Nangong Yan had noticed her since Qian Qi blew He Qizhi up into the sky.
Although she moved in front of He Qizhi very quickly, the strength she showed so far was not enough to throw him to such a high position.
Even when Qian Qi said that she was a spiritual awakener and slapped He Qizhi twice in the air, Nangong Yan did not believe that it was her spiritual power that was used to attack her.
Although she didn't know exactly what was helping her, she showed ruthlessness and resistance when facing He Qizhi, brazenly shouting that no one could control her life, and the moment when she faced him like a stray wild cat sensing danger. His vigilance made him take a keen interest in her.
He stared at her intently, and his eyes were like a whirlpool that sucked people in, and one couldn't help but explore.
He raised his lips and asked, "What about you?"
"My name is Chen Tong, nice to meet you, handsome guy."
Qian Qi betrayed his enemy calmly, then looked down at He Qizhi who was about to struggle, and slapped him hard with his backhand, "Did I tell you to move?"
He Qizhi: Huh...
"Classmate Chen, He Qizhi is the heir to the He family after all. Let go of him first." Nangong Yan's slender hand gently held the gold frame of his glasses, and said with a smile on his thin lips, "I guarantee that he will not treat you again in the future. do what."
Qian Qi raised her hands as if thinking deeply. She did not dare to leave directly. Nangong Yan had an extremely dangerous aura about him. She was afraid that he would notice that she had investigated him, so she did not dare to show any signs of knowing him. She could only try her best not to Looks like you care.
So she took out the two daggers from He Qizhi's palm, wiped the blood from the knife edges on his yellow sweater, and said generously, "In that case, for your sake, I won't hit him."
"Thank you." Nangong Yan thanked him very politely, then squatted down elegantly and took out a pack of hemostatic medicine from his suit pocket.
Qian Qi glanced at him, he looked familiar, "Hey, you guys also use magic potions?"
Nangong Yan's eyes as deep as the abyss swept across Qian Qi's face, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, "You guys?"
Qian Qi's little face showed a bright smile, and his expression showed no flaws. "In this world, the Nangong family who can appear here must be the Nangong family of the seven great families, right?"
She pointed at Sikong Wang, who was a little restless behind her, and Su Ang, who had been staring at her and Nangong Yan, and said in a relaxed tone, "They can use it too."
Nangong Yan glanced at Sikong Wang and Su Ang with a half-smile, then slowly looked back and explained, "The magic potions are very useful. The seven major families have ordered a lot of hemostatic potions from the Magic Plant Research Institute."
"The potions from the Magic Plant Research Institute are a few percent less effective." Qian Qi covered his lips and whispered, "I have a few packs of extremely effective potions here that can not only heal wounds in one second, but also You can’t even see the scars, and it only costs 300,000 yuan a pack!”
Nangong Yan paused slightly with his fingers holding the potion bag, and then looked at Qian Qi meaningfully, "...the price is not cheap."
"Hey! You don't have to pay for it!" Qian Qi pointed at He Qizhi, who was lying next to him groaning in pain, "Let him buy it."
He Qizhi:?
Nangong Yan lowered his eyes and glanced at He Qizhi, then opened his thin lips and agreed, "Very good."
He Qizhi:...
He Qizhi willingly bought the 300,000 pack of potion, and even watched Qian Qi skillfully turn on his optical brain. In order to take care of his beaten face, which could not be scanned to pay, He Qizhi even deliberately and considerately After asking for his payment password, he paid 900,000 yuan.
"Classmate He..." Qian Qi received the money, put her ugly face on his forehead, and said affectionately, "Do you remember my name?"
"..." He Qizhi closed his eyes tightly, not knowing whether he didn't want to or didn't dare to look at her face again.
"Speak!" Qian Qi hit his head hard with his head.
"Woo..." He Qizhi cried out in pain, "Your name is Chen Tong..."
"Hmm~" Qian Qi nodded with satisfaction and threw three packets of magic powder to Nangong Yan, "Just apply it on him. I'm sure the medicine will cure the disease."
Nangong Yan glanced at He Qizhi.
He Qizhi curled up like a mourning heir, took the potion powder himself, and said tremblingly, "I'll apply it myself, I'll just apply it myself."
Seeing that He Qizhi was so afraid of Nangong Yan, Qian Qi became increasingly wary of Nangong Yan. He was about to leave quickly when his arm was suddenly held lightly by the other party.
She paused for a moment, then turned her head and narrowed her eyes with a smile, "Handsome, is there anything else you can do?"
"Your face." Nangong Yan took out a clean white handkerchief from the black suit pocket on the upper left side with his slender fingers, and handed it to her with a smile, "Wipe it, it's bloody."
Qian Qi wiped her face and then remembered that she had just wiped He Qizhi's blood on her face. She really wanted to refuse Nangong Yan's handkerchief. After all, she didn't want to come into contact with someone who was too dangerous, but...
It seems that Nangong Yan’s intimate clothing can be sold for a high price of 30 million on the Internet! ! !
Qian Qi stared at Nangong Yan's handkerchief, struggling for a moment in his heart.
Collect, or collect?
System: [...Money is perverted, you don’t want to sell someone else’s handkerchief, do you? 】
"How could it be! Am I the kind of pervert with no moral bottom line?" Qian Qi looked upright, then reached out and took Nangong Yan's handkerchief.
System: [...heh, woman, heh, Qian Qi. 】
"I don't need to wash it off and return it to you, right?" Qian Qi confirmed hopefully.
"If you want to find an excuse to see me again, of course..." Nangong Yan curled his lips and smiled, but before he finished speaking, Qian Qi said happily, "Great, then I won't pay you back, thank you, great people!"
After saying that, she held her handkerchief and hurried to Su Ang and Sikong Wang.
Nangong Yan:...
Seeing Qian Qi running eagerly to leave, an imperceptible evil light flashed through Nangong Yan's slightly narrowed peach blossom eyes under his gold-rimmed lenses.
Are you a good person...
He couldn't help but look down at He Qizhi, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, with a faint sneer on his lips.
He was indeed a good man once, but...
What's more important than living?
These dirty people will eventually be trampled under his feet and pay the price for doing whatever they wanted in front of him.
"Classmate Qiqi..." Seeing Qian Qi come back, Sikong Wang breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Nangong warily, and then whispered, "Are you okay? Never come into contact with that person in the future, it's very dangerous."
Qian Qi took out a bottle of mineral water from his travel bag, squatted on the ground and sprinkled the water on his hands very frugally, wiped the blood on his face, then raised his head and asked, "How dangerous is it?"
Sikong Wang was silent for a moment, "He... is the youngest son of the Nangong family."
Qian Qi couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. She knew that the Nangong family was the only aristocratic family whose main family had two descendants. Nangong Yan also had an older brother named Nangong Xu.
And the one named Nangong Xu...
How should I put it? It was indeed popular for a while and was considered the second strongest heir to the family after Su Ang. However, I don’t know when the halo disappeared. Instead, the youngest son Nangong Yan suddenly rose up because of his outstanding performance. With his beautiful appearance and considerable strength, he has become a figure that people talk about.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be 30 million for a handkerchief, hehehe, hehehe...
Qian Qi stared at the white handkerchief placed on the travel bag with a blood-red word "banquet" embroidered on one corner, and couldn't help but smile.
Sikong Wang:......
Sikong Wang was worried: "Classmate Qiqi, you won't fall in love with Nangong Yan at first sight, will you?"
Not even willing to wipe his face with his personal handkerchief? !
