Chapter 921: Your heart is like my heart

Chapter 922: Your heart is like my heart

Return?

"If I want in return, you are my wife?"

A smile appeared on Zhuo Bufan's face, his eyes looked straight at Miao Xin, and his eyes contained the smell of doting, tolerance, and happiness.

Miao Xin was stunned for a moment, and then the two willow leaf brows were gathered together, and her heartbeat began to speed up. Her eyes were also looking at Zhuo Bufan’s eyes. She could feel many things in Zhuo Bufan’s eyes, and those things seemed to be Touched her heart.

She could feel the sincerity in Zhuo Bufan's eyes, but at the same time she was resisting that sincerity, because in her opinion, the sincerity in Zhuo Bufan's eyes was for his wife, not because of herself.

There was even a trace of jealousy in her heart, and even she herself didn't know why that jealousy appeared.

"Zhuo Bufan, I am not your wife, maybe I look a lot like your wife, but that doesn't mean you can impose your love for her on me, do you understand?" Miao Xin looked at me seriously His white palms were slightly curled, and the sharp nails pierced into the palms, and the pain caused by him constantly stimulated her nerves, keeping her a little awake.

"Yeba, have you really forgotten me?"

Zhuo Bufan frowned, staring at her deeply.

"Have you forgotten the things we used to get married, which made you feel wronged? Forget about us adopting ferrets together, forgetting that we went to Wuzhen to play together, have you left the bag of tips on the wishing tree?"

With that said, Zhuo Bufan took out a red kit, which was taken after he left Jinzhou and went to Wuzhen on purpose.

Miao Xin looked at his expression, felt a trace of distress for this infatuated man, and subconsciously took the kit. After opening it, there was only a note in it, which read:

May your heart resemble my heart, and you will surely live up to love!

When she saw these words, there was a momentary blank in Miao Xin's head, because these Juanjuan handwritings were very similar to her notes, or exactly the same.

But she couldn't remember the existence of ‘this matter’ at all.

"Is this also a coincidence?" Miao Xin's palm trembled slightly while holding the kit, and the ferrets mentioned by Zhuo Bufan also existed.

"You just have amnesia, you don't remember me. I will definitely find a way to remind you of the past." Zhuo Bufan grabbed Miaoxin's tender little hand, with a worried expression on his face, "and you are in Miaoxue Shrine, they will harm you."

Miao Xin came back to her senses, and suddenly threw Zhuo Bufan's hand away, took a deep breath, all the emotions on her face suddenly disappeared cleanly, and her icy complexion was restored, "Zhuo Bufan, what you said to me I don’t know if it’s true or not, but...I don’t allow you to slander my master."

A painful color was wiped across Zhuo Bufan's pupils.

He also understood that it was not enough to come up with a kit to make Miaoxin believe what he said.

"You gave this ring to me last time, and now it's back to you." Miao Xin took out a small silver ring and prepared to hand it to Zhuo Bufan.

"If you are still grateful that I saved you last time, just hold this ring." Zhuo Bufan said suddenly.

From the look in his eyes, Miao Xin saw a resolute attitude, hesitated for a moment, and took the ring back.

Watching Miaoxin leave, Zhuo Bufan clenched his fists. It seemed that Miaoxue Divine Palace’s conspiracy had to be dismantled before Miaoxin could believe his words. As for the thing that restores her memory, all the chills in Miaoxin’s body must be taken. Force it out, and then disperse the exercises practiced in the Miaoxue Divine Palace.

Back in the box, Ye Beichen saw the sad look on Zhuo Bufan's face and said, "Brother Zhuo, she doesn't believe what you said?"

"Well, she has lost her memory now. I want her to believe what I said right away. It's a bit difficult. It has to be done with the conspiracy of Miaoxue Divine Palace." Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth.

"Haha, Miaoxue Shrine claims to be a decent sect. In fact, it's dirty work. If Brother Zhuo wants to sign Miaoxue Shrine, remember to bring me." Ye Beichen took a sip of wine, his face was excited. Obviously this guy is afraid of not being chaotic.

Few people came to participate in the auction at this Jiashi auction. Many of them were magicians, martial arts masters, and even some disciples who came out of the hidden gate. Almost no ordinary people participated in this auction, and the auctioned items There are also some magical artifacts, materials, spiritual grass, and so on.

"Brother Zhuo, I remember that there was an elixir on auction today. I wonder if you are interested?" Ye Beichen said suddenly.

"What kind of spirit grass?" Zhuo Bufan frowned, and now he doesn't pay attention to ordinary spirit grass.

"Silver Snow Grass." Ye Beichen said.

Silver snow grass is not considered to be the most precious spiritual grass, but its output is very scarce. It only grows in extremely cold places, and the growth conditions are very harsh, but the effect is somewhat tasteless, only the practice of ice type and fire type. The monks of the practice need to use this kind of spiritual grass.

Zhuo Bufan knew that Ye Ziqin was the body of nine yin. Although Yinxuecao was also an ice type spirit grass, it could convert the ice poison in the body into ice energy, which relieved Ye Ziqin's condition.

"I want this silver snow grass." Zhuo Bufan squeezed his fist.

However, just like Zhuo Bufan’s guess, this auction was different. The auction used was not ordinary goods, but spirit stones. One high-grade spirit stone is equal to one hundred middle-grade spirit stones, and one middle-grade spirit stone. Equal to one hundred low-grade spirit stones.

Although the silver snow grass is scarce, there are few monks that can be used, so there are not many people competing for it. Ye Beichen estimates that the price is at most one high-grade spiritual stone, even the hidden spiritual stone is extremely rare. After all, with one piece less than one piece, Yu Lanxing's resources are exhausted, and it is impossible to mine spirit ore.

Even Ye Beichen only had three high-grade spirit stones. Zhuo Bufan robbed Wu Yue, Yao Lei, and Ouyang Xinghe. He now has seven high-grade spirit stones and hundreds of medium-grade low-grade spirit stones on him. Suddenly became a rich man.

"This time the auction is Silver Snow Grass, with a starting price of ten middle-grade spirit stones."

The auctioneer stood on the stage and spoke, and on the tray next to it was a herbal medicine covered with crystal-clear ice flowers. The whole body exuded a faint white smoke, which could be felt even from a long distance. There was a hint of chill in it.

"Thirty middle-grade spirit stones." Suddenly a voice resounded throughout the auction house.

Ye Beichen frowned, "Brother Zhuo, Qingxuan seems to want to buy Silver Snowgrass too."

"A high-grade spirit stone." Zhuo Bufan said lightly. Anyway, the things were snatched, and I didn't feel distressed when using it.

"Local tyrant." Ye Beichen was stunned. In his opinion, Silver Snow Grass was not needed by many people, and it was estimated that it would not exceed the price of 80 middle-grade spirit stones. He did not expect that Zhuo Bufan would be a top-grade spirit stone.

In the other box, Qing Xuan frowned, his face a little gloomy.