() Jiang Wuya's hand stopped in the air for a moment, then he put the veil back on the woman's ear. He let out a leisurely breath, turned around and walked down the wooden steps without saying a word. And the Xuan Yue girl was also calm.
He was sitting on a large carved rattan chair, leisurely playing with the crystal clear ice crystal Yao Qin. The sound of chiming the heart and spleen just now undoubtedly came from this object.
Everyone was looking at Jiang Wuya's face, trying to find some clues on his face. However, Jiang Wuya's palace was extremely deep, and his pale face had no expression at all. At this time, one person finally couldn't help it.
, shouted loudly: "Prince Wu, if you see what the woman looks like, you might as well tell everyone. If it doesn't work, we won't bother in the next round."
Jiang Wuya raised his head, looked at the vulgar man, and said in a frivolous tone: "How can a person like you know the true face of Xuanyue Nu? It's really a toad that wants to eat swan meat."
The man was scolded by Jiang Wuya, but he didn't dare to get angry. He suppressed his anger secretly and his face turned red. However, a burst of sighs broke out from the crowd. Everyone knew it well, and could make this well-informed prince
The woman who praised her must be extraordinary, and she was eager to try again.
After a burst of tinkling Yao Qin, the highlight of the evening entered, the fight for the right to comb. The so-called combing means to have further contact with the woman, but it does not necessarily lead to a knot. It depends on the two parties.
From this point of view, the Louvre is very different from ordinary hotels in terms of the results of people's conversations.
The maid's clear voice said, "Start combing it together. The bottom bid is one thousand yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones, and each increase will be at least one hundred yuan. Everyone can start."
"Two thousand yuan for the military and political spoiled wife - the latest chapter of the seductive witch!" The man who had been humiliated by Jiang Wuya just now was the first to bid.
"Two thousand and five!"
"Three thousand and five!"
"Five thousand!"
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Chen Yunsheng looked at the almost crazy crowd, touched his Naxu ring, and thought to himself, what kind of world is this? There are homeless people living in cold and hungry conditions outside, but here a farce of showing off their wealth and fighting against others is going on.
When he was in Mang Mountain, although Hei Duanchang and a group of bandits were hateful, they were still making small fuss. Compared with these people, they were nothing. He looked at the crowd around him carefully. Most of these faces were
They are strangers, at least more than half of them are not from this city. Even if Xiliang Kingdom is so decadent, it has nothing to do with them.
After thinking for a while, Chen Yunsheng returned to reality. He found that the base price had now risen to 10,000 yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones, and Jiang Wuya had not quoted yet. The focus of the dispute was now on the first compartment on the third floor and the second floor.
In the fifth compartment on the first floor, there are young people on both sides. One is wearing red and the other is wearing green. They are drinking tea and playing cards casually. They look so elegant and elegant.
"Eleven thousand." The young man in red gently raised the sign.
The green one lost his temper and said in a slightly louder voice: "Situ Shaoming from Huangli Trading Company, you are so arrogant. It is not easy for your grandfather to run a trading firm and meet a prodigal like you. It is really sad and deplorable.
, pitiful." As he said this, he held up a sign with twelve thousand words written on it.
Situ Shaoming sneered and said: "Kui Tianlang! Others don't recognize you, but I will recognize you even if you turn into ashes. This is not the Lingyang Kingdom. No one recognizes you as a prince. If you are simply rich, you are still far behind."
." After saying that, he increased the number to fifteen thousand mid-grade spiritual stones.
Everyone is going crazy. This is not a fight for the power of combing. It is clearly a fight for wealth. Fifteen thousand middle-grade spiritual stones. What kind of pretty girl can't be found? What kind of female nun can't be found?
This spiritual stone can be spent in the Louvre for a year, meeting different women every night, even the emperor can only do this.
"Twenty thousand yuan!" Kui Tianlang's face turned red and he detonated everyone present again. This was everyone's limit. They didn't believe that there were still brothel girls worth so much money in the world who only had the power to comb for one night.
Just chatting, talking, listening to music, reading books and other services without core value will cost 20,000 middle-grade spiritual stones.
"Fifty thousand yuan!" Situ Shaoming calmly held up the sign. After the number flashed by, everyone fell silent. Huangli Trading Company taught everyone present a lesson. Comparing yourself with them in terms of wealth is simply asking for death.
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Kui Tianlang's eyes were dim, like a defeated rooster. If he were in Lingyang Kingdom, he might still have something to do, but here he had no idea at all. The other party was the great-great-grandson of Huangli Trading Company's old boss, although it was said that this boss had countless descendants.
, but after all, my family has a big business, and the four major spiritual stones in China are nothing to me.
The maid sang the sign twice quickly, and just when she was about to announce that tonight's winner was Situ Shaoming, Jiang Wuya suddenly raised a sign, and everyone focused their eyes on him.
What surprised people was that there was nothing written on the sign.
The scene was extremely chaotic. Some people began to laugh at Jiang Wuya for forgetting to write down the bid. Just as people were talking about it, the maid asked: "How many spiritual stones do you want to give?"
