"The next lot is the hardest metal ever discovered so far. It is called Hanxin Iron Crystal. It is the supreme metal for making special soul guides, barrier-type soul guides, and even space soul guides."
"Don't miss it if you're passing by. Dear guests here, the starting price for such a rare forging material is only 100,000 gold soul coins."
The beautiful auctioneer [Niu Xiaomei] introduced it very enthusiastically. She had a piece of black metal in her hand that was as big as a basketball.
"One hundred and fifty thousand gold soul coins!"
"One hundred and seventy thousand gold soul coins!"
"Two hundred thousand gold soul coins!"
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Box No. 3 in Tianzi.
"Rongrong, you are such a bad woman, come and take a look at this lot to see if there is any chance of missing it!" Dong Qing reached out and pushed Ning Rongrong's shoulder.
"Hmph, Dongqing, are you an idiot? The auction house's appraiser is not an idiot, how could he keep looking at me wrongly? And... how dare you call me a bad woman?"
As Ning Rongrong spoke, her eyes narrowed slightly and gradually became dangerous.
"Isn't it? You were the one who sent the maid away in advance, and you were the one who just told me that there is a mother of silver hidden inside the Deep Sea Sunken Silver!" Dong Qing spread his hands and said.
"You're going to die!"
Ning Rongrong was immediately furious. She had never seen such a shameless person before. She screamed and jumped directly on him, grabbing his fateful throat with both hands.
"No! Rongrong, let go, I can't breathe!" Dong Qing quickly begged for mercy. At the same time, he put his arm on Ning Rongrong's waist and pulled her into his arms.
Ning Rongrong collapsed in Dong Qing's arms, unable to use her arms. She could only helplessly let go of her hands and said in a fierce tone: "It's best for a heartless man like you to die."
"I may not be able to die. If I die, who will protect you Rongrong!" Dong Qing stared deeply into Ning Rongrong's gem-like pupils.
"Tch, there are so many men in the world. Without you Dongqing, I, Ning Rongrong, would not lack suitors." Ning Rongrong's face turned slightly red, but her tone was still arrogant.
In fact, she didn't know what she was doing, but it was difficult to refuse the man in front of her. Unknowingly, he took advantage of her.
In a trance.
Ning Rongrong's memory went back to a long time ago, when she was still a child.
"Mom, what is love!"
"Rongrong, you are only six years old, and you want to know this?"
"People want to know!"
"Okay, okay, mom tells you, love is when you meet someone, you don't hate him, he also likes you, and in the end the two of you..."
I don't know how long has passed.
Ning Rongrong came back from her memory, and in her mind there was only a beautiful woman whose appearance was vague. She had been ill since six years ago and had been sleeping in a ten-thousand-year-old ice coffin.
"Mom...Dong Qing, I miss my mother!" Ning Rongrong's eyes suddenly turned red, and her slender arms couldn't help but hug Dong Qing's waist tightly.
As a teenage girl, in addition to love and love, she still misses her parents very much.
"Rongrong, if you don't mind, can you tell me your mother's story?" Dong Qing reached out and patted her back gently, saying in a comforting tone.
In fact, Dong Qing misses his parents very much, but in his memory, only a woman named Yu Niang existed. Everything about his parents seems to be shrouded in a mystery.
Hearing Dong Qing's caring and considerate words, Ning Rongrong raised her head and looked at his profile, as if she had made a decision, but she resolutely stepped forward and offered him sweet ice cream.
Ten seconds later.
Ning Rongrong, who had been feeding ice cream for a long time, felt that breathing was gradually becoming more and more difficult. Her body gradually softened, and she temporarily let go of the man in front of her.
"Dongqing, this is the testimony of our love. You can't let me down. Now that you are my Ning Rongrong's man, I can tell you a little bit about my mother."
After Ning Rongrong said these words, she found a comfortable position in Dong Qing's arms and gently pressed her face against his heart.
"My mother is a very powerful woman, a level ninety-seven peak Douluo of the attack system. She can fight to a draw under the combined attacks of Grandpa Jian and Grandpa Bone."
"At that time, the Qibao Glazed Sect had three titled Douluo and was the second most powerful sect among the three upper sects. Although the number of titled Douluo was still not as high as that of the Haotian Sect, it was much stronger than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
"
"Unfortunately, later on, my mother suddenly came back seriously injured for some unknown reason. Before she even had time to say anything, she fell into a deep sleep, and she stayed asleep for many years."
Speaking of which.
Ning Rongrong couldn't help but sob softly. Only by being buried in Dong Qing's arms could she feel at ease.
"Is there nothing even Sect Leader Ning can do? There is a Titled Douluo who specializes in healing in Wuhun Palace. If Sect Leader Ning is willing to come and invite her in person, for the sake of Sword Douluo being the honorary elder of Wuhun Palace,
That Titled Douluo of the healing department will not remain indifferent." Dong Qing asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"It's useless. We even asked Ye Lingling's mother, the best healer in the world, Jiu Xin Haitang, to heal the injuries. It's not something that half-assed White Tiger Douluo can solve." Ning Rongrong shook her head gently.
He shook his head and said.
"Ye Lingling's mother? She still has a mother! How come I haven't heard of it?" Dong Qing said with a surprised look on his face.
"Smelly Dongqing, what are you talking nonsense about? Why doesn't Lingling have a mother? She didn't pop out of a stone. Her mother just lived in seclusion. Also, please don't interrupt me any more. Listen to me finish."
Ning Rongrong punched Dong Qing hard. The man in front of her was really annoying. He said it well, but he actually said such idiotic words as Ye Lingling actually has a mother.
Although Ye Lingling is a single-pass descendant of the Jiuxin Haitang martial spirit, only one person in the next generation can inherit the Jiuxin Haitang martial spirit.
There can only be at most two Nine-Hearted Begonia Spirit Masters alive at the same time. Only if one dies can another one appear in the descendants. It can be said that they have the smallest number of martial spirits.
But this does not mean that Ye Lingling does not have a mother.
Ning Rongrong felt like she almost made Dong Qing laugh angrily. How on earth could he ask such idiotic words.
"My fault, my fault, Rongrong, please continue." Dong Qing also realized that he might have some misunderstandings about Jiuxin Haitang Wuhun, and quickly admitted his mistake.
Ning Rongrong glared at Dong Qing with her beautiful eyes, and then continued: "Ye Lingling's mother said that my mother's physical injuries can be easily healed, but she can't do anything about her spiritual injuries.
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Hear this.
Dong Qing asked with a somewhat confused tone: "Rong Rong, as a ninety-seventh level peak Douluo of the attack system, your mother is also one of the few people standing at the pinnacle of the mainland. How could she be subjected to this kind of Lian Jiuxin Haitang martial arts?"
A horrific injury that even my soul can’t recover from?”
"I don't know. I only know that the injuries on my mother's body were caused by sea soul beasts that are more than 100,000 years old. This unknown and terrifying sea soul beast hurt her soul."
Ning Rongrong's voice was a little disappointed. She actually didn't know much about this special soul beast that was far away from the mainland.
"There is such a thing as the soul..." Dong Qing touched his chin, but he never thought about it after all.