The whole empire is begging for my resurrection

Rong Yunjing really summoned up a lot of courage to take this step.

In the past ten years, he wanted to go up to greet him countless times, without exception, every time he couldn't move his footsteps, and he was stuck in place like a wooden stake.

Similarly, in the past ten years, he has brewed countless beginnings, polite, funny, and serious... All the mental preparations collapsed the moment he saw that person, collapsed all at once.

In the end, after holding back for a long time, I finally uttered such a sentence.

The young man in the blue robe stood upright and looked at him with his head tilted slightly, with a completely strange look in his eyes.

The longer they looked at each other, the more flustered Rong Yunjing became.

Until the other party spoke calmly——

"You got the wrong person."

It is no exaggeration to say that it was like a dull thunder suddenly sounded in the clear sky, and it struck his sea of ​​consciousness with a 'boom'.The brain that split his whole body was not very bright.

The voice was slightly deep and very magnetic. Although it was pleasant to hear, it was completely different from Qingyue's voice in memory.

Could it be... is it really the wrong person?

Rong Yunjing's face suddenly turned pale.

the other side.

Xi Qingyin still doesn't know how the person in front of him recognized him.

It was clearly wrapped tightly, not a single strand of hair was exposed.The voice has also been specially processed, and even his walking posture has become more casual, not as tense as before.

Although she was curious about where the truth was revealed, Xi Qingyin still had more important things to do.

His sight shifted a few inches to the small shell, where the call had reached '11', and he was the next one.

Xi Qingyin turned sideways slightly, and she was about to bypass Rong Yunjing if she moved away.

Unexpectedly, the latter had been counseling for ten years, and for some reason, he suddenly mustered up the courage to stand in front of him very forcefully.

The gesture didn't look at all like a friendly conversation, but more like a fight.

Almost a second later, the vip area suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere became vaguely tense.

Originally, the dignitaries from all directions were still talking in low voices, but when they saw that there seemed to be a dispute here, they stopped talking immediately.

Everyone looked at the sky and the earth in silence, and they could still watch the excitement from the corner of their eyes.

"Please allow me to take the liberty of making a request."

Rong Yunjing's eyes were fixed.

At this time, he can't care about the character design that has been in business for nearly ten years.What empire moonlight, what noble royal family, what dream lover, none of them are as important as his sweetheart.

Xi Qingyin: "Tell me."

Rong Yunjing: "I want to see your wrist."

Xi Qingyin: "..."

Just look at it, why did it look like a fight to the death, almost scared him to death.

Xi Qingyin was about to raise her hand when she suddenly remembered something.

It's not that he doesn't want to show Rong Yunjing's wrist, it's just that there is an obvious scar on his wrist.

To be honest, he himself can't remember where the scar came from. After thinking about it, he only thinks that the sword had no eyes during the war and was accidentally scratched.

Although there are not many people who pay attention to this scar, there are more or less people who often pay attention to him. Isn't Rong Yunjing one of the examples.

Now so many pairs of eyes are watching, showing off their wrists rashly.When everyone sees the scar, the fool will be able to guess his true identity!

Thinking of this, Xi Qingyin glanced at the shining eyes of the person in front of her, and felt a little embarrassed.

Just as he was struggling, a face appeared from the crack of the small shell, obviously noticing the tension outside, the man raised his hand hesitantly, "Number 12, is the master of No. 12 here?"

Seeing that no one answered, he muttered softly again: "If you're not here, call number 13 first."

No. '13's expression changed when he watched the excitement, and he hurriedly put the painting in his mouth and was about to enter the small shell.

Now Xi Qingyin couldn't stand up anymore.

He shook his body, walked straight around Rong Yunjing, and walked towards the little shell.

Rong Yunjing pursed his lips tightly, lowered his eyes, and stood still in place.

The onlookers looked at me and I looked at you, and they all admired the man in blue from the bottom of their hearts.How dare to directly ignore His Highness the Crown Prince, this is the first time I have seen him in so many years.

The most surprising thing is that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't get angry. Instead, he looked as if he had been abandoned by someone, and there was still some imperceptible sadness in his eyes.

The relationship between these two people... really makes people scratch their heads and lungs.

Rong Tianhe approached and said, "Is it an old friend?"

"I...don't know." Rong Yunjing blinked slightly, looking at the closed shell.

Even though the figure in the blue robe had already entered the small shell, his gaze remained unchanged for a long time, and he kept staring there.

**

The inside of the small shell is very spacious, and it seems to have entered a whole new world after entering.

It is completely different from the distinctive artificial decoration style of the imperial capital galaxy, and it seems to advocate the original ecology here.The walls are covered with pearls and beautiful coral decorations, and the lights are illuminated by night pearls. There are also colorful small fish tumbling in the water, one by one circling around people at an extremely fast speed, looking very lively.

Seeing Xi Qingyin keep looking around, the old man sitting in the middle said, "My lord is really strange."

Xi Qingyin said, "What's so strange?"

The old man wiped the table with something like seaweed, and said with a smile: "When other adults come in, the first action is to look at me impatiently, and the second action is to take out your own auction items or qualification certificates. Don't you Similarly, as soon as you came in, your eyes were attracted by the environment inside. I guess, you are not a local, and you don't seem to have much interest in this black market auction?"

