I want to be gentle [Quick Transmigration]

Through the gap between her fingers, Su Shiyi blinked her eyelashes lightly, and whispered, "I'm not a brat."

When speaking, the moist, hot and soft tip of the tongue protruded from the lips, brushing against her palm intentionally or unintentionally.

"I have a name." She said sullenly.

He was stunned for a moment, and the moistness on his palm gradually turned cold.

Subconsciously withdrew his hand, looked away a little, and said lightly, "Then there will be."

Did not mean to ask.

The retracted hand is hiding under the wide white sleeve with curly moiré patterns, and the fingers are quietly curled up.

"I can also take human form now."

Su Shiyi lowered his eyebrows, hiding the little pride in his eyes, suppressed the corners of his lips, and said in a low voice, "Although I still can't take back the dragon horns."

"That's a kid too."

The beauty's eyes fluttered, her lips curled up, and she sighed vaguely, "I am more than a thousand years older than you, so what are you if you are not a brat to me."

When speaking, he flipped his wrist, and a set of small clothes folded squarely fell on top of Su Shiyi's head.

The edges of the wide sleeves are also embroidered with exquisite and delicate scroll cloud patterns, which are the clothes of Wan Jianfeng's disciples.

Su Shiyi loosened his clothes, raised his face and looked at her, his eyes were shining and innocent, "I don't know how to wear..."

The beauty looked away from the window, stretched out her hand to pinch her soft cheeks, her eyes were bent, and she spoke softly, "Then let's go naked."

"If someone comes over in a while, don't hide."

In the soft tone, there is no room for negotiation.

Su Shiyi pursed his mouth, and turned into a little chubby dragon again in aggrieved manner.

He just doesn't wear his own clothes, which is very stubborn.

It took less than half a cup of tea, and Wan Jianfeng really came.

With a bang, the door was violently pushed open.

Ye Shixiu strode in, and Wenzhi followed closely behind him.

"Little Junior Sister!"

That voice seemed to be full of resentment from the chest, and the righteousness seemed to come to crusade against the faint king.

Ye Shixiu complained: "You run fast, my senior brother almost got detained..."

After such a toss, the wealth he had accumulated for hundreds of years is almost empty, so how can he not come back!

Wang Ting lowered his eyes and looked at the stubborn little dragon cub who was curled up beside her legs, picked up a thin card on the table with his fingertips, and the card passed through the screen in the inner room to Ye Shixiu's hand.

"The rest is your compensation."

Ye Shixiu took the card, brushed away the aura on it, and when he saw the number on the card clearly, his expression immediately softened.

He naturally pulled out the chair and sat down in the outer room, waved his hands, and said in a gentle voice, "Hey, that's not the urgent matter right now."

"You and I are brothers and sisters, how can there be so much money or not?"

"..."

Wen Zhi silently walked up to Ye Shixiu holding the teacup. The tea was boiling hot, and the hands holding the tea almost hit his face.

Ye Shixiu leaned back to avoid it, looking at him with some horror.

Asked without changing expression: "Master, drink tea."

Please shut up.

"...All right."

Ye Shixiu took the teacup, took a sip pretendingly, put it on the table, cleared his throat, and said solemnly: "If there are no accidents, Wan Jianfeng may not be born in the near future. "

Through a translucent screen.

He saw the pitiful little chubby dragon curled up next to his junior sister's legs, and pointed out, "The suzerain probably already knows what happened tonight."

Not only the suzerain knew, but people outside would also guess that this matter had something to do with Hua Xuanzong.

"No problem."

"According to the suzerain's temperament..."

Ye Shixiu held the teacup, frowned and pondered for a while, and came to a conclusion, "Junior Sister, I'm afraid it's not easy to say."

He could see that Wang Ting must know the fat dragon.

"Not really."

Wang Ting's lips raised an inconspicuous arc, and his fingertips were curled around a slender and soft silver-blue dragon whisker, completely ignoring his words.

