books44 Chapter 272 Pretending to be Mysterious
Chapter 272 Pretending to be Mysterious
Chapter 272 Pretending to be Mysterious
The manager of Boyaxuan did not know who Mr. Yuanshan was. Only if Mr. Yuanshan himself was willing to appear would it be possible. Those who went there did not know where to look for him.
"The time hasn't come yet, Your Highness, please wait a moment," the manager of Boyaxuan said, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of his throat.
The tall, aloof man before me is none other than the King Jiang, a veteran of countless battles! He's not the prince or marquis I usually encounter!
It is said that this man has the blood of countless people on his hands, and he kills without any reason, just by chopping!
He only has one life, which isn't enough for this guy to kill.
Huangfu Qian did not deliberately release his aura, nor did he deliberately restrain it. No one present, whether it was the shop assistants in Boyaxuan or the scholars and commoners watching, dared to utter a sound.
The late summer they were waiting for had actually arrived much earlier.
The teahouse across the street from Boyaxuan, in a private room on the second floor—
Xia Mo was in a private room on the second floor of the teahouse.
She planned to use her divine sense to operate the two insect-shaped live streaming systems.
One is a dormant live streaming system, its program is just a rigid machine, requiring little effort from her; the other is a live streaming system with 99% energy remaining.
To operate it, you have to negotiate with the program, which has some self-awareness.
The You family head failed in his mission, and the live streaming system entered self-destruct mode. The system was still reminding the You family head to stay away from people, which shows that this program, which has some self-awareness, still cares about human life and death.
She seized on this point and persuaded them to give it a try.
If that doesn't work, she has a second option.
The system brutally and directly drained 79% of its energy, causing the second live-streaming system to also fall into a dormant mode without any independent consciousness.
Xia Mo used her divine sense to convey to the second live streaming system that she wanted to save everyone in this world.
The second live streaming system hesitated for only a moment before opening its system operation center, allowing Xia Mo's consciousness to enter.
"I see……"
The live-streaming system, with its abundant energy, allowed her to continuously collect four threads of fortune. She then used her divine sense to guide the fortune threads of Li, Lan, Zheng, and Chen back to herself...
Done!
at the same time--
Those outside Boyaxuan began cautiously complaining to Huangfu Qian.
“Your Highness, Ms. Yuanshan has not arrived yet, which is a sign of disrespect to you.”
The person speaking was so nervous that his heart was about to jump out of his throat, especially... the moment his gaze met Huangfu Qian's cold, hawk-like eyes, he felt as if his heart was about to explode from his chest.
The person who stepped forward to complain at this time was also arranged by someone with ulterior motives, with the aim of provoking Huangfu Qian and making him take action against Mr. Yuanshan.
Huangfu Qian's gaze was cold because of the approaching summer.
The person who stepped forward thought he had achieved his goal and hurriedly shrank back into the crowd.
At that moment, Xia Mo, wearing a silver mask that revealed only her eyes, emerged from the second floor of the teahouse.
At the end of summer, she put on a silver mask, hiding her entire face behind it except for her eyes, and then jumped down from a private room on the second floor of the teahouse.
Her clothes fluttered, like a fairy gracefully descending.
"Ah! Someone jumped off a tall building!"
Passersby near the teahouse were momentarily stunned, but then panicked and shouted out.
It startled those who lived near the teahouse.
The teahouse manager also rushed out of the teahouse, shouting, "What's going on? What's going on?!"
"Why did you jump from the teahouse in Zizaixia, young lady?" The innkeeper asked anxiously, looking at Xia Mo who had stopped standing.
Xia Mo glanced back at the shopkeeper, then tiptoed and leaped into the air, flying towards Boyaxuan as if she were flying.
As she fell, the pale yellow gauze on Xia Mo's body contrasted beautifully with the white gauze, fluttering in the air.
Xia Mo's gaze was fixed on Huangfu Qian, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, as if asking Huangfu Qian: Am I good-looking?
Huangfu Qian instinctively reached out, but suppressed his instincts and just watched Xia Mo land in front of him.
"Young lady, you're pretty, but we were here first. How could you cut in front of us?"
Among the onlookers, someone shouted loudly at Xia Mo.
As summer ended, she stood still, one hand behind her back, and turned to face the crowd of onlookers. With every gesture, she exuded an ethereal aura, as if she might take flight at any moment.
“My name is Yuanshan,” Xia Mo said, flipping her hand to reveal a Tianhuang seal that represented her identity.
The manager of Boyaxuan was slightly taken aback at first, then realized what was going on, and hurriedly stepped forward to carefully take the seal and examine it.
"Yes, this is definitely Mr. Toyama's seal!"
The manager of Boyaxuan nodded.
"Wasn't it said that Ms. Toyama was an old...grandmother with white hair?!"
A gasp rang out from the crowd. Actually, the person who shouted meant to say "old lady," but was too embarrassed to actually say it out loud in front of the ethereal Xia Mo.
"Mr. Toyama, why are you wearing a mask?"
Some of the onlookers raised questions.
Xia Mo looked at the manager of Boyaxuan and asked, "Has anyone discovered the clever ideas in the three paintings?"
The manager of Boyaxuan clasped his hands in a fist salute and replied, "Only Prince Jiang noticed it; the other two paintings do not."
Xia Mo nodded, and then she raised her hand, and the painting hanging on the wall seemed to come to life and fly into her hand.
At the end of summer, he rolled up the scroll of calligraphy and painting and sent it to Huangfu Qian.
Huangfu Qian looked at Xia Mo, who was wearing a silver mask, and felt a little complicated. He didn't know what to say, so he simply clasped his hands in a fist and accepted the painting.
"Wow……"
"Mr. Toyama just demonstrated a skill that involved telekinesis?!"
Among the onlookers, some of those who had cooperated immediately raised questions.
Summer's ending now requires maintaining an air of mystery, so of course, I can't go back.
Huangfu Qian looked at Xia Mo, who was three steps away. When Xia Mo landed just now, he had the illusion that she would fall directly into his arms. But now... the ethereal aura emanating from Xia Mo did make her look very fairy-like, but the feeling he got was that he was very close to her, yet very far away.
Rationally, he knew that Xia Mo was deliberately trying to create this effect to attract more attention from the live streaming system, but his heart was filled with an unease that was beyond his control.
“Since no one has figured out what these two paintings are, let’s auction them off,” the manager of Boyaxuan said, standing next to Xia Mo, feeling inexplicably ashamed of himself.
What's the bottom price?
"In the form of a blind auction, the bid depends on how you all perceive the value of these two paintings. Then, the person whose price is similar to that of Mr. Yuanshan will be chosen to buy these two paintings," the manager of Boyaxuan always glanced at Xia Mo before speaking, as if only in this way could he show respect for Xia Mo.
“Next, Boyaxuan will give everyone a blank slip of paper. Write down the price and your claim mark, then drop it into this wooden box,” Boyaxuan manager shouted after glancing at Xia Mo again.
"Since Mr. Yuanshan has already set a price, why bother with such a hypocritical gesture?"
The crowd immediately erupted in jeers.
Xia Mo casually raised his hand.
The person who made the jeer cried out "Ouch!" and his legs went weak, causing him to kneel down.
In that instant, the scene was so quiet that you could almost hear the wind blowing through the long street.