Buddha, you don’t understand love and stare at the eminent monk in front of you.
"Humph, what do you know, you old man?
I don't allow you to do this, do you understand?"
Do you understand what is worrying about gains and losses in love?
You old monk, do you understand?
He Rongnan has always been the most leisurely and lonely ghost in the world.
He is not bound by heaven or controlled by the earth.
He is a truly lawless master.
But since meeting Jian Fan, he has not dared to express his love.
Afraid that his impulsiveness would lead to the woman's escape, he did not dare to express his feelings until the qualitative change of their relationship in the past few days.
He carefully protects her and stays with her in the most comfortable way.
He will always protect her.
She is his heart and soul.
He finally has a weakness, but he is happier than anyone else.
What the old monk wants to do will hurt the feelings that the Demon King carefully protects.
He will not allow it, and will never allow it.
"Amitabha, I understand."
Liao Chen agreed with a smile.
It's just that you understand it, but whether you want to do something or not is another matter.
Everyone knows it, so there is no need to embarrass anyone.
When Jian Fan woke up, the two enigmatic guys were sitting there without saying a word.
She could only get together with the little monk and whisper about which lollipop flavor was the best.
She was too big-hearted to notice the turbulent undercurrent of the scene.
She was such a lazy person, and she was not willing to use her brain as soon as she got up.
Lazy people are lucky.
She got up at the right time, and the auction started "smoothly".
In the center of the finely decorated stage stood an elegant beauty wearing a light green pleated skirt.
She held up a golden hammer and opened her mouth to introduce the first item for sale.
"Hello everyone, welcome to the first-grade banquet.
I won't say much more, Fu Lu.
The one behind me is the first item for sale, the high-grade Bi Blood Pill.
Since the medicinal materials for refining the Bi Blood Pill are rare and the refining process is cumbersome, so It’s not common.
The Blue Blood Pill can keep people’s appearance young, and the effect depends on the person’s cultivation level, but it can also be used by ordinary people, and the minimum duration is thirty years.”
"Old monk, why didn't they quote a reserve price and no one bid?"
This was different from ordinary auctions.
There was no reserve price and no one bid.
It was so quiet that it was unlike any auction she had ever seen, but it didn't seem awkward at all.
"Little friend Jian, the first three days were bartering, and the auction is the same."
Liao Chen took a yellow talisman from the table and handed it to Jian Fan, looking calm and without the slightest contempt.
"Here it's not that the highest bidder wins, but that the thing you send happens to be what the client wants.
It just depends on luck.
The thing you send is sent to the backend by this yellow talisman, and the message will be sent to The consignor, if the consignor gets his/her psychological price, the female host on the stage will announce the exchange; if the consignor is not satisfied, he can auction it again, otherwise it will be a failed auction. " Jian Fan was very surprised, and her surprise was mixed with heartache.
She turned to look at Rong Nan, a pitiful puppy looking like its owner.
"Ananda, you won't send my coffin up, will you?
I have a bad premonition.
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I remember that the organizer of the auction will take a commission."
There is no shortage of elixirs in both simple and traditional versions.
A few years ago Rong Nian gave her the elixir as candy.
She was just "curious", really "curious".
The person being stared at didn't feel comfortable at all.
His gaze was at the top of the stage, very confused.
"Xiao Fanfan, if the client didn't pay a certain price, how could his things be auctioned at the first-class banquet auction?
That's not what you said, nothing is as important as money, and besides, the coffin is not that glittering.
It's better to change it to something you like.
Don't worry, the old monk is very helpful this time."
It always feels like gritting your teeth.
Rong Nan turned around and explained a few words to Jian Fan with a cold expression, but Jian Fan understood his hidden meaning immediately.
"Old monk" Jian Fan immediately turned to look at Chen.
I won't take anything out.
Of course, the words were not spoken, but those smart eyes expressed everything.
"Haha, little friend Jian, I'm not that kind of person.
It's just an old friend asking me for help.
This is a reward."
"Exactly."
The old monk didn't tell the truth.
Forget it, the truth didn't sound good either.
Rong Ran replied with a contemptuous expression, Bao Bao knew everything, but Bao Bao didn't say anything.
Jian Fan and Yuansheng: Why is this expression so cute?
"Okay, after the first round of bidding, a buyer has appeared.
The buyer bid, a thousand-year-old ginseng.
Next, our second item has been sent to the stage."
"Thousand-year-old ginseng, I'm so poor."
Jian Fan pouted.
She thought the thing was very high-end, but she didn't know it was a thousand-year-old ginseng that was very different from Bixuedan.
Thinking about it, she felt it was too unfair.
"This is a first-class banquet.
Look good at you, Xiao Fanfan."
Rong Nan said casually, like a feather blowing across the lake.
A small first-class banquet also has ups and downs, and strength and luck are sometimes not directly proportional.
The most precious thing may be the most useless; and the cheapest thing may be what others need most.
It is precisely this kind of gambling that makes Yipinyan spread to this day.
What a small microcosm of life.
Rong Nan's calm and gentle appearance is actually enigmatic.
Jian Fan thought that he should have participated many times, seen many jokes and miracles, and seen the lives of many people.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Fan sat up straight, stretched his neck, and looked out.
Listening to Ananda's words, it was most likely true.
This was a subconscious move on her part.
Yuansheng's eyes were curiously glued to Jian Fan, and she blushed silently.
At this moment, Rong Nan also glanced over.
Jian Fan suddenly jumped up, grabbed the yellow talisman on the table, picked up the pen and started writing something.
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She just wanted to avoid easy inquiry.
Who knows "Hold on, you have the talisman in your hand, why are you running over to get it?"
The little monk's fatal blow cleared the simple and traditional blood tank.
"Ha."
A single syllable came out of Rong Nan's mouth.
Jian Fan trembled three times, not daring to raise her head that was hot enough to fry eggs, so she missed Rong Nan's magnificent smile and the little monk's shocked mouth.
Lollipops falling out of the box, strawberry flavor.
A long time later, when Jian Fan heard Yuansheng talking about this episode, she couldn't help but beat her chest.
If she had seen it, she might have been able to put an end to it by then.
Why should she be so miserable?
"Congratulations to the buyer who bids for the best breath-absorbing charm, you will get this peach blossom umbrella."
The voice of the woman below came, accompanied by a burst of noise.
Talismans are unique to Taoism, and they are a bit exclusive to this family.
However, over time, some talismans have been circulated.
As the name suggests, the breath-holding talisman can restrain your breath and save your life at critical moments; the best breath-holding talisman, once used, will not even be able to detect your traces even by great masters.
There are not many Taoists who can do this.
It is a priceless treasure.
The breath-absorbing talisman seemed a bit familiar.
The little monk glanced at the simple and traditional yellow talisman and said, "Hang on, why are you buying an umbrella?"
The little monk didn't understand the preciousness of talisman paper and magical instruments.
He just made a statement.
Let me know your opinion on that pink and tender umbrella.
The master said that there are very few utensils and they are very precious.
If you insist on buying them back, will you have to pay for them?
Jianfan: No matter what, I have to hold on.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－ Xiao Fanfan: I bought an umbrella today, but I don’t know how to use it.
Little monk: as a weapon Old monk: serving as firewood Daowu: as tableware Fuxi: Master, go home and take medicine.
Ananda: You fish-lipped mortals, of course your umbrella can protect you from the rain.
Simplified Chinese: Holy shit, Ananda, you spoiled me: