What about the Master's text?

The platform on the second floor is five feet wide, and each box has a window with light gauze facing the platform, which is convenient for the guests to see the auction items, and can also hide their identities to a certain extent.

Compared with Fu Ji's vigilance, Jing Fan was more relaxed and contented. He half leaned on the small couch, with an exquisite small plate in his hand, inside was a sweet cake that could be eaten one bite at a time. It was white and tender but not greasy. After eating half a plate, when Fu Ji looked over, he happily sent it forward, "Taste it?"

Fu Ji shook his head, "Eat it." He doesn't like sweet things.

Jingfan looked down at the sweet cake, then at Fuji, then put down the small plate in his hand, and took a sour fruit plate, looking at the red and green ones made people happy, this time he didn't take care of himself Put it into the mouth, but walked to the window, and put it by Fuji's hand "by the way".

Fu Ji's eyes fell on the plate, and he was stunned for a while.

Jing Fan glanced at the window. The auction below hadn't started yet. He leaned against the wall, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Fu Ji, what do you like to eat?" Jing Fan tilted his head, "Since we first met you, you seem to be indifferent to everything."

Jing Fan asked seriously, but Fu Ji was taken aback. He thought that Jing Fan was frowning because he was worrying about business, but he really didn't expect that he was guessing what he likes to eat.

"It's good to be able to satisfy our hunger, appetite is not important." Even when Fu Ji is sitting, he is as upright as a schoolboy. On the other hand, Jing Fan himself, whether he is standing or sitting, except that his face is more beautiful, For the rest, it's just like a street hustler.

In fact, even Jingfan himself was wondering why two completely different people like him and Fuji could get along so naturally, like old friends who could understand each other with just a look.

"Going back from Jiuquanhe this time, you're going back to Xuantianzong, right?" Jing Fan looked at Fuji with his chin propped up, his eyes were bright, Fuji's scalp was numb from his staring at him, his eyes drifted unconsciously, but he just refused Facing Shang Jingfan's eyes.

"Huh?" Jingfan's voice was still slightly hoarse, but the ending was slightly upturned.

Fu Ji's fingers curled up under his sleeves, "Well, it's time to go back."

In fact, both of them knew well that it was not easy for Fuji to come out as the head disciple of Xuantianzong for so long, and it was not easy for outsiders to interfere with the matters of Yunmiaozong. It's time to come with Jingfan.

But Fuji didn't say anything, and Jingfan just pretended to be stupid. He never hoped that Fuji could help him, just one point, with Fuji by his side, he would lose control less often. That white shadow can gradually calm down the rushing spiritual power.

But there is no need to tell Fu Ji about these things.

"Thanks to your care during this time." Jing Fan moved closer, stood up and bowed politely, "From now on, if necessary, I will go for thousands of miles and let you drive."

A light oath made Fu Ji at a loss. He got up to avoid it, but his wrist was grabbed. Jing Fan stared at his eyes seriously, "Fu Ji, wait for me."

Wait for you?

What are you waiting for?

Fu Ji had countless questions and speculations in his mind, but he didn't dare to ask them out, for fear that Jing Fan would give the answer, and he was also afraid that Jing Fan's answer would not be what he wanted to hear.

"You..." Fu Ji plucked up his courage, and only then did he utter a single word, and suddenly there was a commotion underneath.

The two quickly looked at each other, each suppressing the complicated emotions in their hearts, and walked to the window together to look down.

Within a short period of time, the floor was already full of people, and a long table was placed on the table, on which four things were lined up one by one, each covered with cloth.

Jing Fan lacked interest, he withdrew his eyes, stared at Fu Ji's side face, and felt that this person was more attractive than the treasures below.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Ji's heart was pounding, but his face was very calm.

"It's nothing, I just feel that the good things are in the back, and these are not enough appetizers." He just finished speaking, and there was a burst of exclamation from below, Fu Ji glanced at it, it was a box of high-grade returning spirit pills.

"Want it?" Fu Ji just glanced at it, but Jing Fan thought he wanted it, and consciously dug out seven or eight broken boxes from the storage ring.

He pushed the box in front of Fu Ji, Fu Ji looked confused.

"The panacea at the bottom is not good, not as good as the ones in my hand." He said very naturally, "Before I had nothing to do, if you need it, I will give you more when I have time. Take it and use it whatever you want."

Jing Fan looked indifferent, Fu Ji only felt a toothache, if he didn't know this person's temperament, he almost thought that the other party was showing off on purpose.

After all, with just one glance, he could tell that the spirit pills contained in these broken boxes were all top quality.

Compared with the box auctioned below, it is the difference between pearls and fish eyes.

"I don't need it," Jing Fan was a little at a loss. What he said was the truth. Xuantianzong also had a pill hall. The cost of disciples.Moreover, it is impolite for Jing Fan to give him things carelessly like this.

Jing Fan sent him off subconsciously, and didn't think too much about it. Seeing Fu Ji's embarrassment at this moment, he realized that he scratched his cheek, "Oh, I, I don't mean anything else, it's just..."

