He didn't believe it, his eldest brother and sister-in-law didn't crack anything.

Shang Xu, this kid is so lucky.

And that little white face.

At first glance, he is a liar.

Thinking of the hand he had just had.

The color of the Shangyi plane is distorted.

"Luo Daoyou, my virtuous nephew, the anger on my body is constantly escaping, and I can't find any reason."

Zhang Dao led Luo Mio into the room.

Looking at lying on the wide black bed.

He was stiff and pale.

A man with the breath of death above his head.

Sigh heavily.

Luo Mio looked away.

The man's facial features are very sharp.

Even if he falls asleep like this, people dare not underestimate the momentum on his body.

Retract your gaze and look around.

The gaze falls on one place.

A small table sits by the floor-to-ceiling window.

The small table was filled with tea trays, teapots, and cups.

Walk over with your feet up.

Pick up a cup.

No dust.

It should be used regularly.

"Luo Daoyou, what are you?"

Zhang Daoquan saw his movements, followed over, and asked suspiciously.

He'd checked everything in this room.

There is nothing wrong with that.

Don't?

Luo Mio put the cup down, lifted the teapot and poured a glass of water.

Pick up the cup again.

Shang Yiping saw this scene when he came in, and his face changed slightly.

Hurriedly ran over, his voice sharp.

"What are you doing, little white face, trying to covet my antiques? Put it down for me. ”

Reaching out to grab the teacup from Luo Mio's hand.

Luo Mio turned away from the way.

Shang Yiping didn't stop, his inertia was facing forward, and he fell into the sofa.

Old Man Shang was short of breath when he saw this.

The crutches slammed on the ground and glared at Shang Yiping.

Speechless in anger.

How could he have such a son.

Zhang Daoquan also frowned.

How could Yoshihei be so rude.

Luo Mio glanced at the person who was screaming, playing with the teacup.

The voice said lightly.

"The people behind this curtain are really cautious in their methods, and they can't do it with cold water."

"What are Luo Daoyou talking about, there is something wrong with this cup?"

Zhang Daoquan picked up a cup and poured water.

There's nothing special.

Or is it just his cup?

Luo Mio didn't answer, but used Xuan Li to heat the water in the cup.

Then hand it to the other person.

"Zhang Tianshi, take a look."

Zhang Daoquan took it and was about to ask.

Immediately serious face.

This cup, after being poured with hot water, actually came out with dead air.

This...

"How's it going, did you find a problem?"

As soon as the old man Shang came over, he hurriedly stepped forward.

He looked excited.

His grandson just couldn't find the cause, so he kept dragging it out.

Rao is a master like Zhang Daoquan, and he can't be cured.

Right now.

"Dad, he must be lying to you, this set of antiques has always been there, why was he fine before."

"Just tell you that they are all swindling, you have to listen, hurry up and hand over the things to me."

Shang Yiping said and reached out to grab it again.

The action is urgent.

Zhang Daoquan didn't pay attention, and he snatched the cup away.

Put it in the tea tray and pick it up whole.

Watch them warily.

"Don't want to pay attention to this antique, it's all mine."

"You, you son of a."

The old man Shang was angry.

Picking up the crutches, he was about to greet Shang Yiping.

Shang Yiping had already prepared and hurriedly hid to the side.

Let the old man take a blank shot.

Zhang Daoquan helped the oversized old man in time and sat on the sofa.

Luo Mio glanced at Shang Yiping, who was hiding to the side.

Walk to the bedside.

I'm going to use the mystical power to probe the man's body.

As soon as he reached out, he was held.

Then a strong wave struck.

A chill on the lips.

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