"You...what do you want?" Aubu couldn't help but retreat. The aura on the demigod had already made him feel the strong aura of death.

"My requirements are not high. I treat me as I used to... I'm sorry, I said I went astray," Fang Jueyu almost sang "Perfume is Toxic" which was extremely popular in elementary school.

"I just want to get my own things back," Fang Jueyu spread his hands with an innocent look on his face. "I won't bother with you about robbing my auction house. I don't want any compensation. As long as I return the auction house to me, we will clear the two."

"You are robbing it openly!" Aubu gritted his teeth in hatred. He didn't want any compensation, but it sounded like Fang Jueyu was still at a loss.

"Brother Chun, they didn't admit it after snatching my stuff. You must help me with justice!" Fang Jueyu turned to the demigod again.

"For such evil people, they can only melt into the holy light!" The demigod raised a hand, and a white ball of light filled with noble energy appeared in his hand, but in the center of the ball of light, there was destruction!

"What kind of demigod is this? Do you have no ability to distinguish right from wrong?" Aubu cried loudly. This demigod is exactly what Fang Jueyu said. Why does it feel like a puppet?

But at this time, he had no choice. As long as he said no, he might have killed him without any mercy. Then don’t talk about any auction houses, and there are no people, what other bicycles are needed?

"Return it! I'll give it back!" Aubu said the most unwilling words in his life, "It's me that I'm shameless, it's my lard that makes me feel confused. I shouldn't rob Mr. Fang of my property. I'm willing to return this auction house to Mr. Fang. Lord Demigod, please spare my life!"

Mosana, who was kneeling beside him, looked at Aubu. This scene was very familiar because she had just experienced it.

"Isn't it over to admit it earlier?" Fang Jueyu sighed and shook his head, "Is my divine civilized thing so easy to get?"

This sentence seems to be about the ownership of the auction house, but in fact it is a warning to them that if they did not have the idea of ​​their own magic weapon at the beginning, so many things would not have happened.

After hearing this, a feeling of regret appeared in Mosana's heart. Even if this demigod did not kill him, Aubu would never let him go easily.

After tens of millions of years of operation, Aubu opened 6 auction houses of this size in this founding city, and he gave out millions of years of hard work. How could he swallow this?

He was scared to death. It was impossible to seek revenge on Fang Jueyu, so she would become the last punching bag!

Aubu helplessly took out the property certificate of the auction house and transferred the industry directly to Fang Jueyu through the management bureau of the founding city. In just a few minutes, Fang Jueyu transformed into the owner of the Creative World Auction House.

"Xiao Yi, change my name and change it to Ritian Auction House!"

"Okay!" Xiao Yi instantly obtained all the control rights of the auction house, and the five big words "Chuangjie Auction House" floating above the building also became "Ritian Auction House".

"Well, it's not bad, I'm very satisfied!" Fang Jueyu saw this scene through the surveillance equipment outside the auction house and nodded with satisfaction.

"Do you have anything to sell?" Fang Jueyu said with a smile, "Our store has opened today and only costs 20% of the auction fee!"

"20%? Are you lending money for usury?" Aubu directly scolded Fang Jueyu's eighteen generation ancestors. In this founding city, the industry rules are 1%. His behavior is simply to provoke the rules!

But it has to be admitted that he does have the capital to challenge the rules.

"No...no," Aubu said hesitantly. He just wanted to leave this ghost place quickly. If he continued to stay, God knew what trouble would Fang Jueyu have to do.

"Since that's the case, Xiao Hei, help me see off the guests!"

"Okay!" Xiao Hei also became full of momentum, "Please please!"

"I actually asked a beast to come and see us..." Aubu and others dared not speak out, so they could only leave the auction house that originally belonged to him honestly.

......

"Brother Chun, nothing is wrong here, you can go back first!"

The monk nodded and quietly hid in the void.

"What's wrong!" Bernard and the other two saw some mystery. Since the appearance of this demigod, it seemed that he had been led by Fang Jueyu. He believed whatever Fang Jueyu said, and he would do whatever Fang Jueyu asked him to do.

Isn’t Fang Jueyu a believer of Brother Chun? This is unreasonable. Why do you feel that the identities of the two seem to be reversed? Instead, this is called Brother Chun’s demigod, more like Fang Jueyu’s bodyguard.

"Brother Fang's ability is hard to predict, so it's better not to look at him from a normal perspective."

"Yes, the appearance of him is simply a messing mess in this universe!"

"You are the shit-making sticks, your whole family is the shit-making stick!" Fang Jueyu cursed with a smile, "Okay, now this auction house is our base. You three are all considered one of the founders of this organization!"

Fang Jueyu's words made them feel very passionate. With so many demigods as backgrounds and such huge wealth as support, why should they worry about not being able to become a top organization?

"Brother Fang, to be honest, it's enough to have you alone in this organization. The three of us really can't help you."

"Oh, you can't say that," Fang Jueyu shook his head, "What I like most is to be a hand-off manager. It's too troublesome to manage and organize things. If you want someone, please ask me for money. If you want me for the rest, I don't care about the rest!"

"You're really talking about it!" The three of them were not surprised at all. Fang Jueyu was really a person like a casual cloud and wild crane. If he asked him to manage an organization, wouldn't he be troubled?

"Since we have established this organization, we should have a name, right?" said Lanlot.

"Well, I've thought about it. Our organization is called Shenhao Civilization Cult, which is referred to as Ming Cult!"

"Dong!" At this time, on the earth countless light years away, the coffin board in a tomb shook violently.

"I, Fang Jueyu, are the first leader of the Ming Cult!" Fang Jueyu said with great enthusiasm, "Berner, Lanlot, Pano, you three are the three deputy leaders of the Ming Cult. You can choose your own name, I don't bother to think about it!"

"Boss, where are we!"

"Woof, woof, woof!"

"You?" Fang Jueyu thought for a moment, "You two might as well be the sect-protecting beasts!"

"It sounds like a good look!"

"Woof, woof, woof!"

"Okay, there is a team!" The moment Fang Jueyu decided to establish the Ming Cult, his mission progress increased by 10%, which was considered as taking the first step to make such a big progress. "The next thing is to make the first pot of gold."

"Tell me, what do you want to do," the three of them waited for Fang Jueyu's instructions.

"It's very simple. We want to hold a shocking and shaking auction, so we need to have a wave of hype first!"

"Hyph?" The three of them had no such concept at all.

Fang Jueyu took out two books and slapped them on the table, "You can study this thing well!"

“How to get along with a fool?”

""Xin Ping Mei?"

"Damn, sorry, I took it wrong, hahaha, laugh at you..."
Chapter completed!