I opened a shopping mall in Xihuan

"Moon Dancer" was finally bought by a wealthy businessman at a price of 420 gold coins.

This amount seems to be much less than the city lord's cane, but if calculated according to the original value of the clothes, the price is actually more than 25 times the original price, which is enough to show how popular it is.

You Xia vaguely heard the wealthy businessman talk about his purpose of buying this dress, it seems to be to praise the actress of some theater, his companions are not worth it for him, saying that [-] gold coins do not know how many dresses can be bought , Besides, this is not a customized limited edition.

"What I bought with four hundred gold coins was the name on the stele, and the skirt was just an accompanying gift!" He said.

You Xia thought to himself that this person could see clearly.

Indeed, few of the merchants present participated in the auction because they simply loved the items on the stage. Everyone wanted to place the advertisement in the downtown square, so it was worth spending some money for it. So important.

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That night, when the banquet was over, as the planner of this auction, Youxia and the city lord Hero met in the front hall.

After the Elder Elder left, Youxia was left with Les alone, and there were many people around the city lord, except for his mage friend Roderick, and a young man dressed in fancy clothes.

The young man has short-to-medium-length light blond hair, and his facial features are quite correct, but his face is as white as a mask. Obviously, he didn't choose the right foundation color, and the color of his face and neck is seriously out of touch.

According to the owner of the city, that was his second son Al Hodge.

You Xia suddenly remembered that he had seen Al Hodge through Rice's bronze mirror.

At that time, he still vaguely remembered the provocative and mocking words the other party said to Les. Now, probably because the city lord was by his side, he deliberately put on the appearance of a good son, but when those eyes saw Les, he unconsciously showed arrogance. The frivolous attitude is still quite unpleasant.

"Thanks to your suggestion, today's auction can go so smoothly." The city lord thanked with a smile on his face.

"I just put forward some ideas. You are the one who contributes money and efforts. I also want to thank you for hosting this banquet, which gave me the opportunity to promote my new store." You Xia said politely.

"No matter what, there are so many donations this time, which is enough to renovate and manage the west of the city."

"I hope that the problem that has troubled you for a long time can be resolved smoothly."

The two complimented each other back and forth, and then the city lord was accosted by the president of the chamber of commerce who photographed his cane and chatted aside.

Youxia and Rice were about to leave, at this moment, Orr, who had been pretending to be a good son in front of the city lord for a long time, suddenly said, "You're lucky, Rice!"

Les glanced at him indifferently.

"Don't look at me like that, aren't you unlucky? The friends I know are taking you to a banquet and custom-made dresses for you. No wonder you live in someone's house begging for nothing and don't even go back to the mansion. As he spoke, he looked up and down Rice's dress, and said with a smack, "This dress is indeed very special. It has provoked many people to talk about you. I don't think you have ever been in such a big limelight in your life." Bar!"

His tone sounded sour.

You Xia resisted so much that he didn't swear.

He glanced at the people around him and saw that Rice's expression was still calm, neither angry nor red-eyed, so he was relieved, and then he smiled at Orr and said, "You are wrong, Mr. Orr, I invited him The one who came to live with me, Les is not only hardworking, considerate, gentle, and powerful, but also good-looking and in good shape, and he doesn’t charge money for being my model, and I’ve always been very grateful to him.”

After listening to it, Auer didn't know what to think, and said with a smile: "I can also be your model. My appearance and body are not inferior to him."

You Xia almost laughed out loud, he clicked his tongue pretending to be tangled: "You..."

Orr puffed up his chest and raised his chin, trying to make himself appear more mighty.

Yue Mo was worried that he would really agree, and Les beside him touched his right hand casually.

"I'm afraid you can't." You Xia said, patted his arm back with his right hand to reassure him.

"I can't, why?" Orr was in disbelief.

"You need a new makeup artist," You Xia suggested sincerely, "a makeup artist who doesn't forget to wear foundation on your neck while applying foundation on your face."

