The Daughter of God's Destiny

Chapter 1699 There is no ten-thousand-year-old white grass at all!

Unknowingly, Guan Ziwei was holding a hundred-year-old white grass in his hand, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

Everyone showed a look of anticipation.

However, among the crowd, there were only a few people who remained unchanged, as if the Wannian white grass they were talking about was just an ordinary grass, and they were not interested in it.

I have to lament the mentality of these people.

Guan Ziwei withdrew his gaze and landed on the square brocade box in his hand, a flash of greed flashed in his eyes, which was immediately hidden.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he slowly opened the box.

The things inside are presented in front of everyone.

It is a herb exuding aura!
Its aura is very pure.

This pure aura alone is enough to make them sure that this white grass has reached ten thousand years!
It's really white grass!
But then.

The aura soon weakened.

But for some reason, everyone felt that what was in the box seemed to be just an ordinary white grass.

Years, even just a few hundred years.

Guan Ziwei pursed his lips, and without anyone noticing, he took back the white grass in his hand.

"This……"

The master of the Bai Temple stared at the box in Guan Ziwei's hand, and murmured in disbelief: "How is it possible, this is impossible..."

This is impossible.

in an instant.

The people around started talking, with hesitation and dissatisfaction in their voices.

"It turns out that there is no ten-thousand-year-old white grass at all. It is a lie. The hundred-year-old white grass can be sold for a few 10 yuan at most, and it is not enough for 600 million yuan."

"This person lied about the Lingshi, and he is about to die. The people from the Baisi Auction will never spare him."

"I thought he was Dr. Luo, but I was just thinking too much."

……

Listening to everyone's discussion, Guan Ziwei became more and more confident, and even Guan Song who was next to him breathed a sigh of relief.

But it made the master of the White Temple confused, he clearly saw the white grass that was ten thousand years old.

How...how could it be only a hundred years...

wrong.

He couldn't possibly be wrong.

The principal of the Bai Temple raised his eyes to look at the Tianzi No. [-] room, with a trace of strangeness in his eyes.

Could it be that the man didn't bring out the real ten thousand year white grass, the white grass in Guan Ziwei's hand is fake?
The master of the Bai Temple thought in low spirits. Apart from this, he probably couldn't think of other reasons.

"Master Bai Temple, don't believe me,"

Guan Ziwei glanced at him, closed the box in his hand, and said to everyone at the same time: "Everyone, you can see clearly, the white grass inside is just a hundred-year-old white grass, not ten thousand-year-old white grass at all!"

Controversy gradually increased.

"Yeah, I was almost deceived just now. The box contained a hundred-year-old white grass, not a ten-thousand-year white grass. I almost believed it."

"What's the matter with the people at the Baisi Auction? Could it be that they're really covering up the people in Room [-] of that day?"

"Either he was also deceived, or he was covering up the people in Tianzi No. [-] room."

……

In room No. [-] of Tianzi, the smile on the face of the middle-aged man disappeared, and he frowned in great worry: "How is it possible...it's not, it's not the white grass of ten thousand years, even less than a thousand years..."

"It made me happy for nothing, damn it..."

The more the middle-aged man thought about it, the angrier he felt, and he pulled his hair a few times irritably: "This is just teasing me, I just believe it, it's just a mentally retarded thing..."

(End of this chapter)