If Yun Qingyan is here, he will definitely recognize that he is the man in green who was extorted by her in Baicaotang.

"Why don't you make a move?" A lazy and low voice sounded opposite him, as clear as a spring to hit the stone, and with a natural elegance.

The silver-like head fell on the soft white fox fur, a pair of holy and clear platinum-colored eyes, and a delicate face as exquisite as a Western relief without losing its nobleness. Who is this the Holy Son of the Palace?

However, this holy son in private does not have the holy and gentle temperament of the day, and is not contaminated with dust. He is not so much a son of God who compassionate and cares for the world, but rather a noble and elegant young man with a natural and elegant temperament, and a bit of a fox-like cunning temperament.

"Sense a familiar atmosphere." The white scent in Donglouzhu's hand fell, with a smile on her face, "The token that she accidentally threw down a few years ago has returned.

But it was two years later than I thought.”

A face that was as ugly as a ghost but very cunning and agile as a face flashed through my mind, and Donglou Zhu's red lips curled slightly.

He thought she should have arrived long ago, and it was not too late for two years to come here.

Did his vision fail this time?

"Can you be interested?" Gong Moxi raised some interest, "What kind of person is that?"

Donglou Zhu took a sip of tea briefly, raised her eyes and looked at the Holy Son in front of her. Thinking of the day when the girl was wearing every word, the curve of the corner of her mouth deepened, "She? Just like someone, she is a fox."

Those pair of clear and charming eyes that looked like ink paintings looked at Gong Moxi, "But someone is a white fox, looking white, but his heart is black.

She was at least black and honest. "He would be so straightforward to blackmail him!

When Gong Moxi heard this, the black spot in his hand fell, but his face remained silent, "Black-hearted white fox? I want to know each other."

Donglou Zhujun's face twitched slightly. He was sure that this person was definitely not unaware of it, but deliberately pretended not to understand it.
Chapter completed!