Chapter 17 - My Line Connect To The Demon World - NovelsTime

My Line Connect To The Demon World

Chapter 17

Author: fen nu da shu
updatedAt: 2025-04-20

Back to school.

    Ye Fan is naturally interrogated by his brother.

    "Old three, what did you and Liu Da school flower do?"

    "Have you gone on a date?"

    "Where is it going? Is there a home run?"

    The problems of several people are very explicit.

    His face is ambiguous, like a fool.

    "You think too much. I''m just going to treat her grandfather."

    "No?"

    "No more."

    There was a burst of disappointment.

    "Old three, not everyone can have the opportunity to get along with Liu Xiaohua alone. You can cherish it after you get it well. You can''t waste it like this."

    "If you do this again in the future, don''t say it''s our brother."

    Ye Fan didn''t have a good way: "don''t you advise? As far as I know, you haven''t made a girlfriend yet."

    Yue Peng snorted coldly.

    "I''m looking for true love. What do you know? Besides, I''m so cute that I don''t look up to ordinary people."

    "That''s right. The old four''s requirements are quite high."

    Wang Shucong flattered.

    Ye Fan glanced at his mouth: "yes, it''s high in the sky! It''s said that there are two requirements, the first is living and the second is female."

    "Ha ha ha!"

    Everyone burst into laughter.

    Instead, he made Yue Peng blush.

    "Third brother, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated. I''ll fight with you!"

    "We should not only avenge the insult, but also the robbery of roast cold noodles."

    The two tore and beat together.

    Although Yue Peng is a little fat man, he is very big.

    But ye fan was transformed by pill.

    It can be said that he is strong.

    After a few rounds, he fell to the ground and couldn''t even move.

    "Third brother, I''m convinced! I admit defeat!"

    "Old three, why are you so strong?"

    Wang tore Cong''s face with horror.

    They used to wrestle together.

    Although Ye Fan is tall, he is weak.

    Is an object of abuse.

    Now I didn''t expect that he even won the heavyweight player in the bedroom.

    "Hehe, I''ve sharpened a sword for ten years, but I haven''t tried the frost blade. Have you seen Jiangcheng at 3 a.m.?"

    "The rising sun reflects my sweating back. That''s my dying youth."

    Ye Fan looked up 45 degrees into the sky.

    Enjoy their own purity.

    "Shit, what a fart!"

    "So, did you practice secretly during the holiday?"

    "Of course."

    Ye Fan lifted his clothes and eight delicate abdominal muscles were exposed in front of several people.

    "Hiss!"

    Several people took a breath, and their eyes were full of envy.

    That''s awesome.

    The highest state of body is to look thin in clothes and have meat in strip.

    Ye Fan showed these eight words incisively and vividly.

    ……

    Two days passed peacefully.

    Liu Ruyan drove to pick up Ye Fan.

    She pouted and a trace of resentment crossed her face.

    "I''m going to be your full-time driver these two days."

    "You don''t want to drive me? That''s a good feeling. I''ll go back. Please explain to old Liu."

    Ye Fan is going to get off.

    Without hesitation.

    "Ye Fan, come back."

    The deep resentment in Liu Ruyan''s eyes is deeper.

    Like a little bitch.

    Why is this man so confused.

    Her words are complaining about Ye Fan. She is obviously being coquettish.

    This straight steel man can''t even see through this.

    "You said you didn''t want to drive me."

    "Sit down!"

    Liu Ruyan was angry.

    I stepped on the accelerator and almost stepped on the fuel tank.

    The car roared.

    Gallop away.

    On the way, Liu Ruyan suddenly turned and stopped, with several drifts occasionally mixed in the middle.

    She used to be a racing fan.

    The people in her car either spin or vomit.

    Liu Ruyan turns to look at Ye Fan.

    His face was indifferent without any discomfort.

    Hum, see when you can hold on.

    ten minutes later.

    The car stopped at the door of the auction.

