"Mazi, Liang Xiang must be short of a coffin."

"Ye Lingtian, what do you mean?"

Liang Yi, who originally wanted to show off her charming eyes and charming appearance, saw the coffin enter, and immediately rushed up like a snake bite. Although Liang Xiang told her to calm down and liven up the atmosphere, facing the coffin, any normal person would inevitably feel angry in his heart.

No matter how expensive or gorgeous the coffin is, no matter who sends it, it is a coffin with unlucky signs. Therefore, Liang Yi could not suppress his anger. Ye Lingtian, who walked over with a slender finger, snorted coldly: "The more you treat your VIP, what are you treating Liang Xiang?"

At this time, Liang Xiang's wife and concubines who were discussing the displacement of the kitchen fire and the clothes were displaced, and they also stood up to cover their eyes and retreated. No one wanted to see the dark coffin at night, but Liang Xiang was calm and drunk indifferently, looking at Ye Lingtian who was getting closer and closer. Then he heard the latter smile lightly: "This is Ye Lingtian's wish."

Ye Lingtian turned his right hand gently, and the huge coffin immediately fell next to a chair, causing the entire Liangxiang Garden to thump, and countless grass clippings fell to both sides. When Liang Yi and the others subconsciously retreated, Ye Lingtian pulled the chair and sat down calmly: "Mazi said Liangxiang has nothing to do."

“This is not good.”

Ye Lingtian was like a Feng Shui master, smiling at Ruan Xin with a gloomy face: "When the water is full, the moon is full, and it will be detrimental. Doesn't it mean that Liang Xiang is missing anything? So I thought about it and came over with a coffin. The prime minister's house's gold, silver, jewelry, and wine must be complete."

Ye Lingtian pinched the tissue on the table and wiped his hands: "But I, Ye Lingtian, dared to assert that the Prime Minister's Mansion would never be able to find a coffin. In order to avoid being dragged down by the words of pockmarks, I spent a million Liang coins to make a coffin imitating Jian Chi. I was very careful and hoped that Liang Xiang would accept it with a smile."

The coffin was given to someone and the people were still accepting it with a smile. Liang Yi and the others burst out with anger in an instant. The fists subconsciously tightened and almost rushed forward. Ruan Xin even gritted his teeth at Ye Lingtian. This kid gave the coffin and gave the coffin, but he shamelessly dragged himself into the vortex, which was so sinister that he was home.

"Thank you, I like this coffin."

Liang Xiang waved his hand to stop his daughter from rushing forward, revealing the corresponding demeanor of the leader of the country: "It looks like the style and size are probably cast according to the sword cynic. Ye Lingtian, you are determined, you are right. Liang Xiang's mansion is nothing, but a coffin for dead people is missing."

Liang Xiang also talks with needles hidden in the cotton. He may not have used the coffin used by the dead. It can be Liang Yi, Ruan Xin, or Ye Lingtian. Ye Lingtian can naturally capture the meaning of it. He replied with a hearty laugh: "Just like Liang Xiang, I'm worried that it will be too small."

"Ye Lingtian, what do you mean?"

Liang Yi could no longer bear it. She moved her body and stood beside Ye Lingtian for a moment. She pointed her slender fingers at Ye Lingtian and shouted: "The coffin is too small. Do you want to transport a large coffin and put all 63 of our family in? Are you provoking our bottom line?"

Ye Lingtian shrugged his shoulders and ignored Liang Yi's fingers, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Ms. Liang, you have thought too much. There is no need to be too taboo about coffin, because everyone can use it. If you like it, it is a gift. If you don't like it, it is a coffin."
Chapter completed!