President’s Exclusive Alchemist

"Gu Tang..." Outside, to prevent accidents, Ming Wuxiang didn't call Gu Tang's full name, but followed Li Jiahua to call Gu Ge. However, the excitement just now was a bit big, making Ming Wuxiang call Gu Tang involuntarily name.

Fortunately, there was no one around, and the voice of Ming Wuxiang was not loud.

The only Gu Tang who heard it raised his head and looked at Ming Wuxiang, not knowing why. At this time, he saw something in Ming Wuxiang's eyes... well, tangled?

"What happened?" Not knowing what happened to Ming Wuxiang, Gu Tang worriedly reached out and grasped Ming Wuxiang's hand on the wheelchair handle.

Ming Wuxiang took a deep breath, shook his head with Gu Tang, and then looked at the ceiling with a bright and sad forty-five degree angle. However, don't look at Wuxiang pretending to be sad, you don't know how to be happy from the bottom of my heart.

Rely on! Today is really good luck. I say that there is no luck. It is definitely the protagonist's halo that has not explained properly. It is said that the protagonist's halo is from him who is dead and alive, dead and alive, or Gu Tang. A real winner in life?

But it doesn't matter who it is, anyway, he only needs to know that today's good fortune is in the works! When I picked up a stone in a pile of stones, my divine consciousness actually reacted.

The reaction is a bit...

Ahem, if the piece of wool encountered before made Ming Wuxiang's consciousness shrink back, then the wool he was holding in his hand at this time was fed back in his consciousness, which meant that he was flirting.

That's right, it's flirting!

If you didn't know that the stone in your hand is a lifeless thing, Ming Wuxiang would suspect that this piece of wool would wink at him and said lightly, "Hey, handsome guy, make an appointment?"

Make an appointment! Ming Wuxiang trembles subconsciously, throwing aside the goosebumps fantasy picture in his mind.

It was really terrible. He should be thankful that the wool in his hand would not be refined and then he asked him not to ask him about this painful problem.

Although the feedback from the divine consciousness made him speechless, he thought about it, and if he had this kind of reaction, in the piece of wool he was holding, it was either water or wood.

Because only these two attributes would make him, the Mizuki Shuanglinggen, react.

Gu Tang, who did not receive an accurate response from Ming Wuxiang, could only stare at Ming Wuxiang's expression above, frowning and rolling his eyes for a while, or he was stunned, his various expressions kept changing, and he looked worried. Gu Tang left only dumbfounded.

Don't see that Wuxiang is a monk with magical power. Sometimes his reaction is really like a child. No, it's like this. But Gu Tang could see that something good should have happened, or it wouldn't make Ming Wuxiang so happy.

Since it wasn't a bad thing, he didn't need to worry anymore, quietly watching Ming Wuxiang's expression change in various emotions.

After a while, Ming Wuxiang recovered from his thoughts of hitting the luck, and when he lowered his head, he met Gu Tang's eyes intently.

In the black and white eyeballs, there is a clear reflection of himself. Ming Wuxiang can't help but be stunned for a while. I don't know if it is because of the clear reflection in his eyes or other reasons. Unable to help, Ming Wuxiang said something that had always been hidden in his heart.

"Gu Tang, has anyone said that your eyes are beautiful." Especially when focusing on certain things.

The sudden words of Ming Wuxiang made Gu Tang stunned. At this time, Ming Wuxiang finally reacted. He looked away awkwardly, coughed, and said, "Excuse me, I just lost my mind. Gu Ge, have you watched? The middle one, one hundred yuan, is really cheap."

He just spent half a million to buy a piece of wool that responds to God's consciousness, and now he picked up a piece of 100 yuan. Ming Wuxiang doesn't know whether he should be happy about his luck or depressed. Five hundred thousand is so expensive.

Of course, judging from the size of the wool and the feedback from the spiritual sense, the 500,000 piece of wool was worth it.

Gu Tang's deep gaze quietly glanced at nothing. He saw that he turned around with an excuse to look at the wool, his eyelids drooped slightly, covering the deeper and deeper gaze in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly bent upward. It's like not hearing what Ming Wuxiang just said.

Following Ming Wuxiang's words, he said with a relaxed tone: "Since Wuxiang recommended it, I'll pick one too, but Wuxiang needs to pay for the wool."

Gu Tang contacted Gu's family, but don't forget, because people from Gu's family can't take the initiative to contact him, and his mobile wallet, etc. were all dropped while escaping. When he was rescued by Ming Wuxiang and returned home, He didn't have any money on his body.

In the past few days, Gu Tang has always had no form, lived with no form, and used no form.

When Gu Tang mentioned this, Ming Wuxiang disappeared from the previous embarrassment. He smiled at the same time and slapped his chest proudly, "No problem, I have paid the hundred dollars, so I don't have to pay it back!"

"Then Dao, brother, this one hundred yuan, you also helped out by the way." Just after Ming Wuxiang finished speaking, Li Jiahua's voice came in at once, and when he turned his head and looked over, he saw that Li Jiahua had picked a piece of The big wool in the pile of stones, flatteringly, came to Ming Wuxiang.

"Think beautifully." Ming Wuxiang directly raised his hand and took a picture of Li Jiahua aside.

"Master Dao, how can you be so cruel, have you forgotten the little plum that was waiting for you in the wind and rain next to the Mala Tang shop?"

"Oh, sorry, I really forgot."

To Li Jiahua, who made a sad expression to accuse him, Ming Wuxiang's domineering president said coldly and ruthlessly.

"Puff." The two of them looked funny, not to mention Gu Tang, even the assistant who had rarely spoken could not help but laugh. Fortunately, there was no easy way to get in, or the scene would be more funny.

Li Jiahua didn't continue to make a fuss, he didn't forget that the group of them also bet with that Zhang Shao, time can't be wasted.

Finally, in Chen’s shop, Ming Wuxiang only bought a large piece of wool and a small piece. Gu Tang followed Ming Wuxiang’s meaning and picked a small piece. Li Jiahua and Yi Xing were no exception, anyway. One hundred yuan is really not expensive, and in the end only the assistant didn't start.

The big piece of wool was kept in Boss Chen's shop. As for the small piece, they were all carried in their pockets. Even the two kilograms of wool that Li Jiahua bought was carried by him in his backpack.

Ming Wuxiang didn't scan all the wool in Boss Chen's shop with God's consciousness. It was not that he didn't want it, but reality didn't allow it. The spiritual consciousness in the middle stage of gas refining is still weak and consumes a lot. It is difficult to replenish it in time in the gambling street.

So Ming Wuxiang needs to save some use, unless it is a small piece of wool like the last he bought, but even if this wool is made of the best glass imperial green, the price is not much higher. You can't even dig out a bracelet, you can only make pendants or rings, so the price is not as expensive as the bracelet.

When a group of people left Boss Chen's shop, they found someone peeping at them from time to time on the road. At first, Ming Wuxiang was very strange. He noticed that the eyes of those people were not watching Gu Tang, but watching Yixing.

When they walked into the second stone gambling shop, they finally knew why some passers-by reacted so strangely.