Poisoning the World

Chapter 32

Luo Shuying was even more stunned.

The ring she got from Luo Zixuan, and all the properties in it, were only 20 gold coins.

Including the three gold coin circulation cards, there are more than 50 gold coins.

Calculated in this way, Luo Shuying can only support...

"60 million!"

Before Luo Shuying could finish the calculation, the price of the Ice Soul Grass had been raised to 60.

Moreover, it was Ye Tianchen, the big local tyrant upstairs.

Luo Shuying was so angry that her eyes turned green. Before she recovered, the price soared to 80.

"Damn! Do you want to let people live!" Luo Shuying cursed, turned around and tried to squeeze out of the crowd.

I don't know if she was focused on that iceberg grass, and when she walked to the corner, she bumped into a fleshy wall.

Just as she was about to curse, she raised her eyes, but what she saw was Tang Mo's monstrous face.

Tang Mo looked at Luo Shuying's weird outfit with great interest, sized him up and said, "Brother, don't you plan to play any more? There are other treasures for auction today!"

"No more shots!" Luo Shuying curled her lips, and gave Tang Mo a white look through the black gauze.

"Oh..." Tang Mo nodded with a smile, and said intentionally or unintentionally: "I heard that the owner of this Ice Soul Grass today intends to bid for it at the final price. I don't know who is destined to own this Ice Soul Grass." Where's the ice grass!"

Luo Shuying was stunned, and hurriedly asked: "Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course, I'm the young owner of Qianyuan Pavilion! My words can't be true!" Tang Mo swayed the big fan and said with a smile.

Luo Shuying naturally believed that he would not tell lies.

It's just a little strange, why did Tang Mo say this to a stranger like her?
"You..." Luo Shuying was about to continue asking, but Tang Mo had already walked away waving his big fan.

Luo Shuying felt more and more weird, scratched her hair, and returned to the auction house again.

Sure enough, the auction ended.

Soon, the master of ceremonies in charge of the auction came up and explained to everyone, "Everyone, I'm really sorry. The owner of the Ice Soul Grass intends to give it to someone who is destined for free!"

The audience suddenly exploded.

"Damn, fuck us!"

"Qianyuan Pavilion is too dishonest. We shouted so dryly, but this time we won't bid, and we are being treated like monkeys!"

"It's okay to be a monkey, the key is that we came all the way to be a supporting role! It's too unfair!"

The master of ceremonies wiped off his sweat in embarrassment. This was the first time he encountered such a situation, "Everyone, please be safe and don't be impatient. To express my apology from Qianyuan Pavilion, everyone who is here today can get the blue-rank middle-grade spirit for free." One stone."

Sure enough, the rich is the uncle.

As soon as these words came out, everyone shut up instantly.

A middle-grade blue-rank spirit stone, which is worth several thousand gold coins.

Seeing this, Luo Shuying was puzzled again.

What is going on in Qianyuan Pavilion today?
First, I want to give free gifts of Ice Soul Grass, and then give everyone a middle-grade blue-rank spirit stone.

Calculated in this way, Qianyuan Pavilion will lose several million gold coins today.

It's just that I don't know who this lucky person will be.

"It's not difficult to get the Ice Soul Grass, everyone just needs to answer one question immediately!" The master of ceremonies spoke again, and after glancing at countless pairs of eyes in the audience, he said again: "The clouds are moving across the fields, the years pass by, and the dust rises and falls. Whoever can answer the next sentence will belong to this Ice Soul Grass."

"What kind of strange pair is this! Isn't this sincerely making things difficult!"

"That's right, if you don't want to give it away, let it be, why bother to do such a thing, be an uncle..."

(End of this chapter)