Requite?

"What if I want you to be my wife in return?"

A smile appeared on Zhuo Bufan's face, and his eyes looked straight at Miaoxin, and there was a taste of doting, tolerance, and happiness in his eyes.

Miao Xin was stunned for a moment, then the two willow eyebrows frowned together, her heartbeat began to speed up, her eyes also looked at Zhuo Bufan's eyes, she could feel many things from Zhuo Bufan's eyes, and those things seemed to touch 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.

Even there was a trace of jealousy in her heart, and even she didn't know why that jealousy appeared. "Zhuo Bufan, I'm not your wife, maybe I look very similar to your wife, but that doesn't mean that you can impose your love for her on me, do you understand?" Miao Xin looked at him seriously, his white palms curled slightly, and the sharp nails pierced into his palms

The pain, which continued to stimulate her nerves, kept her awake a little.

"Yezi, have you really forgotten me?"

Zhuo Bufan frowned, his eyes staring at her deeply.

"Have you forgotten that we once got married and made you suffer a lot of grievances? have you forgotten the fact that we adopted ferrets together, and forgot the tips you left on the wishing tree when we went to Wuzhen together?"

As he spoke, Zhuo Bufan took out a red bag, which he took down after he left Jinling.

Miaoxin looked at his expression, felt a trace of distress for this infatuated man, and subconsciously took the bag, and after opening it, there was only a note inside, which read:

May your heart be like my heart, and I will live up to my lovesickness!

When she saw these words, Miaoxin's mind went blank for a moment, because these Juanjuan's handwriting was very similar to her notes, or exactly the same.

But she couldn't remember anything about it.

"Is this also a coincidence?" Miaoxin's palm holding the bag trembled slightly, and the ferret that Zhuo Bufan said in his mouth also existed.

"You're just amnesia, you don't remember me, I'll definitely find a way to remind you of the past. Zhuo Bufan took Miaoxin's tender little hand, and his face showed a look of worry, "And you are in Miaoxue Divine Palace, they will harm you." ”

Miao Xin came back to her senses, suddenly shook off Zhuo Bufan's hand, took a deep breath, and all the emotions on her face suddenly disappeared cleanly, and returned to her cold color, "Zhuo Bufan, I don't know if what you said is true or false, but ...... I will not allow you to slander my master. ”

A look of pain crossed Zhuo Bufan's pupils.

He himself understands that taking out a bag is not enough to convince Miaoxin of what he says.

"This ring was given 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're grateful that I saved you last time, take this ring. Zhuo Bufan suddenly spoke.

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

Watching Miaoxin leave, Zhuo Bufan clenched his fists, it seemed that he had to debunk the conspiracy of Miaoxue Divine Palace in order to make Miaoxin believe his words, as for the matter of recovering her memory, she had to force out all the cold poison in Miaoxin's body, and then disperse the exercises cultivated by 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 your words?"

"Well, she has lost her memory now, and it is a bit difficult to make her believe what I said right away, and she must unravel the conspiracy of Miaoxue Shrine. Zhuo Bufan gritted his teeth.

"Haha, Miaoxue Shrine claims to be a famous and decent family, but in fact it is doing dirty deeds, if Brother Zhuo wants to hit Miaoxue Shrine, remember to bring me. Ye Beichen took a sip of wine, his face showed excitement, obviously this guy was afraid of not messing up.

There were very few people who came to participate in the auction of the Jia clan this time, many of them were magicians, martial arts venerables, and even some disciples who came out of the hidden sect, and almost no ordinary people participated in this auction conference, and the items auctioned were also some magic weapons, materials, spiritual grass, and so on.

"Brother Zhuo, I remember that there was an elixir auction today, I don't know if you are interested?" Ye Beichen suddenly said.

"What spirit grass?" Zhuo Bufan frowned, now the general spirit grass, he didn't care about it.

"Silver Snow Grass. Ye Beichen said.

Silver snow grass is not considered to be the most precious spirit grass, but the yield is very rare, it only grows in extremely cold places, and the growing conditions are very harsh, but the effect is a bit chicken, only the monks who cultivate the ice system, fire system, and exercises need to use this kind of spirit grass.

Zhuo Bufan knew that Ye Ziqin was the body of the Nine Yin, and although the silver snow grass was also an ice-type spirit grass, it could convert the cold ice poison in the body into ice-based energy, which alleviated Ye Ziqin's condition.

"This silver snow grass, I want it. Zhuo Bufan clenched his fists.

However, as Zhuo Bufan guessed, this auction was different from before, and the auction was not an ordinary ratio, but a spirit stone, a high-grade spirit stone is equal to a hundred medium-grade spirit stones, and a medium-grade spirit stone is equal to a hundred low-grade spirit stones. Although silver snow grass is scarce, but there are very few monks who can use it, so there are not many people competing for it, Ye Beichen estimates that the price is at most a high-grade spirit stone, even if it is a hidden door spirit stone, it is also an extremely rare existence, after all, with one piece less than one, now that the earth's resources are exhausted, it is impossible at all

Mining Spirit Ore.

Even Ye Beichen only had three high-grade spirit stones on his body, Zhuo Bufan robbed Wu Yue, Yao Lei, and Ouyang Xinghe, and now he had seven high-grade spirit stones on his body, and hundreds of middle-grade and low-grade spirit stones, but he suddenly became a rich man.

"This auction is Silver Snow Grass, with a starting price of ten medium-grade spirit stones. ”

The auctioneer stood on the stage and spoke, and on the tray next to him was an herb covered with crystal ice flowers, emitting a faint white cold smoke, even from a long distance, you could feel a trace of chill emanating from it.

"Thirty medium-grade spirit stones. Suddenly, a voice resounded throughout the auction room.

Ye Beichen frowned, "Brother Zhuo, Qingxuan seems to want to buy Silver Snow Grass as well. ”

"A high-grade spirit stone. Zhuo Bufan said lightly, anyway, everything was snatched, and he didn't feel distressed when he used it.

"Local tyrants. Ye Beichen was stunned for a moment, in his opinion, there were not many people who needed Silver Snow Grass, and it was estimated that it would not exceed the price of eighty medium-grade spirit stones, but he didn't expect Zhuo Bufan to make a move to be a high-grade spirit stone. In the other box, Qing Xuan frowned, his face a little gloomy.