Chapter 407 The Second Treasure of the Young Master
The auction has begun, and no one is busy bidding.
There was silence in the cabinet, with only the sound of the constant fluctuation of the breath shaking through the air.
Hundreds of palm winds intersected in the air, like a silent battle.
Yun Yue finally understood what Yiheng said to her outside the cabinet. The wood was shining in the forest and the wind would destroy it.
Whoever dares to bid at this time must be the target of public criticism!
But there will be some people who are not aware of the current affairs.
"Twenty and four billion!"
A young male voice in the sixth compartment on the first floor suddenly broke the silence, and in the dead pavilion, it was extremely harsh!
"Swish—————”
As soon as the young male voice fell, dozens of subtle palm winds turned into one, and they rushed straight towards the source of the sound. The people in the wing room seemed to have expected it.
When the palm wind hit, there was no one there.
When the palm wind penetrated into the wing room, a sharp palm wind in the wing room was striking out, facing it.
Dozens of mixed palm winds actually hit and retreated according to the original path.
After an unheard crackling sound in the air, the silent battle had escalated. Once someone took action, everyone could not help.
"Twenty-five billion!"
On the twelfth wing of the first floor, a thick male voice chased him out.
In an instant, dozens of palms in the wing room weathered into one and swept away.
Air combat is gradually becoming hot, and the "assistant" brought by major figures, defense turns to attack.
"Three billion!"
"Three hundred and five billion!"
"Four billion!"
"Fourty-five billion!"
When the Yuanjie Furnace was called to 4.5 billion, it took nearly half an hour. People in each room were injured, and many people were busy getting medicine to heal the wounds.
Everyone had just taken a breath and was about to raise their anger and bid.
"Five billion!"
A crisp voice spread from the direction of the jade bi behind the trading desk without any rush.
Everyone's faces trembled, their eyes were full of ruthlessness, and they all put down their busy work and adjusted their breath quickly.
After a while, hundreds of palm winds turned into one in the air and all rushed towards Yunyue.
Yun Yue raised her eyebrows slightly, and a few sly lusters were drawn from the corners of her eyes. She raised her hand without panic and surrounded by the beauty of the deacon they were thinking about.
After returning, Yingling was firmly held in Yunyue's arms.
The person who reacted very quickly immediately took back the palm wind that was about to take off his hand and became panicked.
When the rest of the people saw this, their eyes shot at Yun Yue with poison. Looking at the palm wind that had already taken action, they felt inexplicably heartache.
Then he cursed secretly that this despicable and shameless villain dared to block the beauty of the deacon. It was so shameless!
Yun Yue's cold mouth curled lightly, raised her hand elegantly, and put her snow-white clothes in the air to draw a beautiful curve.
A cold finger wind flashed out rapidly in the sleeves, entangling hundreds of thick and shallow palm winds.
One of the two fingers intersected, hundreds of palm winds were cut and disappeared silently in the air.
Everyone subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when they took action. Fortunately, the deacon beauty was fine, otherwise the ends of the world would not have let that kid go.
Everyone was so angry that they gritted their teeth without taking action. Damn it! Damn it! This can't hurt him, he's so fucking angry!
Yiheng, who was facing the trading desk on the second floor, introduced Yun Yue who was in her arms. He also saw that the beauty in her arms had no resistance and quietly snuggled in Yun Yue's arms.
The eyebrows twitched slightly, and inexplicably confronted themselves, covering their faces. The body shape of this prince is naturally even better. What is the charm of this prince not as good as his!
Could it be that Long Hao’s women all like thin and weak men?
The left and right boys in front of the auction table did not look back, nor did they notice the changes of the two people behind, and their eyes were fixed on the hourglass next to their hands.
Suddenly, Zuo Tong's eyes sterned.
"Time is here, this treasure belongs to this young master!"
The sound of flowing water slowly fell, but it woke everyone up with a word.
Hundreds of eyes looked at the hourglass on the table, and cursed with a slap in his chest and stamping his feet. He was disturbed by the two young boys tonight and actually forgot that there was still this.
When you leave Linglong Pavilion, you must settle the score with them!
Others, although they saw that the Yuanjie Furnace of Xinxin was being patted by someone, showed that they were pretending to be elegant, but they were a little angry and said to forget it.