Orr was stunned for two seconds before realizing that he was mocking his appearance. Probably, the son of the city lord had never been insulted so straightforwardly. He was ashamed and angry for a while, and his face flushed red.

You Xia felt much better after venting his anger, and stopped arguing with him. After saying goodbye to the city lord, he took Rice out.

Walking through the long and narrow corridor to the entrance of the club, the street outside the door was flickering with lights, and there were many noble carriages parked there. Even though it was almost nine o'clock in the evening, the pedestrian street was still very lively.

The two walked down the arc-shaped steps slowly and walked along the street to the cosmetics store next door.

You Xia recalled the information that Orr had inadvertently revealed just now, and asked, "Didn't they order a dress for you before?"

Rice shook his head: "Father never takes me to any banquet."

You Xia frowned, feeling a little distressed.

He pursed his lower lip and said comfortingly, "It's okay, I will take care of all your clothes from now on."

After saying that, Youxia deliberately waited quietly for a while, but without waiting for any response, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Rice's expression.

The other party's skin was cold and white under the moonlight, and the dim light outlined his streamlined and graceful profile.

Youxia recalled what Silio said during the day, and secretly thought that if Les really liked her that much, shouldn't she be very moved now?

Why did he say that he wanted to contract his wardrobe for the rest of his life, but he didn't express it at all. Could it be that he was waiting for himself to confess his love first?

Let me tell you, it's not impossible...

You Xia felt that her feelings for Rice were very special, not so much because she fell in love suddenly, but because she got used to the other party's company, and slowly fell in love with him through countless tacit interactions between getting along.

This kind of affection generated by daily details is so pervasive that until now, he realizes that as long as Rice clearly expresses his willingness to communicate, he can agree to develop this relationship at any time.

Thinking about this, You Xia felt flustered for no reason, and when he was about to approach the cosmetics store, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Rice followed suit, turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

The cosmetics store was still open, and the light from the glass window in front shone on the lenses of his glasses, obscuring his dark eyes.

You Xia thought in his heart that it didn't make sense that others could see it, but he couldn't see it at all, so he raised his hand, took off his glasses, hung the gold chain on his wrist, and then said, "You're fine. Want to tell me something?"

Les blinked blankly.

"Ms. Silio said you like me very much."

As soon as these words came out, Les' complexion froze instantly, his Adam's apple slid slightly, but his eyes were fixed on him.

"Is that right?"

"Hmm." He replied without hesitation.

"Why didn't you tell me directly before?"

Rice was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "The nature of the dragon is greedy, vile, and demanding."

You Xia thought he was going to say something, and said bluntly: "You are different from ordinary dragons."

"Same, actually I am the same." Rice said in a soft but powerful tone, "Once you give me a chance to hold your hand, you don't want to leave me."

Although it was out of date, when You Xia heard this, thinking of the size of the opponent's dragon, his first reaction was to laugh.

He really couldn't help but open the corner of his mouth.

It seemed that he was too unserious and made the other party unhappy. He quickly grabbed Les's wrist and raised it, put his hands into his palm, pretending to be innocent and said: "That's it, right?" ?”

Rice's breathing became disordered, and there was a moist light in his eyes as he watched him.

He held the elf's hand tightly, pretending to be calm and said: "I'll give you another chance to think it over."

That's what he said, but his hands clenched tighter and tighter, and there was no gap in his palm.

You Xia slandered in her heart that you didn't give me a choice.

Since the opportunity was given so insincerely, he deliberately delayed it for a few seconds, and when he was about to speak after thinking about the answer, Rice interrupted: "It's time, there is no chance."

"Huh? So fast."

Les nodded sternly.

"Okay then." You Xia couldn't help laughing, and sighed: "Then there is no other way, I always do what I say, if we say we are together, we will be together."

"En." After answering, Les's eyes were slightly flushed, and his eyes were shining.

You Xia almost thought that he was going to cry, but turned around to look at the other party, and saw that Les looked as usual, not only did he not cry, but also had a moving smile on his face, as if what he saw just now was an illusion created by the lights.

