Princess Against the World

Just about to turn around, Ling Luoyu opened the door like a convulsion: "By the way, how is our business these few days?!"

"I came to you just to talk about it! It's okay if you don't mention it, but if I mention it, I'll be annoyed... These days, there are a lot of door-to-door consultations, but I haven't made a single deal!"

"Why?!"

Fatty Feng became more and more speechless: "Why? Of course it's because we have no reputation!"

For those guests who come to consult, it is more like coming with a curious mood.

They asked a lot of questions, but in the end, without exception, they patted their butts and left.

"Some people wanted to ask us to do things, but in the end they all backed down! Third young master, money is a trivial matter, and these people are afraid that we will not be good at doing things and ruin their big business...So, after hesitating, one by one They are all hesitant!"

Feng Chenglin took out an account book.

"Third Young Master, look at our expenses these days, it's just sitting and eating! You..."

"I see!"

Before he could finish talking, Ling Luoyu's door closed again.

Feng Chenglin was rejected again, and became more and more speechless.

"Damn, can't you just listen to me?!"

There was no response to the voice of protest, which made Feng Chenglin really want to kick the door.

But there is evil heart, but there is no courage!

It's not that easy to kick Ling Luoyu's door!

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The main ferry in the dim night was as silent as a dead city.

People here live by coolies, most of them rest at sunset, and cocks crow, so in the middle of the night, there is no sound here, and it is very quiet.

The red lantern at the entrance of the mercenary union was like the eyes of a beast, jumping and flickering.

In the backyard, Ling Luoyu, dressed in black, flashed out of the door and silently swept towards the roof.

Under the cold wind, she flashed towards the trading house.

After a few breaths, it landed on the ridge of the roof, sinking down like a wild cat, motionless.

With her eyes moving, she locked on to a room on the second floor, where there was still a faint candlelight flickering.

Silently falling into the ridge, she lifted a roof tile.

Under the candlelight, Jiang Yan was dressed in black and was covering his face with a black scarf.

Ling Luoyu wanted to laugh.

Such a coincidence?

She wanted to visit the trading company at night to find information about the Blood Mansion, but she didn't expect him to come out too.

After tidying up, Jiang Yan didn't even extinguish the candles, so he rushed out of the room impatiently.

Seeing no one around, he dodged towards the direction of the Mercenary Union.

Ling Luoyu almost burst out laughing!

What a coincidence! !

She was here, but he was unambiguous and killed her lair.

"Kill and kill! Look at the two of us, who is the final winner!"

Amidst the laughter, she turned over and jumped into the room.

All the mercenary unions are false accounts.

But she firmly believed that there was absolutely real material in Jiang Yi's room.

As the sub-helm of the recluse Blood Palace, there must be something she wants here.

The room is very simple, and the furniture can be described as simple, but a mahogany carved bed is full of luxury.

Ling Luoyu's eyes fell on the bed, and then turned to the surroundings.

Everything here looks normal, but not normal.

Normally, this is what a home looks like.

Oddly, there is no sense of home here.

This room, as if no one has lived in it, has no smell.

Everyone has a unique body odor.

Whenever someone has lived in a room, it must leave a unique atmosphere.