In fact, everyone has planned a plan to kill people without blood. It is absolutely not allowed to rob people in Linglong Pavilion. Except for Linglong Pavilion, everyone depends on their ability!
For a moment, countless silent rooms were filled with torrents, each with ulterior motives, and everyone had different thoughts.
The right Tong sent the Yuanjie Furnace to Yun Yue. When he turned around, his chin almost fell to the ground. Sister Yingling was actually hugged by that one and did not destroy him casually!
The right boy was shocked and took heavy steps, his spiritual eyes locked directly on Yun Yue's ordinary face, which was incredible!
The right Tong Jing Yunyue signaled that she placed the Yuanjie Furnace beside the soft collapse. She walked into the jade bi calmly, and gasped in a position where everyone could not see it. Her steps became one by one, showing her shock.
Zuo Tong kept facing the front but didn't notice the rear. She glanced at the thing in front of her, raised her official smile and said in a deep voice: "The second treasure, the beauty's tears, the price starts at 3 billion!"
After the fairy tale left, the black cloth on the second tray was lifted up.
A crystal-clear bead appeared on the jade plate, and the moist light looked like a woman's tears.
Just as the three words "Beauty's Tears" fell, many feminine breaths in the wing rooms became restless, and the source of the breath was a woman.
The eyes of the women were blinded to a layer of madness, and the fanaticism among them was no less than that of the man who snatched the Yuanjie Furnace.
As soon as the price started, the gentle women scattered in the wings all turned into jackals, tigers and leopards, angrily shouting the "help" brought behind them, and they were busy bidding.
"Three or eight billion!"
"Fourty-five billion!"
"Fifty and three billion!"
“…”
The woman's bidding was rising and falling in the rooms everywhere, with a fierce momentum. The posture was obviously like to give up the tears of a beauty, and she was willing to sacrifice her entire fortune.
It took only half an hour to tighten the beauty's tears to bid farewell to the Yuanjie Furnace. Such fanaticism can no longer be described as fanaticism, and madness is more appropriate.
"Dad, what are beautiful tears?" A girl about eight years old in a wing room on the second floor looked down curiously at the bead on the jade plate on the auction table.
The bidding she heard was basically all the women, and she couldn't help but feel a little curious.
The little girl turned around, blinked her eyes, and looked at the man in blue beside her.
The man in green was covered with a green scarf and a cloak, without any ornaments, his eyes were steady and deep, and his face was strong.
Because the cloak is covered, the age cannot be seen, but the surplus between the young and middle-aged people is judged from the body.
"Fei'er, beauty tears are the one you said before. Eating them can make a woman's youthful life forever and her face will not grow old. Even when she is in her seventies, the organs in her body have already failed and her appearance can remain young and unchanged."
The man in green leaned over to look at the little girl beside him and explained slowly. His tone was full of care, but the soft color in his eyes did not look like he looked at the little girl in front of him.
It's like looking at another adult woman who looks like through the little girl's eyes.
"Is this aging? I thought the book was just a lie? I didn't expect it to exist. Dad, Fei'er wants this beauty's tears, Fei'er wants it!"
The little girl's eyes radiated, and she looked anxious, and she was about to panic about the hem of the man in blue and act coquettishly.
The man in green stroking the little girl's braids in a doting manner and whispered: "Fei'er can't use beauty tears yet."
"Why?" the little girl asked reluctantly.
"Beauty tears are for women. You are still a child, and you haven't grown up yet!" The man stroked the little girl's head pity and persuaded him.
"Fei'er is also a girl." The little girl seemed a little dissatisfied and muttered, feeling very aggrieved.
"Beautiful tears can make women young and not old, and always maintain that figure in their life. When taking beautiful tears, you should choose the most beautiful time. If Fei'er takes it now, she will maintain this figure in the future? Are you willing?"
The man explained patiently, but for some reason, he looked at the little girl who broke the casserole and asked to the end, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
After hearing this, the little girl was slightly injured, as if the thing she thought was taken away as soon as she got it, and she lowered her head and said nothing.
The man in green saw the little girl quiet and thought she could calm down, but who knew she would have time to get up.
"Ba"
The little girl suddenly slapped the table and stared at the beauty's tears below.
"Dad, Fei'er is about to have the beauty tears below. Fei'er doesn't need it now. It will be ready to use it after Fei'er has been longer for a few years!"
The little girl flashed with clear eyes and looked desperate!
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Chapter completed!