
Compared to cutting off the conversation, letting lin qingxuan pay his bills was something worse.
Look at that, Jin Huang's eyeballs were as if they could hurl fire spears. Light up and tense, stand out flirt in the plug. Oh, don't forget about that cracked fan.
Actually, instead of Li na objecting to her bill being paid, she only objected about the thing that would be the result.
A small oddity sticking out of Mr. Jin's cleavage. His jaw moved and the water soaked his throat, then he spoke. " The Golden Trumpet is not gold, silver, or copper, Miss."
Li na felt her throat shrink. "Then what?"
"For the trumpet material, it needs a xuanwu tortoise shell, I mean its size, not the original xuanwu. Then, if the sound is not filtered will cause too much dust to scatter, then there must be a net that wraps it. We use fire Phoenix feathers that are later glued to the hair of ghosts or corpses. Our clan is very common to have a good voice, so when they hear a bad voice they will curse, so we use a smooth or a tool that can beautify the sound that comes in. It's from the throat bones of the black fish. I hope it's not too hard to pay."
Yeah, it's not hard to pay, because I'm not gonna pay. I'm already in ghost town.
Not only was the glamour crazy, but the Jin Clan was also crazy which was completely insane. Totally contradicting! What the fuck? Gold Conch Trumpet, phei! Supposedly Turtle Trumpet ... What color is suitable?
Bah, the conch-shaped horn where the gold color bandages it, the shine emits a rainbow, while in it embedded a pipe that will be the source of sound. Or the big, whole snail that the snail will come out carrying a sound, like an alarm clock in his world. All of that was the main picture in li na's mind when he heard the "Golden Conch Trumpet".
In the end he was slapped with reality.
Li na's eyes lost focus. Laughter flew in the air before the answer was issued. "I'll try."
"It has to." Father and son are the same.
"Your highness, the bodies have been collected, some of them don't seem to be from our area."
Lin qili gasped, but she could still answer without "eh". "Pair the screen, show the faces of the bodies. With that, someone might know him. If it doesn't exist, it must remain buried properly."
The waiter bowed. "Good."
One goes the one back.
Their aura brought the coolness of the morning dew. Their soft green-colored Hanfu swerved at every step. Although their state was like a sweat bath, a pleasant aura still lingered.
Lin qili's eyes were clear. "Uncle!"
One figure poked out from the crowd, bringing laughter as well as a taboo to lin qili's shoulders. "Children, why are you approaching? I don't have any souvenirs."
Really, the truth is that uncle is the one who approached. Lin qili simply shook her head slowly.
The uncle said, "This big mess, how could it happen?"
Li na's face froze. Is his mouth going to smear until it foams again?
Please, please, please, please. He really wanted to squash those words. He was too tired to chirp let alone string words together. And there's potential he'll have to chirp again. How could he not complain?