The eloquent person suddenly didn't know what to say. Jing Fan's eyes turned red, and his earlobes also changed color. Fu Ji didn't miss his reaction. For some reason, there was a movement in his heart, as if a place had collapsed. It happened that even all his reason was confused.

So Jingfan watched the cramped person suddenly reach out and return all those boxes to him, leaving only one box.

"I'll take this box." Fu Ji looked at Jing Fan calmly, the person in front of him was so attractive, he didn't need to show off, and he didn't need to say many beautiful words, just a look, a movement, it was all in his heart Soft into one piece.

"Ah..." Jing Fan was stunned, and suddenly seemed to think of something again. He hooked the remaining box with his finger and put it back into the storage ring. Sending them all to Fu Ji, "Uh, these are probably useful, the auctions below are all rough things, these are easier to use."

He was very clumsy in his "attentiveness", but Fu Ji didn't feel offended. Instead, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he asked him softly, "Why do you give me so much, obviously..." We have known each other not long ago, and I have not help you with what.

Jing Fan only cared about giving things to others, but he didn't know why he was giving it. He was asked straight away, a little confused, and asked unconsciously, "Do you want a reason for giving you something?"

It was rare for him to be naive, Fu Ji could hardly hold back, his voice was dull, "Well, I want to know."

"Just, I just want to send it off, I think...you are safe and sound."

In the final analysis, a few talismans and pills won't do much, but when Jingfan thought that Fuji might be injured after practicing, he couldn't help but want to give him something to save his life.

His thinking was a bit clumsy, even another person would find it inexplicable, but Fu Ji figured out his thoughts, and gave birth to a warm feeling.

"Thank you." Fu Ji didn't refuse this time, he accepted everything and smiled at Jing Fan.

Jing Fan was really stunned this time.

During the period of their acquaintance, Fu Ji never smiled, and that indifferent face always had the same expression, which made him feel regretful and logical.

However, when Fu Ji smiled...it was really pretty.

Jing Fan was poor at words and couldn't think of better words. He stared at Fu Ji eagerly, but he didn't know how attractive his appearance was in Fu Ji's eyes.

"Cough," Fu Ji couldn't bear Jing Fan's straightforward eyes, and he dodged his eyes, falling to the stands below.

His eyes darkened.

There was an iron cage several feet wide on the stand below, covered with a layer of red cloth, but the distance was enough for Fu Ji to sense a faint wave of demon power.

"What is it?" Jing Fan followed Fu Ji's gaze, although he was keen, he lacked a trace of carefulness.

Fu Ji restrained all his thoughts, his face was a little ugly, "It's a big monster."

Jing Fan was taken aback, "How is it possible?"

There has always been a secretive consensus in the world of comprehension, that is, decent monks and demonic cultivators are incompatible, and demons are in between, and among demons, it is not always the demonic cultivators who should be exterminated.

Thousands of years ago, the orthodox way and the devil's way were in conflict, and the demon cultivators assisted the righteous way in times of crisis. Therefore, after the battle between the righteous way and the devil's way, the monks' tolerance for the demon cultivators was obviously higher than that of the demon cultivators. For those who failed to cultivate adults, they Either treat it according to its good or evil situation, or accept it as a spiritual pet.

So if the demon is trapped in a cage like this, the auctioneers in the hall, Jing Fan and Fu Ji are more shocked than surprised.

"The one in the cage doesn't seem to be an ordinary monster." Jing Fan's eyes were condensed, "The eight-clawed fire chinchilla."

Fu Ji also had an ugly expression, "Who the hell is this... This eight-clawed fire chinchilla has been known for a long time," Jing Fan understood his unfinished words, the eight-clawed fire chinchilla is not an ordinary monster, or it is not a monster at all , but an ancient fierce beast.

"Didn't it mean that the Eight-clawed Huochi family has long been annihilated? How can things from ten thousand years ago survive to this day..." Jing Fan said, but he still couldn't help but look down, he allocated a little spiritual power, Carefully hide in.

And the result of this investigation is obvious, "It's the eight-clawed fire chinchilla, it's just..."

"The blood is impure." Fu Ji continued the second half of the sentence, "Actually, it is reasonable to say that such ancient beasts cannot survive today, but no matter what, they still have the blood of ancient beasts. If it is really used by someone with a heart, I am afraid it will be another catastrophe."

The two looked at each other, and they both saw a look of worry in each other's eyes.

And at this moment, another wave of spiritual power poured in, filling the entire puppet building for a moment, Jing Fan suddenly stood up, but was held back by Fu Ji, "Don't act rashly."

This spiritual force outside is too familiar, Jingfan reminds himself like scraping bones every night, torturing his mind inch by inch.

"Bai Chu came here for the eight-clawed fire chinchilla." Fu Ji's voice was very low, and the two of them were close to each other, Jing Fan's unconcealed murderous intent surged, Fu Ji restrained him abruptly, and comforted him , "You have endured it for so long, it's not too late, going out rashly will only make you suffer."

Every word and every word wished to enter Jing Fan's heart, and Fu Ji didn't care about anything else, from clenching his wrist to holding his hand, it was all a lot of worries about the person in front of him, "Listen to me, first Wait, wait for the time, you won't be disappointed... ok?"

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