Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

Kong Jiaojiao looked at her younger brother with soft eyes, her face filled with attachment and affection for her sweetheart.

She said firmly: "I have watched Qin Baichen for nearly twenty years, but I don't know how ruthless and ruthless he is.

When he looked at the daughter who was supporting the family, his eyes were emotionless, as cold and cold as ever, and there was nothing but connivance towards the younger generation. "

When a man looks at the one he loves, the light in his eyes is gentle and doting, and there is an affection in his eyes that he cannot resist or hide.

Kong Jiaojiao didn't detect any feelings for Qin Baichen's daughter from Qin Baichen's eyes.

Those eyes were sober and rational, gentle but not affectionate, and still cold.

Not only him, but also his supporting daughters did not have any emotional entanglement with him.

They were like two irrelevant people thrust together.

It was this realization that made Kong Jiaojiao feel a lot better psychologically.

When Kong Mingrui heard the answer he wanted, his pale and bloodless face showed obvious covetousness.

He licked his lips and said with salivation: "This is easy to handle, that loser is so beautiful, and he looks very conquering.

I have played with so many people, but I have never tried this one before, and I don’t know how delicious it will be when you actually eat it! "

The more he spoke, the more obscene the expression on his face became, with a hint of lewdness.

Kong Jiaojiao lowered her eyes slightly, and soon discovered that her brother's body was strange, and her face suddenly turned cold.

She scolded in a deep voice: "Even if Qin Baichen doesn't like it, no one is allowed to touch what belongs to him. Be careful that you will be ruined by him!"

Even if Qin Baichen doesn't like to support his children, they are already a couple in name.

The Qin family's protectiveness and Qin Baichen's inner strength would never allow those under his wing to be bullied.

Recalling Qin Baichen's crazy criticism and brutal methods when he was young, the blood in Kong Jiaojiao's bones ran cold.

Kong Mingrui didn't take it seriously at all, but he said obediently: "I will definitely wait for that useless person to be kicked out of the Qin family before I take action."

It's just that this fire that just burst out from the bottom of my heart needs to find someone to vent it out to.

Otherwise, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control it, so he would deal with the little goblin tonight.

Kong Jiaojiao stared at her brother with sharp eyes, making him feel guilty and evasive.

She warned worriedly: "It's best this way. Relations between the major families have been tense in the past two or three months, so don't cause trouble to the family."

Kong Mingrui's face was full of impatience, and he said in an irritable tone: "I know, I know."

He rubbed his faintly hot abdomen and stood up in a strange posture, which made it obvious at a glance that he was suddenly aroused.

Kong Mingrui looked casually at Kong Jiaojiao, who was sitting by the bed and staring at the photo in the ashtray.

He kindly reminded: "Shang Shixu went to dinner with Qin Baichen and the others, and that bullshit Vase Queen is not here.

If you want to find him, go now, otherwise your trip will be in vain when someone returns to your room to do it. "

After hearing this, Kong Jiaojiao stood up leisurely, her manners were elegant and decent, and she looked like a noble lady from an aristocratic family.

She pursed her lips and smiled, showing a reserved and gentle smile.

"I know, I can't get Qin Baichen, but I will definitely get Shang Shixuan!"

A firm and confident declaration, full of confidence.

*

Top presidential suite.

In front of a dining table with dozens of people, Qin Baichen and Fu Jiuqing sat at the head table and ate under the service of their attendants.

Sitting on the left and right sides of the two people were Qin Yisheng, Shang Shixu, and Liang Zhu.

As for Cheng Yuncheng, Hao Ziyin, and He Rongsheng, they were in the room.

The three juniors couldn't stand their atmosphere, so they chose to eat in the room because Cheng Yuncheng was a patient.

In the huge restaurant, on the screen in the void opposite, the auction scene downstairs was broadcast in panoramic view.

In the video, the female auctioneer standing at the auction is elegant and intellectual, introducing the auction items in two languages.

"The next piece of the collection is a magical weapon belonging to Master Minghui of the Tubo Kingdom. It is made of one hundred and eight rosary beads... Our starting price is 30 million."

Fu Jiuqing, who was having a meal, felt a surge of Yin Qi coming towards his face.

It's not the sinister atmosphere in the room, but the air that permeates the air from the video.

Fu Jiuqing raised his eyes and looked at the screen of the live broadcast. The string of beads being auctioned was being photographed in close detail with clear details.

The yellowed black rosary is composed of one hundred and eight joints connected in series, each one exuding a cold and sinister aura.

Seeing that she was interested in the auction items, Qin Baichen moved his thin lips and asked softly: "Do you want it?"

Fu Jiuqing stared coldly at the rosary beads condensed by countless dead souls on the screen, and nodded indifferently.

Of course she was interested in the souls of the dead who had been stranded for thousands of years.

These dead souls, carrying the evil and resentful aura of the sky, remain in the human world for a long time. The more they absorb the essence of heaven and earth, the harder it will be to control them in the future.

The moment Fu Jiuqing nodded, Qin Baichen put down the tableware in his hands and stretched out his hand behind him.

Bai Ling respectfully handed over the mobile phone connected to the auction site with both hands.

Qin Baichen took the phone and ordered to the other end of the phone: "If you like what you see on the stage, take a photo of it."

"Yes, Mr. Qin——"

Yan Jiu's rough voice came from the phone.

Fu Jiuqing saw Qin Baichen taking action and continued to eat, but he ate a little absent-mindedly.

Qin Yisheng, Shang Shixu and Liang Zhu, who were sitting at the bottom, all looked at her.

Qin Yisheng looked thoughtful, and Shang Shixu's eyes were full of inquiry and curiosity.

Liang Zhuze's face showed disgust and hatred again, and he couldn't suppress it.

He endured it again and again, but still couldn't hold it back, and said sarcastically to Fu Jiuqing: "I didn't expect Mrs. Qin to play with this kind of thing. Do you Celestial Masters all have a soft spot for dead people's things?"

He said disgusting words, but the look in his eyes when he looked at Fu Jiuqing did not contain the hostility he had when they first met.

I just don’t understand what the use of such an evil thing is.

Fu Jiuqing was in a bad mood and replied to Liang Zhu without raising his head: "Mr. Liang knows a lot about these things. It seems that he has suffered a lot."

Cynical?

Who wouldn't?

Hearing this, Liang Zhu's expression immediately darkened.

Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by Qin Baichen's cold look.

Qin Baichen noticed immediately that Fu Jiuqing was in a bad mood. It seemed that ever since he saw the rosary, the atmosphere around Fu Jiuqing had become restless.

He put a spicy and sour dish on the table onto Fu Jiuqing's plate with serving chopsticks.

"Is the food not to your liking? Do you want to bring over the chef at home?"

Fu Jiuqing shook his head and said in a calm voice: "No need to bother, just make a living."

Without the secret radish strips, her appetite dropped significantly.

Shang Shixu asked doubtfully: "Is there something wrong with the string of beads that Mrs. Qin wants?"

Liang Zhu, who had been holding back his words, replied in a cold voice: "That is a magic weapon made of bones. It is called Gabala. It is one of Tubo's special magic weapons. Young Master Shang knows that its true material is What?"

He almost asked the last sentence through gritted teeth.

Shang Shixu recalled what he had just said about the dead, and the smile on his lips froze slightly.

He seemed to know what material the beads were made of.

"It's people, dead people."

Fu Jiuqing said this, his voice was cold and filled with a hint of chill.

She put down her chopsticks and stared at the auction scene on the screen.

The string of 108 rosary beads on display had different shapes, indicating that they all came from different people.