"Damn it! Who is it!" Ao Zhelong's voice shouted, and the next second he heard the door of the VIP room being blown open with a bang, which frightened some timid magicians and stopped them from even looking at the excitement.
The name of the tyrant Ao Zhelong is not false. When he goes crazy, he doesn't care about the situation, and the people he affects are considered unlucky.
Mu Xianning stood up indifferently, wanting to see who that voice was and why it sounded so familiar.
However, Mo Jinliang left the VIP room first and blocked Ao Zhelong's path at the door.
"Your Highness, please calm down. You must also know this person. I will arrange for you to meet after the auction. Please give me a piece of cake to complete the auction."
If Ao Zhelong usually cares about you being the emperor, I will kick anyone out of the way, but Mo Jinliang is not an ordinary person. Who doesn't know the position of the Mo family in the entire Zhuoyue Continent.
Not only is it the largest gold bank in the entire Burning Moon Continent, it is also in charge of the economic lifeline of the entire Burning Moon Continent. It has countless magicians under its command. Anyone who offends the Mo family will undoubtedly become the enemy of a big country.
"Okay, I'll give you some face. After the auction, I want to see who this guy is." Ao Zhelong turned around and returned to the private room angrily.
Mo Jin breathed a sigh of relief. This time she did not return to Mu Xianning's private room, but went to the mysterious man's private room.
Mu Xianning was thinking hard, who is it? Why is the voice so familiar?
The auction is still going on, and what appears again is a huge black eagle. The eagle's eyes are golden, representing the noble bloodline and the black magic system. It stands proudly in a huge cage and scans the whole place.
It's scary.
There were not many dark magicians present, and after hearing the same starting price of 90 million, they had no reaction.
"One hundred million." A gloomy voice came, so dull. Mu Xianning had never heard it before.
"Brother?" I vaguely heard Mu Jiaming say in shock across Ao Zhelong's private room.
The first impression in Mu Xianning's mind was of the gloomy crown prince who always wore black.
He actually came too? Is that... something even more shocking?
"Your Majesty, are you sure you want it?" The voice was faint, but full of majesty. Mu Xianning could not mishear it, it was the Queen's voice.
"Sister? Are you here too?" Another interesting voice intervened, deliberately high-pitched. Mu Xianning instantly recognized that the voice was Concubine Xiao Xian.
"Is it Concubine Xiao Xian?" the queen asked uncertainly, her tone still very calm.
"Yes, I brought my Cong Wei here to take a look. I didn't expect that I didn't dare to bid because I didn't have enough money. How can I be like my sister? The prince's first bid was 100 million." Concubine Xiao Xian said sarcastically across the private room.
Mu Xianning couldn't help but roll her eyes. What kind of private room is this? The design is worse than ordinary modern private rooms. The sound insulation effect is almost the same as a blank sheet of paper. As long as they raise their voices deliberately, they can talk to each other. I really don't know who Mo Jinliang is.
How did you build this private room? Is it a shoddy project?
"My sister is joking. This is just the result of the land tax in the prince's name. It is the prince's own money. I can't stop him from what he wants." The queen still smiled.
"One hundred and thirty million." It was still that magnetic voice that sounded between the two women's conversation.
"One hundred million..." The prince's voice sounded gloomily again, but was suddenly interrupted by a feminine female voice.
