The crowd dispersed, and Ding Buer sighed beside Mo Wuji, "Oh, I finally understand why the lady asked us to help find the double-leaf flame grass. She must also be giving it to a certain immortal master. Wuji,
It would have been better if you had kept one of them at the beginning. Maybe when you get to Changluo, you can replace it with a handyman disciple, Dangdang."
Mo Wuji chuckled and whispered, "I did leave one behind, but the value of the Double-leaf Flame Grass is far less than that of the Bright Eyes Fruit. If just a low-level elixir plant can become a handyman disciple,
There are too many handyman disciples."
Ding Buer nodded, "That's right."
"I want number seventeen, and bid twenty gold coins."
"On the 17th, I will give you twenty-three gold coins."
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When the noise came, Mo Wuji looked over suspiciously and asked subconsciously, "Is there another auction going on there? What is being auctioned?"
Ding Buer said, "That's a place where female slaves are sold. I went to see it. To be honest, each of those female slaves is prettier than the last, and they are all unmanned. Merchants specially brought them here and prepared to sell them to those who were going to participate in Yuexian Yuanxian.
A gate for geniuses."
Mo Wuji asked doubtfully, "Didn't it say that each of the geniuses participating in the Yuexianmen Conference can only bring four servants? If you sell female slaves again, can you bring them on board?"
"You don't understand this. It will take several days to leave here. Those wealthy children who come to participate in the Yuexianmen Conference naturally cannot bring women to sleep with them. They must have someone to accompany them when they stay at the beach with no entertainment.
"Those female slaves were actually bought by them to use for a few days. Do you want to go and have a look?" Ding Buer said with a smile.
"Forget it." Mo Wuji shook his head. He was extremely angry about the trafficking of women, but he was powerless to stop this kind of thing, so why bother to go see Tian Du.
"Congratulations to this friend for getting No. 17 at the price of twenty-five gold coins. The next one to be sold is No. 26. Everyone, please pay attention. This No. 26 is by no means worse than No. 17, and the appearance is even better.
She is more delicate. There is another selling point of No. 26 that you may not know. She was born in the family of a county prince. I heard that she is a descendant of the Mo family, the prince of Northern Qin..."
Mo Wuji suddenly took back his steps, turned to look at the place where the slave girls were being auctioned in the distance, and clenched his fists with both hands.
Although his soul is not from the Northern Qin County King clan, at least the blood in his body is from the Northern Qin County King clan. What's more, his surname is Mo.
This time Ding Buer didn't need to speak at all, Mo Wuji had already hurried over.
Ding Buer was naturally aware of Mo Wuji's origins. When he saw Mo Wuji's angry expression, he was worried that Mo Wuji had accidentally done something wrong, so he quickly chased after him.
"Wuji, we must not mess around here. Otherwise, if others crush us to death, it will be like crushing an ant to death." Ding Buer grabbed Mo Wuji's arm and said eagerly.
Mo Wuji said in a deep voice, "I understand."
"I'll pay thirty-five gold coins..." A man who stood like a short winter melon shouted loudly.
"It's definitely a good taste to be a descendant of the county king. I'll pay you forty gold coins." Another obscene voice called out.
Mo Wuji had already seen a girl in a green skirt whose ankles were tied with iron chains. There was a trace of resentment and despair in this girl's eyes. As the fat businessman said, this was a very delicate and beautiful girl.
The dress had obviously been tidied up, probably in order to sell more gold coins.
"One hundred gold coins." Mo Wuji took a breath and said.
There was a ball of anger burning in his heart, and he wanted to immediately pull out the sharp knife from his boot and rush forward to kill the fat man with one knife.
Reason told Mo Wuji that impulsiveness was the devil. He could only get rid of the fat man with gold coins, otherwise he would die an even more ugly death than the fat man. As for the person he wanted to save, he would probably suffer an even worse fate.
The noisy crowd suddenly quieted down. Since the sale of the slave girl, the maximum increase in price was only ten gold coins. Someone just increased the price from thirty-five to forty, which was considered a very high increase. Now a guy came and directly increased the price by gold coins.
A hundred gold coins. How wasteful this is. With one hundred gold coins, you can buy several female slaves.
"This woman is good, I'll offer you one hundred and one gold coins." Because Mo Wuji bid one hundred gold coins, the scene was a little quiet. Now someone suddenly called out one hundred and one gold coins, which seemed even more abrupt.
The people here were originally chaotic, it was just an open-air venue. When a female slave was priced at 101 gold coins, it was like firecrackers falling on the crowd, and the crowd started to roar. More people were shouting, asking for a higher price.
Mo Wuji saw this guy who bid 101 gold coins. He was holding a pretentious folding fan in his hand and his hair was combed with oil. Mo Wuji didn't know this guy at all and didn't know why he wanted to compete with him.
"One thousand gold coins." Mo Wuji was not in the mood to bid with this person, so he directly increased the price tenfold.
When the fat businessman selling slave girls heard Mo Wuji's price of one thousand gold coins, his body almost trembled with excitement. How could he not be excited when dozens of female slaves were not as high as the price of this one slave girl? But he still looked at it.
He turned to the guy holding the folding fan. He wanted to see two people competing so that he could earn more gold coins.
The onlookers became even more excited and made a fuss together. It was simply unbelievable that a female slave was sold for one thousand gold coins.
"You have the guts, you dare to rob me of a woman. One thousand and one gold coins. If you have the guts, do it again." The man with the folding fan simply put away the folding fan and stared at Mo Wuji fiercely.
As if he didn't hear this guy's threat, Mo Wuji shouted directly, "One thousand and one gold coins and one copper coin."
"You..." The folding fan man pointed the folding fan at Mo Wuji's forehead. If Mo Wuji's previous price increase was a bit sensational, then Mo Wuji's current price was obviously a slap in his face.
He can add one gold coin to Mo Wuji's price, but Mo Wuji can never add one gold coin to his price. No, it's not adding one gold coin. As long as he calls out the price, this guy who is just a servant should
Just shut up.
But not only did this guy not shut up, he also directly added a copper coin under his threat.
This is not just a slap in the face, but a slap in the face without wearing gloves.
When the fat businessman heard that Mo Wuji just added one copper coin, his fat face twitched a few times, and his eyes fell on the man with the folding fan. He hoped that the man with the folding fan would get angry and start adding gold coins.
Unfortunately, what disappointed him was that the man with the folding fan only pointed at Mo Wuji and became angry, but did not increase the price. Until he called three times, the man with the folding fan still didn't seem to react and was still staring at Mo Wuji angrily.
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The fat businessman thought that the man with the folding fan did not want to increase the price and was afraid of losing face, so he did this deliberately, and simply shouted, "Congratulations to this friend, you have acquired this slave girl of Northern Qin descent for one thousand and one gold coins and one copper coin."
"Who told you that I won't increase the price? I'm offering two thousand gold coins." The man with the folding fan stared at the fat businessman fiercely and shouted.