    Liu Ruyan got out of the car and almost fell to the ground.

    Ye Fan is still quick eyed and quick to help her.

    "You... Are you okay?"

    "It''s all right."

    Ye Fan shrugged.

    There is a hint of education in the discourse.

    "If you are in poor health, don''t learn from others in the future. You make yourself so uncomfortable. Why?"

    "You..."

    "Well, let''s hurry in."

    Ye Fan shook his head.

    Murmured at the corners of his mouth.

    "I thought I was a king, but I didn''t expect it to be a black iron."

    "The world is going down."

    Liu Ruyan clenched his small fist and made two gestures behind Ye Fan.

    I want to beat him on the chest.

    It''s annoying to talk.

    But I have to marvel.

    Ye Fan''s physical quality is really good.

    Enter the venue.

    It is almost the same as that in the TV play.

    Hundreds of seats were almost full.

    Everyone has a bidding card in his hand.

    At this time, a strong voice came.

    The price of a collection has exceeded eight million.

    Liu Lao''s position is in front.

    Ye Fan and Liu Ruyan walked slowly down the neutral gear.

    ……

    "Lao Liu, do you like this [Laisu tie] very much? Ha ha, I don''t want you to be happy."

    "Don''t be complacent, Lao sun. I''m bound to win this time."

    The auction was heavily advertised.

    There are two handwritten calligraphy notes written by Wang Xizhi, one is "Laisu post" and the other is "Ping An post".

    Liu Lao''s purpose is also very clear. He came for them.

    I just didn''t expect to encounter a stumbling block.

    He is also an old director of the enterprise.

    The man named Lao sun has no financial resources to lose to him, and he is even a little higher.

    After all, Liu Lao has delegated power.

    But Lao sun didn''t.

    "Zhang song, are you sure this word is true?"

    Old Liu looked at a middle-aged man beside him.

    The man is a famous expert in calligraphy and painting.

    Although Liu Lao found Ye Fan, he didn''t make a promise.

    You can''t count on him completely.

    You can only find another expert to escort you.

    "Don''t worry, old Liu. This auction is absolutely authentic."

    "Oh? Why are you so sure?"

    Look at old Liu hesitating.

    Zhang Song looked very determined.

    "Of course I''ve done my homework! Wang Xizhi''s handwriting is exquisite, his strokes are natural and elegant, and his strokes are euphemistic and implicit, just like flowing clouds and flowing water."

    "This picture can be said to show this incisively and vividly."

    "Wang Xizhi is a master of calligraphy. Who can have such a realm except him?"

    This calligraphy post wants to capture at least ten million.

    No one''s money came from the wind.

    It''s easy to say when you buy an authentic work.

    If you buy an imitation, even Liu Lao will hurt his muscles and bones.

    But I heard that.

    Liu Lao finally made up his mind.

    "OK, I''ll take it down."

    "Ten million."

    "Liu Lao asks for 10 million. Is there any bidding?"

    At this time, Ye Fan came late.

    Seeing ye fan, Liu Lao''s eyes smiled.

    "Xiao Fan, come here quickly and see if this painting is true or false."

    Ye Fan will fart.

    I didn''t wait for him to speak.

    Zhang Song frowned on one side.

    There are rules in any industry.

    You can''t find two people.

    This shows a distrust of him.

    "Liu Lao, what do you mean?"

    "Oh, Zhang song, don''t worry."

    "Xiao Fan is one of my younger generation. Let him come just for fun."

    Zhang Song snorted coldly.

    "Liu Lao, you can play, but I don''t want to hear anything about this word, otherwise I will think you don''t trust me."

    His voice is loud.

    Attracted a lot of attention.

    This made Liu Lao''s face a little uneasy, and it was cold at that time.

    Ye Fan also frowned.

    The man''s reaction is a little too big.

    "Ha ha, Lao Liu, did you take it off? It''s killing me."

    "Since there''s something wrong with you, I''ll take this picture."

    "My name is fifteen million."

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