2772. Chapter 2772 The bastard's spirit hasn't been released yet
"Huh, who are you? Is it important to have money? You have more money than me, right? I won't throw money at you to death." He Daojia originally wanted to give up, but when he heard Zhihan's words, he felt unhappy in his heart.
Okay. I finally pretended to be a bit of a bastard in front of my friends. Not long after I was proud, someone actually stepped on my head. Master He Shaofang was not convinced, very unconvinced.
"Fifty thousand and one..." Master He Shaofang once again released his bastard spirit, but this time he obviously lacked confidence and just wanted to add one thousand more. However, as soon as he shouted three words, his voice was interrupted.
"Sixty thousand five-color spiritual stones." Ling Chuxi didn't bother to look at his lack of stamina and said directly.
He Daojia's words were stuck in his throat, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. He stood there stupidly. Why is there another one? Are there more and more second-generation prodigal prodigals like this young master these days? He loses one in a row.
Are you losing money at home?
"Sixty thousand, Great Alchemist Ling actually took action!" Everyone took a breath and looked at Ling Chuxi blankly.
Zhihan suddenly turned her head and looked directly at Ling Chuxi. Ling Chuxi looked back at her without showing any signs of weakness. Their eyes collided, and fierce sparks bloomed again.
"Who, here comes another person who doesn't care about the money, more than the money, I will open your eyes right now." He Jiadao was even more dissatisfied. He had released his righteous bastard spirit before, but was severely beaten by Zhihan.
I stepped hard on my head. I finally gritted my teeth and squeezed out a little more. I was blocked back before I could finish shouting out the price. Isn’t it great to be rich? It’s too bullying. At least you let me finish shouting.
"Sixty thousand..." Master He Shaofang was angry, and he squeezed out a little bit of bastard energy, wanting to add one thousand more.
"Seventy thousand!" Zhihan's voice was filled with anger.
"Uh!" Master He Shaofang choked back his words again. This time he only shouted two words, which was one less word than last time. He felt depressed for a while.
"Seven..." Master He Shaofang continued to deflate.
"Eighty thousand." Not to be outdone, Ling Chuxi bid.
Master He Shaofang looked at Zhihan and then at Ling Chuxi, feeling so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. The person who was shouting three words just now has now become one. If this continues, he will not even have the chance to speak.
Standing where he was, He Daojia suddenly felt that he was redundant, sandwiched between Ling Chuxi and Zhihan, like a clown.
Not only did he feel this way, but other people also looked at He Daojia in a strange way, almost gloating about his misfortune. It makes you prodigal and arrogant. Now you know what real prodigal is.
"Brother He, forget it, I just need to find some spiritual herbs to deal with the errands. There is no need to be so extravagant." Seeing He Daojia's expression of embarrassment, Situ Kuangjian stepped down.
"Humph, where did these wild girls come from? Sooner or later I will let them know how powerful my He family is!" He Daojia hurriedly rolled down the steps, but he cursed unconvincedly.
"Hush, Brother He, you must never say this, never say it." Situ Kuangjian's face changed, and he said to He Daojia uneasily.
"What's wrong?" He Daojia looked at Situ Kuangjian in confusion.
He knew Situ Kuangjian's character. He was as arrogant and arrogant as his name suggests. Among the masters of the same age, except Qin Shaozhong, I really don't know who he would obey. How could he be so afraid of two little girls?