Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

"Hmph." After a long time, I didn't hear anyone, and I made trouble with myself again. A arrogant smile appeared on the face of the man in purple, and he knew that the clothes belonged to him.No one can snatch anything he likes.

Other spectators sighed regretfully when they found that no one was talking in Room 23. Sure enough, they would do anything for the beauty, and others couldn't do it.

"Hey!" Feng Qingyue sighed herself, it's a pity that she doesn't have enough money, such a good dress that can't be dyed.However, Feng Qingyue was just so sorry, her mood didn't fluctuate much.It's just a pity that I missed a piece of overalls.

Looking up at Gu Feng Jinshang, Feng Qingyue didn't wait for him to speak, and replied directly, "No." Then looking at Jin'er, she also said, "You don't need it either." Everything she bought got stuck in her throat.She wants to buy the things she likes by herself, and doesn't like others to help her.

"Since no one continues to take pictures, then..." Outside, Huo Wushuang saw that Feng Qingyue stopped taking pictures, so he continued to start his own work. The 200 million gold has already created the fourth-level purple-winged silkworm in history. The highest price ever recorded for a garment. [

"200 million gold, the first time,

200 million gold, the second time,

200 million gold..."

Just as the hammer was about to strike, another sound came out.

"Oh, of course such a beautiful dress belongs to my old man. You young brats just stay away, this dress belongs to me." The voice was like a green pine tree, and it gave people a sense of relief. A solemn feeling made people sit upright involuntarily.Although the content of these words is a little blunt, it doesn't affect anything.

After the sound fell, someone followed the source of the sound and looked over. It was fine if they didn't look at it. After a look, everyone showed a distorted expression on their faces that could not be described in words.

This is, what kind of old man is this.Her waist-length black hair was braided into eight braids, big and small, like twisted braids soaked in oil, revealing a shiny forehead.A pair of small eyes, like a mouse, seem to have a green light in their wretched eyes.Underneath the thick rosacea nose, there is a pile of black beards, and the position of the mouth cannot be seen at all.Sitting there, he looked about 1.7 meters tall by visual inspection. The whole person looked like a fish that had just landed and was about to die of lack of water, exhaling heavily.

Such a person, no matter what, people can't connect him with the majestic and solemn voice before.This is simply an insult to that voice.

"Why, haven't you seen a handsome man?" Enjoying the gazes of the people around him, that majestic voice uttered again from this wretched man's body.