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Chapter 737 Rich and Willful

"Xiao Feng, why do you all like the middle of the First Chamber of Commerce's auction?"

"Look, there is an auction house in the center of every place, even the imperial capital."

"The imperial capital of Dongmu Kingdom is directly a hundred meters away from the palace gate."

Luo Qingfeng looked at the nagging people around him speechlessly. From the moment he went out to think about it, he had never heard anything from his mouth.

So noisy.

"Actually, you said so much, only four words." After Mo Lingxuan talked all the way, Luo Qingfeng couldn't help but interrupt.

"What?" Mo Lingxuan asked curiously, his eyes shining brightly.

"You are rich and willful." Luo Qingfeng said these four words lightly, and then quickened her pace.

There were really many people coming to the auction today.

She just saw several of them riding over on monsters.

Not only are there a lot of people, there are also a lot of rich people, and there are also a lot of experts.

Mo Lingxuan stood there, confused, what kind of answer was this.

Between the bungalows, tall buildings stand tall and tall, huge and imposing.

Except for the majestic palace, there is no building around it that can compare with it.

Many people walked into the high-rise building. Judging from their clothes, they seemed to be rich or noble. Judging from their aura, they were all strong.

Luo Qingfeng took a look and found that the weakest among them were all at the Spirit King level, let alone the Spirit Emperor.

However, the highest one is only the Ling Emperor, and no one in the Ling Sect dares to even think about it.

Among the crowd, a man and a carriage were standing there. They saw two figures approaching, and there was a sound from the carriage.

"Xuan An."

"Master, do you really want to be high-profile?" Xuan An asked doubtfully. It's strange. Master, isn't he always very low-key?

That's not right. When he was in Fengyun Town, the master was very low-key.

"You have been having more and more problems lately." Qing Ya's voice slowly became low and cold.

Xuan An was shocked and immediately said, "My subordinates will go now."

After passing through the crowd, Xuan An walked up to Luo Qingfeng and said, "Miss Qingfeng."

A figure suddenly rushed in front of him, Luo Qingfeng raised his fist and smashed it.

She stopped when she heard the familiar voice, and then looked helplessly at the person in front of her.

"Xuan An, don't show up out of nowhere, I will do it." Just now, my fist almost hit his face.

Xuan An looked at the fist with shame and took a step back.

He will remember it next time

Being hit by Miss Qingfeng's fist was no joke, he had already seen it before.

"Xuan An, why are you here?" Mo Lingxuan asked curiously.

Has the Ninth Prince arrived? Why didn’t you see it?

"Master Mo, the master said, let me invite Miss Qingfeng." Xuan An felt that what he said was very tactful.

The master's original words were to tell that boy from the Mo family to go away and do whatever he needs to do.

Luo Qingfeng glanced behind Xuan An. There was a carriage parked not far away. The carriage was very simple, even inconspicuous.

But she knew very well that Feng Jinghong must be up there.

"Let's go." Luo Qingfeng walked towards the carriage. If she didn't go, the guy would come by himself.

Mo Lingxuan smiled and waved his hand, and said cheerfully, "I'll go in first."

He just says it, he just says it

The Ninth Prince will definitely come, but unfortunately, he can only go in alone, otherwise he can take a look

No, even this would be very sensational

No, he has to find a place to watch first

Luo Qingfeng's mouth twitched when she heard Mo Lingxuan's smiling tone.

Why did she smell gossip again?


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