Prosperous advisors

Chapter 365
On the other side, both Rong Xuan and Rong Huang looked at the situation here without their own concerns, Rong Huang joked in a good mood: "Mr. Wei, it's just a chrysanthemum, it's rare that the young lady likes it, why bother? "

Wei Wuji smiled wryly, raised his hand and patted Qianling softly, stood up and bowed respectfully to the old man, and said, "Old man, please give up one more time. If there is any request, I will do my best."

The old man sneered, pointed at Qian Ling and said, "Cutting love, the old man asks you, do you like this girl?"

"It's natural." Wei Wuji said.

"Then can you kill her?"

"The old man was joking."

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "That old man can't give up love either."

Wei Wuji couldn't laugh or cry, "Old man, how can this flower be like a human?" The old man sneered, "In my eyes, that girl is not as good as my black demon."

Wei Wuji sighed, looked down at Qianling and said, "Qianling, although ink monsters are rare, they are not without them. How about we buy another one later?"

Qian Ling shook his head again and again, "No, I want this one."

Wei Wuji frowned. Although Qian Ling loved flowers, he didn't have much preference for chrysanthemums, let alone Mo Yao, whom he had never seen before.Why do you suddenly become so attached to a flower?
The old man glanced at Wei Wuji and the two with disdain, and carefully picked up his Mo Yao to leave here.

"Old man, my lord advises you to keep this black chrysanthemum. Don't go back and end up dead." Rong Jin said lazily, leaning on the chair, looking at the black chrysanthemum in the old man's hand.

"What do you mean?" The old man's eyes widened.

"Young Master Yunyin, what do you mean?" Wei Wuji said in a deep voice, Yunyin's words clearly implied that he would kill people and seize flowers afterwards.

Rong Jin snorted softly, "It's nothing interesting, just remind me casually."

Hearing Wei Wuji's voice, the old man was taken aback for a moment, apparently only then remembered that the person he had just rejected was the richest man in the world.Although it is absurd to say that killing someone for a potted flower, what is impossible in this world?The old man has lived for more than sixty years, so naturally he has no calculations in his heart.Thinking of this, I couldn't help but secretly regretted that I had sent this pot of black ink demon outside to participate in the chrysanthemum tasting meeting.

Qianling stood up, walked to the old man's house and bowed gracefully: "Old man, the little girl really likes this pot of black chrysanthemums, please give it up? If we find another black chrysanthemums in the future, we can also give them back. The old man has a pot. This black chrysanthemum...is very important to me."

The old man frowned and said: "Although this black chrysanthemum can be used for medicine, its medicinal value is not great. Other medicinal materials can also replace the medicinal effect. The only biggest difference is its poison. You girl, don't you want to use it to harm people?" Bar?"

Qian Ling quickly shook his head and said, "Qian Ling can swear that he will never use it to harm anyone, please help me, old man."

Seeing a delicate Xiao girl crying in front of him with tears in his eyes, the old man is not hard-hearted.But this ink chrysanthemum is a treasure that he has spent several years cultivating, it is really the treasure in his heart, and it cannot be exchanged for any amount of money.

Rong Jin looked at this scene with a smile, and said leisurely: "Old man, let's choose. Are you going to sell your flowers to Wei Wuji or to me? Anyway, I'm afraid you won't be able to move these flowers today."

The old man glared at him angrily. If this person hadn't suddenly snatched his flowers, there would be so much trouble.Shaking his head towards Qianling, the old man said: "This Mr. Wei is the richest man in the world. As Mr. Wei said, although the ink demon is rare, it is not unique. With Mr. Wei's ability, the girl will be able to see you in a few days. It's here. This pot of black chrysanthemums should be kept by the little old man."

Qian Ling obviously didn't see that the old man would reject her, so he was taken aback for a moment, then seeing the old man holding the flower pot and turning around to leave, he couldn't help stretching out his hand anxiously to pull the old man.The old man was over sixty years old, and it was a bit difficult to hold a large flowerpot, but she pulled one of them and bumped into the table on the side.

"careful!"

Sun Zeling, who was closest to the old man, let out a low growl, and quickly stepped forward to support the old man who was about to hit the table.But the flower pot in the old man's hand fell to the ground and shattered with a bang.

Qian Ling exclaimed, and quickly squatted down to check the Moju on the ground.Sun Zeling supported the old man who was startled and looked a bit ugly, and then turned to look at the culprit and said angrily, "What's wrong with you, woman? Is a potted flower more important than human life?"

However, Qian Ling didn't seem to hear his reprimand at all, and still lowered his head to inspect the ink chrysanthemum carefully on the ground, for fear that he might accidentally kill this precious ink chrysanthemum.

With such an attitude, even if Qian Ling is a rare beauty, it is too chilling.After all, he is an old man, even if Mr. Rong Jiu spoke arrogantly, he never touched the old man with a finger.But this seemingly delicate, kind and weak girl didn't even look at her after pushing her away, she just focused on the black chrysanthemum plant on the ground.It's really a life worth a flower.

The old man was also very frightened when Sun Zeling supported him.He had just been pulled and bumped straight towards the table without standing still. If he really hit hard, it might be a disaster.

"Old man, are you okay?" Seeing Qian Ling's actions, Wei Wuji also frowned, but now is not the time to pursue these things, the most important thing is to deal with the aftermath.

The old man glanced at Qian Ling who was squatting on the ground, and said with a sneer, "Thank you Mr. Wei for your concern, the old man is not dead yet. If you are not afraid of death, feel free to touch it with your hands?"

Qian Ling, who was anxious to reach out and send Mo Ju back to the basin, froze, raised his head and looked at Wei Wuji pitifully, "Wuji..."

Wei Wuji frowned in displeasure, and said in a deep voice, "That's enough, Qian Ling. A gentleman doesn't take away people's love. If you like Mo Ju, I'll let someone sell it to you later."

Qian Ling said with tears in his eyes, "I only want this one."

Next to her, Mu Qingyi frowned slightly, looking at what was different about the black chrysanthemum plant on the ground.Ink demons are indeed very rare, but as Wei Wuji said, as long as he wants the talents of the Wei family, he will never find them.Why does Qianling insist on this plant?If Qian Lingzhi wanted to use this to swear to the world that Wei Wuji valued him, it would be too stupid.Moreover, the anxiety in Qian Ling's eyes is not fake, this ink demon is really very important to her, and it is not the usual behavior to win Wei Wuji's love and affection.

"Qianling." Wei Wuji called lightly.Although his voice was still soft, Qian Ling, who knew him well, understood that he was already angry.But...Looking down at Moju, who looked a little bleak on the ground mixed in the mud, Qian Ling was so stubborn that he refused to speak.

(End of this chapter)