1349 Qin Xiaozong's Pursuit of Gifts 3

  Master Yan raised his eyebrows casually.

  A three-point amazement appeared between the light eyebrows, and her thin red lips were curled up in an arc of a smile but a smile, "Hey, is there someone sending me something?"

  The butler respectfully leaned forward and nodded, "Yes, the Patriarch."

  Master Yan's plain and slender fingers gently brushed his chin: Well, for so many years.

  She seems to have never received anything from someone else.

  There was a sense of novelty in my heart.

   "Let me see."

  As he said, he moved his long legs and headed to the living room.

  On the table in the living room, there is a square metal box.

  The material of the box looks very strange.

  The color of silver and black is sober and stable, but there are also some decorations that seem to be starlight.

  Master Yan squatted down and looked left and right, but didn't see where there is a switch in this box.

  Because the box is all in one.

  No gaps

  She picked up the box with one hand and shook it gently by her ear.

   "click."

   "click."

  The sound of things shaking and collision came from the box.

   Yan Tao Yinghong's thin lips pursed, her dark peach eyes gleaming, and her eyes are as bright as stars.

  Looking at this thing, it's kind of interesting.

   Is it to let him open the lock?

   is obviously testing his IQ.

  Master Yan frowned unhappily, and hugged the big metal box in a small corner.

   From time to time, he lowered his head and studied seriously.

   attracted people passing by in the living room one after another to find work-onlookers.

  One by one, the one who takes the rag takes the rag, the one who wipes the kettle, the one who wipes the kettle, and the one who sweeps the floor.

  'S eyes, but sneakingly, all drifted towards the marshal's side.

  The eyes glow, and the heart is excited.

  ——Oh, the marshal is so cute.

  ——Oh, how can it be so cute.

  -cute and handsome, do you want to kill me? !

  I only saw the white-clothed boy sitting on the ground, with the metal box placed between his legs.

  The soft black hair drooped down, almost covering the side of the boy's face, but he could still feel his seriousness.

  The people who eat melon are whispering.

  ——What is that?

  ——I heard that it was a gift the young master received this morning.

--real or fake

  ——I have been working in the Marshal’s Mansion for so many years, and I haven’t seen anyone give anything to the Marshal (except Lord Yun Kuo).

  ——Nonsense, our marshal has everything, do we need someone else to send it? !

  People who eat melon scratch their chins.

  —But this box—you said, can the marshal open it?

  ——It seems that they are all welded together, and there is not even a switch, how can it be turned on.

  The young girl snorted coldly after hearing the words: Who is our marshal, nothing can stump him!

  Five minutes passed.

  Ten minutes passed.

  Fifteen minutes passed.

  The young maid looked at the violent and handsome boy, and silently retracted the sentence.

  People are watching.

  Suddenly, Master Yan jumped up angrily.

  I saw Patriarch Yan’s handsome face, full of black energy, and a pair of peach blossom eyes seemed to contain endless anger.

  Of course, it's not just anger.

  There is still depression.

  Master Yan dragged the metal box and ran to the outside yard.

  The plain white slender index finger lightly moved, and the square box was spinning around the bright white fingertips.

  After not knowing how many turns, the boy tightened his fingers suddenly.

   "click"!

  The entire metal box underwent great pressure in an instant.

  Next second.

  One side of the box reveals a circular hole.

  The opening is extremely large, occupying nearly 1/2 of the area of ​​the box surface.

   is enough for people to see what's inside.

  (End of this chapter)