What sharp eyes.

Xi Qingyin smacked her lips inwardly, her face remained motionless, "Since I'm here, of course I'm here to bid for the black market auction."

The old man smiled and said nothing.

When Xi Qingyin came to the table, he suddenly turned serious and said, "Are you the seller or the buyer?"

Xi Qingyin said, "Seller."

The old man said: "Put the items you want to auction on the table. If the evaluation meets the VIP standards, then you can immediately get the VIP admission ticket. As for the auction items, whether to store them temporarily or take them away depends on your decision." will."

Xi Qingyin said, "What if you don't pass the VIP test?"

It seemed strange why he would ask such a question, but the old man still dutifully replied: "If you fail, of course you have to go to the ordinary queuing area to queue again."

"..."

This is no longer a question of whether to be ashamed or not, and if you queue up behind so many people's buttocks, when will this be the end of the line?He can barely hold on, but the cat mask can't last that long.

In this way, you must get the admission ticket from the vip channel!

Xi Qingyin nervously put the small shell on the table. The chassis of the small shell was still a little unstable, and it kept dangling on the table.

The old man was not in a hurry to open the shell, but took out a watch from somewhere.

"What is the auction item?"

"Painting."

"Draw it yourself?"

"Ah."

"Has anyone ever used this painting?"

"No."

"How much is the mental power fluctuation?"

"..."

There was no answer for a long time, the old man raised his head in confusion, and asked again: "How much is the mental power fluctuation of this painting?"

Mental fluctuations such as a few tenths and one o'clock are really hard to say.A trace of embarrassment appeared on Xi Qingyin's face, if it wasn't for the mask blocking him, his current expression would be very strange.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he could only say euphemistically, "It should not exceed 10."

The old man's expression was a little suspicious at first, but also a little confused.

After being silent for a long time, he seemed to have decided from the bottom of his heart that he could not get a VIP ticket with this work, and even put down the pen that recorded the basic information silently.

After thinking for a while, the old man said, "Before you entered here, were you ever stopped by the girls of Water Star?"

There was no sarcasm or contempt in his tone, it was just a simple question, but the meaning inside was so obvious that people couldn't ignore it at will - he suspected that Xi Qingyin got in by coincidence.

Xi Qingyin said: "I stopped it, and after looking at the auction item, I put it in the VIP area."

"..." The old man was full of doubts.

Xi Qingyin was not very angry.

If he thinks about it differently, his own reaction might be even more extreme.Although I want to explain in detail, it's just that the cat mask is only a few minutes left, and he can't last too long in the human body.

After thinking about it, Xi Qingyin pushed the small shell forward a few centimeters, looked at the old man calmly, and said, "Why don't you take a look at the auction item first?"

The old man took the small shell suspiciously.

Gently press the sides of the shell, and the shell inflates like a blown balloon.It suddenly grew from the size of a thumb to the size of half a table.

Pry open the shell, and you can see a square painting inside.

The right half of the picture is full of steep cliffs, the strokes are fine and the ink is heavy.The left half is the flat cliff top, surrounded by the "Duan" stele, the colors seem extremely conflicting at first glance.The three of them sat around the stele, only their backs were left, and against the dim surroundings, they looked extraordinarily bleak.

What attracts the most attention is not the content of the painting, but the spiritual power attached to the painting, which is inconspicuous at first glance.

If this superficial spiritual power is placed on oil paintings or sketches, no matter what kind of paintings it is placed on, others will not be too surprised.

But this is in Chinese painting——

The old man froze for a moment, touched the border of the painting with trembling fingers, and couldn't utter a single word with his mouth open and closed.

Xi Qingyin said calmly, "Can I get a VIP ticket with this painting?"

"I can get it, I can get it! If Chinese paintings are not eligible to get VIP tickets, how can there be anything else that can get this qualification!" Then the old man came back to his senses. Full of surprises.

While taking out an admission ticket from under the table, he asked repeatedly in disbelief: "Is this really a Chinese painting?"

After getting an affirmative answer, the old man was still full of shock and love, and kept looking at the ink painting in his hand, and the words of praise never stopped.

Chinese painting is of course Chinese painting, and one can feel the spiritual power attached to the painting with one's hand. Is it possible that this thing can be faked?

Xi Qingyin's mind was on the time limit of the cat mask.He said: "The painting is not stored, I will bring it over on the day of the auction."

After finishing speaking, he quickly put away the painting and took the admission ticket. Before the old man could react, half of his foot had already stepped out of the small shell, and he almost wanted to write the word 'urgent' on the mask.

After walking a few steps, Xi Qingyin suddenly stopped, and stopped nervously and helplessly.

Why is Rong Yunjing still standing at the door and waiting!

"My lord, wait, you haven't registered your name and..."

At this time, the old man had already caught up. When he saw the man in front of Xi Qingyin clearly, he lowered the volume weakly: "...and contact information."

Xi Qingyin: "..."

If I'm not mistaken, did the Golden Peacock's eyes suddenly light up just now?

The author has something to say: Queque is too cowardly, chasing his wife depends on assists

If you count on him for things like contact information, Miaomiao may have passed the kitten with someone else, and he hasn't been able to ask (too miserable)