"Plate No. 144, bid a fate coin, is there any increase in price?"
Ten groups of Destiny Servants were sold, the pandas never bid, and the people in the back row have been talking about it for a long time.
When Jin Yujing shouted 30,000 yuan, the whole place fell into silence, and people even wondered if they were daydreaming.
30000?
Buy 100 stage 2 heavy armor walking zombies?
The first group, with the tacit cooperation of various armed groups, only captured a fate coin...
For them, that is already an exaggerated premium!
As a result, you raised the base price to 30,000 as soon as it changed hands?
Everyone realized something was wrong——
"Is this woman crazy? What does she want to do?"
"If you can't afford to have fun, our small family and business in 'Zhou Ling' can't withstand this kind of ups and downs. Goodbye everyone, nothing will happen to us in the future!"
"Gan, she really wants to make things right!"
"The panda capital chain will not be broken? Where did she get so many destiny coins! That's a real 500,000! At least 500,000! What is she doing! She still has 4,000 people and 200 empty islands to raise!"
but!
No one raised the price...
Each Destiny Servant is worth 300 coins. This is a premium figure that almost no one can accept. The bigger the family, the more careful they are in budgeting. A single person may be so enthusiastic that he temporarily loses his mind and buys one with 300 coins.
Having only two stages of heavily armored walking zombies doesn't seem like a waste at all, but if you use a coin to buy 100 walking zombies...
Go to hell!
That’s not how business works!
For five consecutive groups, Jin Yujing bought them all for a fixed price of 30,000 coins. Now no one could really sit still.
"Thirty-five thousand! Jin Yujing! Keep a line in your behavior so that we can meet each other easily in the future. The panda's reputation has not reached the point where it is beyond bad, so stop it!"
It’s still the Evil Shark Camp, it’s still the same Sha Cansen, it’s still that weird and sinister voice. 1
In line with the principle of having a good show at the end, Sha Cansen has only obtained two sets of quotas so far. For an armed group like the Evil Shark Camp, which is no less numerous than the Pandas, a mere 200 quotas are not enough to fill a gap!
"Fifty thousand!" Jin Yujing raised her palm to signal to the auctioneer, then clenched her fist heavily, "Stop? I want them all!"
Sha Cansen almost broke all his teeth on the spot!
He can't afford to offend Rao Qifang, and at least he will maintain some restraint. But you, Jin Yujing, are just a role similar to an accountant. You became one of the spokespersons of Panda because of your good relationship with Rao Qifang. You have no bullshit strength. Why do you have it?
?
"Sixty thousand!" Sha Cansen sneered, his already gloomy face extremely distorted, "I advise you not to be disrespectful. Haha, only children will ask for it all. Adults know that there are some things that you don't necessarily have.
You can afford it!”
"One hundred thousand!"
"Ten y..." Sha Cansen was pulled by the person next to him before he reacted. He swallowed the bid very stiffly, "Are you a fucking mad dog?! One hundred thousand?? Buy 100 heavy armors?
corpse???"
Jin Yujing dusted off the non-existent dust on her dress, looking very elegant.
"Sorry, I can't quite understand your excitement, but you have obviously affected my mood of consumption. Please be quiet, thank you."
Translated into adult language: Poor B, don’t disturb me!
Sha Cansen almost vomited out a liter of old blood.
The person next to him quickly typed words through the mini prayer interface, then leaned into Sha Cansen's ear and muttered a few words. Sha Cansen then gave Jin Yujing a ferocious yet elegant polite smile, and slapped her back with a bang.
In the chair.
"Thirty thousand!"
Another opening of 30,000.
"fifty thousand!"
Sha Cansen sneered.
"Eighty thousand!"
"One hundred thousand!"
"One hundred and fifty thousand!"
"Two...two hundred thousand!"
As soon as Sha Cansen finished shouting, he saw Jin Yujing twirling a glass of champagne and raising it in his direction.
What the hell are you shouting at?
"Plate No. 38, bid 200,000 destiny coins, is there any increase in price? 3, 2, 1, deal!"
There was a sound of the hammer, and the cold sweat fell from Sha Cansen's forehead.
"How dare you fucking cheat!!"
A big man suddenly jumped out from the seats two seats apart from Sha Cansen. Two heavy swords almost as wide as door panels quickly formed in his hands, spitting out terrifying firelight and air waves and lashed at Jin Yujing one after another.
The powerful wind blew over several tables and chairs one after another.
Li Cang:e=(′o｀*)))
What is this?
This situation?
Isn’t this just the idealized template of a slap in the face that is delivered to your doorstep in a badly written novel?
Speaking of which, no matter what the background, what settings, what prerequisites, every big brother must have a loyal little brother? Because it is necessary...
On the one hand, is it possible to gain blood by casting stones, and on the other hand, can it maintain a reasonable room for maneuver for oneself, abandoning pawns and saving chariots, everyone gets what they need!
"Bang bang~"
The two heavy swords barely acted as any hindrance and were reduced to debris in the collision with the big wand. The next second, Senbai's big wand dragged the three colors of red, white, and black into the same material.
The interconnected link shattered the three layers of heart armor hidden in the man's clothes, and he suddenly retracted it under his horrified eyes.
However, even if Li Cang had retracted the big magic wand just right, the violent force that shattered three layers of armor would still act on him. It was like a head-on encounter with a high-speed train, with no room for resistance. In the past
The rows of seats flew out all the way, landing just in front of the main entrance of the hall, and stopped, forming a large font with its back against the door panel.
The whole audience could hear the needle drop.
this...
What kind of terrifying power control is this? Sister Cunzhi is not that evil, right??
"The strength is only average. Haha, I thought if Rao Qifang didn't come, Jin Yujing would bring a ruthless character to support the show, that's it!"
but...
This isn’t the end yet!
In full view of everyone, the unlucky man who was spitting out blood suddenly began to twitch, his iron-hard muscles shriveled up visibly to the naked eye, wrinkles appeared on his face, and half of his shiny black hair turned gray!
"I#￥%..."
Sha Cansen, who thought he had tested out the other person's depth, was so frightened when he saw this scene!
Wha, what the hell!
Did someone really tinker with the Yang Shou crit?
It’s not that I haven’t seen skills that favor metaphysics, there are a lot of bases, and there are even ridiculously hard-core metaphysics people like Xiahou Haiwei who can reuse them...
But this kind of monster like him can hit people with a hammer and make them aged at least 20 or 30 years. Who is worthy of being spared?
Sha Cansen dared to swear that he would never let this young man touch a finger of his unless he was in a situation where he could pray. It was so scary!
Sha Cansen secretly glanced at the "security personnel" who were affiliated with the cloud auction and were selling well...
very good!
Each one of them looks straight away, showing off their beautiful muscle lines like sculptures!
Don't you guys care about this?
So what role do you play?
Just listen to the host on the stage continuing his lines expressionlessly: "Please don't make any noise. This group of No. 38 has sold 200,000 destiny coins. The next group has a starting price of 1,000 coins. Please bid!"
