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Listening to the price shouted by Feng Aoran, the playful girl in the box spoke again despite her fear: "She is going too far. She shouted such a high price all of a sudden. Although the boss has saved a lot in the dark night over the years, he can't spend it like this.

, I know you want Qiong Guo to resurrect Miss Lin in the future, but..."

"Pa--" The people in the box were naturally An Ye Ling and An Ye Thirteen, but before An Ye Thirteen finished speaking, An Ye Ling had already slapped him. On the surface, it looked like nothing, but in fact, the spiritual power was contained in the palm of his hand.

, Dark Night Thirteen was whipped and hit hard against the wall of the box. A mouthful of blood touched her face. Her face, as gentle as an immortal, instantly became as cold as the god of death. Her eyes were full of violence, deathly silence, and all kinds of things.

Negative emotions.

That name is his reverse scale. No one can mention it easily. It is a secret deep in his heart and needs to be carefully protected and preserved.

An Ye Thirteen slowly got up from the ground. Before he could stand still, An Ye Ling spoke again: "You talked too much today. Go back to Mo Country. You don't have to follow me."

"Boss, I." After saying three words, Dark Night Thirteen nodded sadly, "I understand."

An Ye Ling was the only one left in the box. He reached into his arms and carefully took out a glass bottle. There was a yellowed finger bone in the bottle. An Ye Ling held the bottle tightly against his chest.

My breathing suddenly became a little heavy.

"Zhuo'er, don't worry, no matter how difficult it is, I will find a way to resurrect you." The soft whisper was like the most alluring love words, and the cinnabar mole on An Ye Ling's forehead turned into a soft pink.

After putting the finger bones away, An Ye Ling's face turned cold again, "Ten million."

Qiong Guo has a price but no market. For those who need it, no amount of money is too much, let alone for Lin Zhuoer, money is nothing.

After being quiet for a while, Feng Aoran thought that An Ye Ling wouldn't raise the price anymore, but he didn't expect that the price doubled all of a sudden. He gritted his teeth and glared at the box where he was, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of Feng Aoran's mouth.

The enchanting woman glanced at Feng Aoran. She really wanted to know if this man would ask for more money, but Feng Aoran's words shocked her.

"Because you are so sincere, I will give it to you. In fact, I only have 10,000 essence in me."

Phew, everyone present almost vomited blood. They thought it was a rich woman, but they didn't expect that she just shouted the price casually. If the mysterious man didn't continue to bid, I don't know how this girl would have ended up.

"Haha, it's really an inspiring bidding. The gentleman in box No. 18 asked for 10 million. Is there any increase in price? If there is no increase, then Qiong Guo belongs to the gentleman in box No. 18." Knowing that no one would.

When the price was called again, the enchanting woman still said these words in a programmed manner, but her back was already covered in cold sweat. She was really afraid that the person on the 18th was also shouting in vain.

"Ten million once, ten million twice, ten million three times." After shouting quickly, the hammer in her hand fell, and the enchanting woman breathed a sigh of relief. She made the final decision. Now she couldn't cheat anymore.

In the box, An Ye Ling picked up the silver mask on the table and put it on his face. He had gotten what he wanted, so there was no need to stay and waste time.

Mingyue couldn't help but laugh at this moment. Ten million holy beast essences, a full ten million. The young master brought such a huge benefit to Xuanyi Pavilion by mixing it up like this.

Xinghun kicked the table in front of him with some displeasure. Who is actually playing like this? No matter how high the value of the Qiong Guo is, one hundred thousand holy beast essences are already worth the weight of the sky. He actually called for ten million. That must be someone.

madman.

"Hey, are there any other fruits in Xuanyi Pavilion? This one can't be the only one, right?" Xinghun looked at Mingyue with a malicious look in his eyes, and walked towards him step by step with his short legs, "Don't lie to me.

Oh, otherwise I will pull out your soul and use you as a body. Look at your handsome face. It just so happens that I am tired of using this body."

Mingyue swallowed her saliva and said with an apologetic smile: "Yes, of course there are still others. If the young master likes something, he will get it even if he risks his life."

As soon as he saw Xinghun, he was sure that he was not an ordinary person. Although he was not a dragon, he still had a trace of dragon blood, so his perception was particularly clear, especially the perception of danger.

It was said here that Feng Aoran had come back, and she was very happy that she had made a large amount of money. After all, it would be hers. She thought that she would come here often to raise the price, and the income of Xuanyi Pavilion would increase.

She was planning to make a fortune, and the third auction item had been pushed onto the stage.

However, Feng Aoran no longer had any interest, so he said hello and left quietly together.

"You know the person who raised the price just now? He killed him so cruelly and he was still willing to be killed by you. He couldn't be a prostitute, right?" Xinghun touched his chin and looked at Feng Aoran inquiringly.

"I just have some personal grudges with him. This time I feel relieved a lot." Feng Aoran said this, but she didn't realize it herself. There was a strange feeling in her heart. That person was deeply in love.

Her people are still deeply affectionate and unrepentant so many years after her death. No woman may be able to ignore this feeling, although there will be no ending at all.

The residence that Situ Yue prepared for Feng Aoran is opposite Xuanyi Pavilion, beside the most beautiful Rhona Lake in Beiming City. It is a small compound courtyard, decorated exquisitely and elegantly but solemnly and neatly. The house does not look like an ordinary house.

What's special is that you can feel the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth when you enter it, which is more than ten times richer than the outside world.

"These furnishings contain the power of law. The whole room is like a whirlpool absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It is indeed a wonderful design." Margaret nodded her little head with satisfaction.

Mingyue secretly sighed again, this pig is really not simple, he even understands the laws of space. His eyes subconsciously drifted to Margaret, but he met Xinghun's fleshy little face, but

At this time, Xinghun's expression was quite unkind.

"I notice that you often stare at Margaret. I warn you that she is mine, so don't try to take advantage of her."

As soon as Xinghun finished speaking, Margaret swung a chrysanthemum over and made close contact with the ground.

"I remind you to stop talking nonsense, or your mother won't even recognize you if I beat you." Margaret was a little embarrassed. She clearly knew that "she is mine" that Xinghun said was referring to his food, but
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