I became a scumbag in the global live broadcast

Love, what is love, and what is not love?

In the beginning, maybe even Lian Qing felt that he loved her.But later, in the face of danger, how much is this love worth?It was just a vow to live and die together, which made Lian Qing expose the filth in her heart, and she did not hesitate to plan for a hundred years to snatch the blood of the ghost clan that belonged to Qian Hongfeng.

But Yan Luo is different, he is not Lian Qing.

Gently sniffing the tea in the cup with the tip of his nose, Yan Luo didn't reply to Qian Hongfeng immediately, but picked up the water on the side and made a cup of tea for Qian Hongfeng.

"Everyone knows I love her."

Qian Hongfeng pressed the hand that poured tea for him, "But I just want to know what's on your mind."

The sudden action made both of them stiff. The warm palm attached to the back of his hand seemed to be hotter than the tea in the cup.

Yan Luo wanted to pull his hand back, but he didn't know what the kid Qian Hongfeng was going crazy, so he held his hands and didn't let go.

Later, Yan Luo simply gave up.

He slowly raised his eyes to look into the boy's nervous pupils, and his voice was as light as clouds in the sky.

"Feng'er, what result do you want to hear?"

The result he wanted to hear?Obviously it should be...

Could it be that in his heart, he was expecting, expecting this person to say something he didn't like in front of him?

Could it be that every day in his dream at midnight, what he thought was not to hate him, but to see him again?

But why?

Obviously he fell into the ghost world, all because of him...

There was a strange feeling in my heart, and it came out from the clasped hands of the two people, as if the seed hidden in my heart was slowly sprouting.

"Master, I..."

Hastily removed his hand from the back of Yan Luo's, avoiding his eyes and daring not to look at him.

He stood there, at a loss, and finally opened the bead curtain and ran out.

The auction has already started, and the entire attic is full of voices.

Qian Hongfeng ran out, passed through the people standing in the corridor, ran downstairs in one breath, and stood in a secluded place downstairs.

He bent down and buried his head in the crescent of his neck.

After living two lifetimes, what was he thinking?

There was a slight red light flickering around his neck, he slowly raised his head, and saw the blood spar hanging between his neck.

This blood spar, which was supposed to hang on his forehead, was quietly hanging on his neck at this time.The blood spar was glowing red, and the stone was burning hot, but Qian Hongfeng held the blood spar tightly, and the familiar and warm spiritual power immediately surrounded him.

It was as if that person was standing right in front of his eyes, using his body to shield him from the wind and rain.

After living two lifetimes, she was reborn here for only half a year, but all the things in the previous life seemed to be gradually replaced by that person's meticulous care.

Lianqing...

Yan Luo.

"You can call me Yan Luo."

This was the name he personally mentioned during the trial at the mountain gate that day.What is the relationship between these two names?

Yan Luo...

Chewing the name in his mouth, the corners of his mouth slowly raised a beautiful arc.

Putting the back of her head against the wall behind her, Qian Hongfeng put her hands on it, and turned her head slightly to look at the center of the field.

At this time, he noticed that he was standing very close to the booth, and he could see the old man standing on the high platform only by turning his head slightly.

The closer you get, the more energetic you feel the old man.

This person is the elder of Lingbao Pavilion, and he is honored as Elder Zhong Yisheng.

He seemed to feel the slightly scorching gaze from here, and turned his head to look over.

Through those still-looking clear eyes, Qian Hongfeng seemed to see all kinds of things in this world.

The line of sight suddenly pulled away from Zhong Lao's body, and Qian Hongfeng's brows furrowed instantly.

Seeing the young man's changing expression, Mr. Zhong smiled slightly, and nodded at the young man.

Across the table, Qian Hongfeng finally returned the gift.

After a while, he heard Mr. Zhong standing on the high platform say slowly:

"Lingbao Pavilion will open a market every year, and this time, everyone should come here for Moshanghua."

Flowers on Moshang!

Xiao Lin, who was sitting in the box on the second floor, couldn't hold back the first, and ran out from the box. He stood by the fence on the second floor, leaning out.

These movements did not escape Qian Hongfeng's sight, he crossed his arms and glanced up, and saw this boy coming.

The young master was still wearing the embroidered robe he saw in the forest, his whole body was as delicate as a blooming crabapple.

Then Yan Qing ran out from the house, and as soon as he got out of the house, he felt several eyes looking over him in unison.

"Gong... son..."

Yan Qing moved two steps, approached Xiao Lin who was tightly gripping the railing, lowered his voice and said slowly: "My lord, don't be impulsive."

"Yanqing, they're talking about flowers on Moshang!"

Xiao Lin seemed to have thought of something, slowly frowned his beautiful eyebrows, and asked in a low voice, "Tell me what's going on? Don't they all say that there is only one flower on Moshang?"

"Hello, Xiao Lin."

A familiar voice sounded from below, Xiao Lin leaned on the railing and looked down, but he saw Qian Hongfeng standing beside the stands in red at a glance.

"It's you!"

Qian Hongfeng raised her hand and waved at the two of them, "Long time no see."

"Who hasn't seen you for a long time!"

The voice full of anger resounded throughout the attic, only then did Xiao Lin realize that he was being watched by everyone.

He hurriedly let go of the hand holding the railing, and took a sharp step back.

"Old Zhong, you're frightening people."

The entire attic inside and outside was extraordinarily quiet because of Xiao Lin's commotion just now, so Qian Hongfeng's voice was not loud, but it was clearly transmitted to the entire attic.

The voice was very close. Xiao Lin, who was standing on the second floor, turned around and saw Qian Hongfeng walking up the stairs slowly.

"You... what do you mean?"

"Why are you so nervous?" Qian Hongfeng smiled, stepped up to the second floor, and put her arms around Xiao Lin's neck.

He pulled his neck down slightly, and said quickly in a voice that only two people could hear: "When you approached Linshui City, this Lingbao Pavilion knew that you had Moshanghua in your hand. You Why don't you take this opportunity to ask the questions you want to ask?"

Letting go of Xiao Lin who was a little dazed, Qian Hongfeng leaned against the railing on the second floor.

Qian Hongfeng leaned back slightly, and her eyes fell on Mr. Zhong downstairs, "This Moshang flower is the only one in the world, but this Moshang flower does not belong to Lingbao Pavilion."

"Ah? What's going on?"

"Isn't Lingbao Pavilion this time for the purpose of auctioning Moshanghua?"

"Thinking about it carefully, the news released by Lingbao Pavilion seems to say that Moshanghua is alive."

Could it be that they were all deceived?

The author has something to say: Xiao Fenger is working hard secretly.

See you tomorrow.