People were coming and going at the door of the auction, and Mo Lingxuan no longer knew how long he had been waiting.
He has been waiting here since he arrived.
However, when he didn't wait for those two people, he almost wondered if they had taken the Magic Pill again.
"Saint Wushou is here!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed in surprise.
Suddenly, there was a commotion all around
Mo Lingxuan leaned against the table, resting his head on his hands, with a look of contempt on his face.
"Isn't it Luo Wuyou? You are rushing up one by one. You have never seen how cruel this woman is." Seeing the cold figure through the crowd, Mo Lingxuan shook his head and clicked his tongue.
She is like a cold goddess, born with pride, as if she is born superior to others, and all the people are like ants in front of her.
"It seems that she really likes the attention of thousands of people." Mo Lingxuan withdrew his gaze and silently lowered his head to drink tea.
He was waiting for someone, not looking at Luo Wuyou.
It's better not to get close to this kind of woman, you might die in her hands at some point.
Luo Wuyou stood at the door of the auction, moving lightly with a cold expression, but not in any hurry to enter.
There was a faint smile in his eyes, and the slightly upward curve of the corners of his mouth, it was obvious that he was enjoying this atmosphere, but pretended not to care.
Luo Wuyou stood in the crowd, holding his head high and looking around.
Looking at the people walking over, she was extremely satisfied.
This is the reason why she should appear, stand among thousands of people, and receive all the attention
Let these people's eyes stay on her, as if she has stood at the top of the pinnacle, and everyone must pay attention.
On top of the tall building, several people looked over, with sarcastic smiles on their lips.
"This woman is really heartless. All her family members are dead, as if nothing happened." Sarcastic words rang out.
The other man didn't speak, but had the same sarcasm in his eyes.
"Rong Mong, why don't you speak?" Seeing that he was silent, the man next to him continued to speak.
"Vanity." Rong Min threw out two words, turned around and walked inside.
The few remaining people looked at me and I looked at you and shrugged.
"Feng Jinghong is here." The person standing at the edge pointed to the back of the crowd.
The exquisite carriage passed by slowly, with hollow carvings on the outside, and four dragons lingering on the roof, which were lifelike, as if they would rush up to the sky at any time.
People at the auction hurriedly walked out, asking Luo Wuyou to hurry in and disperse the crowd.
Hearing the movement here, everyone turned to look.
The figure in Xuan robe stepped out of the carriage. In an instant, everything turned dark.
He stepped out of the carriage slowly, as if he were walking out of a painting, perfect and impeccable
I saw that his movements were full of elegance, and the innate royal aura was undoubtedly evident, and every move he made was so touching.
There was silence for a hundred meters in radius, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.
Watching the handsome figure who was like a star stepping out of the carriage, watching him turn around, watching the white and slender fingers stretching out.
"We're here, come down." Although the pleasant voice is elegant, it is like a piece of heavenly music that makes people intoxicated.
Everyone craned their necks to look. They wanted to see who the Ninth Prince could help him personally.
The car curtain was lifted, and the smooth and delicate catkins stretched out and were placed on the broad palm.
The aqua-blue figure stepped out of the carriage, looked at the man outside the carriage, and smiled faintly.
Suddenly there was a gasping sound all around, and a pair of eyes stared at each other, unable to look away anymore.