She said in a flat tone: "After the auction is over, the person who pays is my senior brother of Wan Jianfeng, and the person who leaves last is also my senior senior brother of Wan Jianfeng."

"The suzerain is looking for...of course it is also my senior brother Wan Jianfeng."

Ye Shixiu opened his mouth and closed it again.

"..."

After carefully stroking it in his heart, he actually felt that what his little junior sister said made a lot of sense.

"Besides," Wang Ting let go of the dragon's beard wrapped around her fingers, lowered her eyes and gently wiped away the little tears that were hurt from the corners of her eyes, and laughed, "Isn't senior brother the best at denying things?"

Ye Shixiu: "..."

"That's what you said." He smiled helplessly, "You will plot against me."

Asked: "Master, if it weren't for the 50 yuan, you wouldn't..."

Ye Shixiu: "Bah!"

The original owner's imprint was wiped off the card. Standing beside Ye Shixiu, Wen Zhi happened to see the amount on it.

……

Ye Shixiu sat for a while and then left.

Yue Mo went back to find a reason to fool the suzerain.

"I obediently put on my clothes."

The white and tender Xiaotuanzi stood obediently in front of Wang Ting, her eyes were reddish, and her clear eyes were misty, and she looked at her without blinking.

Su Shiyi rubbed her cheeks, she can't be blamed, if you want to blame, you can blame the dragon's beard sensitivity...

Wang Ting slightly raised his eyebrows, hummed, and held his chin to look at her, "I saw it."

Although the workmanship of this set of clothes is good, it is still not as good as the previous Ruqun. It is loose and loose on Su Shiyi's body, and it seems that it is almost two sizes too big.

Hearing falsely, the long eyelashes drooped slightly, thinking in his heart.

Su Shiyi puffed her cheeks, boldly stretched out her paws and grabbed her hand, "You can't leave me to someone else."

Hearing the words in vain, he raised his eyes, and his eyes flickered for a moment.

She pursed her lips and seemed to smile, "Why do you want to stay by my side so much..."

Makes no sense.

She still didn't believe what she said.

Su Shiyi lowered his head, brushed his fingertips lightly over her palm, and said softly, "I'll tell you when I grow up."

Tell you with practical actions.

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The gate of the Laerpus Auction House was knocked open and someone forced their way in.

That posture was even more robber than robber.

A group of waiters chased after him until they reached Ai Youqian's lounge.

Just as he was about to arrest someone, he was ordered by his boss to repair the door before he could do anything.

"My Lady, My Lady..."

"Mother!"

Ai Youqian gave her a blank look, "Your mother, I am not deaf yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes and continued to wipe his treasure—it was a shining golden sword.

"Put your things down first." Lilith buttoned the table, impatiently and impatiently, "I'll tell you business."

"You say what you want."

Ai Youqian snorted without raising his eyes, "My baby is not in the way of your talking."

Compared to this restless daughter, she prefers shiny things.

Lilith: "Don't you have a dragon cub that just broke its shell?"

She could feel it before.

"It's sold." Ai Youqian's tone was casual.

"..."

Lilith took a deep breath, "Mom, my father cheated."

"..."

Ai Youqian paused, put the gleaming golden sword aside, looked up at his daughter, "Go on, my baby seems to be in the way of your talking."

"I said, my father cheated."

Lilith spread her hands, feeling helpless, "I also gave birth to a cub, no accident...it's the one you sold."

Ai Youqian hummed, and she quietly looked at her daughter.

It seemed that he was not affected at all, and looked very calm.

Lilith shrugged her shoulders, and had no choice but to continue, "I was just skeptical at first, but my father...he ran away when he saw me, as if he had a guilty conscience."

"okay, I get it."

Ai Youqian nodded, turned his head to look at the maid beside him, "Ah Cheng, where is my knife?"

"Mother...the bastard is innocent."

"Well," Ai Youqian took the long knife from Ah Cheng with a blank face, and stood up abruptly, "So I'll kill your father."