Not seeing Les shed tears, Youxia still felt a little regretful in his heart, and he didn't know why he had such thoughts.

Immediately, the two continued to walk towards the store door slowly. Considering that there were people in the store, You Xia wanted to pull out his hand, but felt the strength and heat in his hand, so he gave up the idea.

Even though it was night and the wind was cool, the roots of my ears were hot.

He said without words: "It's strange, your father can tell that he should be handsome when he was young, and your younger sister was also quite beautiful. Why is your brother's skin color so different from yours?"

"My father had three wives," Rice replied, "the first one died of illness not long after giving birth to his second brother, the second one was Regina's mother, and the third one was his current wife. It's our mother, who is actually only two years older than my elder brother."

After he mentioned it, Youxia remembered that she had met Mrs. Hodge at a hot pot restaurant. At that time, she felt that she was very young, and thought it was because of her good maintenance, but she did not expect that she was really young.

"I can't tell, the city lord has a lot of experience!" He said casually.

"Well," Rice responded first, and then said, "I'm different from him."

"Ok?"

"I will only have you alone."

You Xia laughed: "Why are you suddenly talking about love?"

Rice didn't smile at all, and looked at him seriously, emphasizing: "You too, I'm the only one."

Knowing that the other party wanted a promise, You Xia responded without thinking: "Okay, okay, only you."

He had just finished speaking, when he turned his head and saw the entrance of the cosmetics store, Jasmine was leaning against the glass door, her eyes were full of gossip.

·

Wickenberg District, City Lord's Mansion.

Although the night was getting dark, Herro had no intention of resting at all, and was still sitting at the desk in the room, writing the renovation plan for Maria District.

Suddenly, a gust of cool wind hit, and the candlelight on the table shook violently twice.

Thinking that the window was left closed, Herro quickly finished writing the remaining few words, put down the pen and was about to get up to close the window, when she raised her head, she saw a woman in black with long hair appearing on the window sill at some point.

The other party was sitting on the window sill in a leisurely posture, tilting his head and staring at him. He would never forget that bright face and those dark dark eyes in his life.

"Roderick!" He stared at the woman on the windowsill, opened his mouth and called out the name of the hired mage.

The next moment, the door was kicked open, and a senior mage with a low ponytail walked in with a staff in his hand. When he saw the person on the window sill, a rare nervousness appeared on his always depressed face.

Ofina glanced at Roderick, smiled brightly, jumped off the window sill and said, "Don't worry, you're already like this, what can I do to you?"

Herro and Roderick still looked at her with a ready expression.

"Tsk, looking at it this way, the preservation period of human beings is really short. You were so handsome 20 years ago, and my heart melted when you smiled. Now..." Ofina looked at Hero's protruding face With a belly and a face about to grow a double chin, he shook his head regretfully.

Herro frowned, pretending to be calm and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean, of course I'm here to see my son."

Herro sneered, "You think I'll keep him?"

"Stop pretending." Ofina leaned against the wall and said lazily, "Although I haven't stayed with you for long, but based on what I know about you, no matter what, you will definitely raise that child At most, he just lives a little bit harder, that’s not a big deal, every dragon must go through hardships in the process of awakening his bloodline, I’m only worried that your heart is soft and you haven’t given him enough training.”

Hero said unmoved, "Why did you come here?"

"This has nothing to do with you, where is he?"

Herro said nothing.

"Forget it, if you don't tell me, I'll ask someone else." Ofina twitched the corner of her lower lip, turned around and was about to leave.

Roderick picked up his staff and was about to chase after him, but saw that the opponent disappeared in place the next moment.

"Space magic?" Roderick was a little uncertain.

Even great magicians will not use space magic easily, after all it consumes a lot, and only supernatural dragons can use space power at will on any occasion.

Roderick frowned and thought deeply. It is said that the abyssal dragon is the descendant of a fallen dragon. Could it be true?