Jiang Wuya smiled and said, "Who said I was going to get a spiritual stone?"
As soon as this statement came out, almost everyone went crazy. Jiang Wuya's meaning couldn't be more obvious. If he doesn't get the spirit stone, wouldn't it be an open grab? In the Xiliang Kingdom's one (starting:) acres of land, he really has
This confidence. As long as they move out of Sitian Pavilion, who will not bow to orders? No matter how rich the Huangli family is, they cannot be too arrogant on other people's territory.
The maid said with some displeasure: "I remind you, although the Louvre is in Tianshui City, you must also know who opened the Louvre."
As soon as the woman said this, the originally calm scene once again became chaotic. Some discerning young men from wealthy families began to leave this land of right and wrong one after another. This included the Huangli family who had just made the highest bid.
His great-great-grandson——Situ Shaoming. This person has a simple idea, and what he did just now was just to show off his wealth. As for women, there is no good woman on the spiritual stone, and it is wrong to fight with the master who does not want his life.
"Is it Hongxiu? I haven't seen your Pavilion Master for a long time. I wonder which Pavilion of the Louvre is among the three pavilions and the fifth floor?" Jiang Wuya said with his hands tied.
Chen Yunsheng was shocked. It turned out that the Louvre was also the property of Hong Xiu. It seemed that this organization was really pervasive and was deeply hidden in Qingzhou.
"The Louvre is one of the three pavilions. The original name was Tianshui Pavilion. Later, it was changed to the Louvre because it conflicted with the name of Jiang Tianshui, the ancestor of the Jiang Dynasty." Xuan Yue, who had been silent at this time,
The woman said slowly.
"Are you also from Red Sleeves?" Although it was a question, Jiang Wuya's tone was filled with 90% certainty.
"No, I am not a red-sleeved person. Most of the sisters in the Louvre are not red-sleeved people." The woman's answer left Jiang Wuya speechless.
He smiled in surprise and said: "This is really not important. What I want is your people. Even if you are from Hongxiu, I will definitely get it. Now the man with the highest bid has run away, and there are others
Do you want to fight with me?"
While Jiang Wuya was speaking, hundreds of armored monks appeared around him. All of them, without exception, had the Sitian Pavilion mark on their chests. It was obvious that Jiang Wuya was determined to win this trip.
There were fewer and fewer people in the hall, and they dispersed like water. The huge hall instantly became deserted, giving rise to a bleak feeling. Lexiang turned to look at Chen Yunsheng, and whispered: "Boss Chen, we
How you should act depends entirely on your words."
Chen Yunsheng was amused in his heart. This man usually talks about being greedy for life and fearing death, but he was really unambiguous at the critical moment. He said softly: "Just wait and see what happens. Our target is Jiang Wuya. After we succeed, I will stop the flow."
Break open the dome and take everyone out of here."
The little maid frowned and said fiercely: "Okay, since everyone has fled, if Xuanyue Nu has no objections, the Louvre will naturally not hinder your actions."
At this time, Jiang Wuya had already jumped down from his cubicle in a graceful manner, and in a few steps he came to the turret. He closed his folding fan, gently lifted Xuan Yuenv's chin with the fan, and said, "Beauty, you
What do you think?"
Xuan Yuenv frowned lightly and said calmly: "Young lady, you have to stay with me. But it's a bit inconvenient for you to summon so many people here, and not everyone has left." After that, the woman pointed.
The pavilion where Chen Yunsheng is located.
Jiang Wuya chuckled and said: "It's easy to say, easy to say, aren't they just a bunch of cockroaches? They can be trampled to death and thrown into the ditch."
With a glance, a hundred Sitian Pavilion monks came to the cubicle where Chen Yunsheng was standing, stepping on the flying magic weapon. The magic weapon was rippling with silver light, and green flying swords were already hanging in the air.
, just waiting for Jiang Wuya to say a word, he started to kill.
Chen Yunsheng's hands hung by his side. He had already exchanged spiritual thoughts with Canglan Guards. After a while, it became clear how to distribute the combat power. Canglan Guards were the main combat force in their group. As for Xue Li, Bai Murong, and Le Xiang, they were aside.
Just help.
Seeing Le Xiang's calm expression, Jiang Wuya couldn't help but be surprised. He was not the kind of guy who was obsessed with the spirit. Seeing that the other party was extremely calm, he couldn't help but feel a sudden shock in his heart. He said loudly: "Everyone, you see.
Very raw, I don’t know where you come from?”
Le Xiang chuckled and said: "People from the world naturally come from the world. You don't even say a word and you just fight with swords and guns. You are not very good at being a human being."
Jiang Wuya said pitifully: "There is only one result for me to be arrogant, and that is to die even more miserably."
"Really? I really want to learn a lesson."
Chen Yunsheng stood up suddenly, carrying a golden unicorn shadow on his back. All the makeup he had put on was washed away, revealing a fierce and heroic face. He naturally struck out with the swords in both hands, and two bright white brilliance shot towards the two opposite sides like silk.
A monk. When the two knives were nailed to the two people's foreheads, his body followed suit, as fast as lightning and as fast as a meteor. (Start:)