God-level Refiner: Ghost King Pampering and Pampering Concubine

Chapter 50 Arrogant Mu Changqing

"2000 million gold coins, is there anything higher than this!" Shahua downstairs has already started to shout, if no one bids higher than Mu Changqing, then the Holy Moon Killing Soul will belong to Mu Changqing.

"Twenty-five million!" A weak male voice broke the existing silence.

With just one sentence, Yan Wuyou swept towards Beiming Wuchen who was facing him, only to see that Beiming Wuchen had stood up, but the coughing continued.

The magician weapon, Beiming Wuchen is already a waste, what is he doing with Shengyue Soul Killer?
Yan Wuyou didn't understand Beiming Wuchen more and more.

"Uncle Nine Emperors, Lord Nine Princes! Are you trying to embarrass the little girl on purpose?" Mu Changqing smiled slightly, her mouth slightly curved, and she looked at Beiming Wuchen with affectionate eyes.

"It's difficult! Miss Mu, what does this mean? Why doesn't this king understand?" Beiming Wuchen took his hand away from his mouth, and just looked at Mu Changqing indifferently.

Mu Changqing was dressed in red, dancing without wind, like a fairy descending from the mortal world.

"Uncle Nine Emperors! You are already a well-known waste. What is the use of you wanting this Holy Moon Killing Soul? You know that I want to buy this Holy Moon Killing Soul. If you raise the price so publicly, do you think my Mu family has no money? ah!"

Fuck!This woman is so arrogant!

Yan Wuyou rolled his eyes, with a smile on his face, he glanced lightly at Beiming Wuchen, then at Mu Changqing, and lightly hooked his fingers, Qingfeng bent down.

"Miss, what are your orders?" Although Qingfeng didn't know what was going on with Yan Wuyou, he knew that it must have something to do with Mu Changqing.

He also took a look at Beiming Wuchen who was on the opposite side. This person seemed familiar.

"The price is higher than that of Mu Changqing!" Yan Wuyou whispered a few words into Qingfeng's ear.

Hearing this, Qingfeng glanced at Yan Wuyou in surprise, the purpose of their trip wasn't Shengyue's murder of souls!

What's more, they don't have so much money to waste!
"Miss..." Qingfeng was puzzled, even more reluctant!

The smile on Yan Wuyou's face remained undiminished, "You just ask the price, then Mu Changqing should be sure to win, you just need to keep the price a little better, this Jubao Pavilion is the property of your Huanyou Pavilion, if Mu Changqing really can't afford it anymore, so it's fine if you Huanyou Pavilion come forward."

Yan Wuyou hates people who use money to oppress people the most. I don’t know why when I saw Mu Changqing for the first time, I was very upset. Seeing Shengyue killing souls is even more heartbreaking. I don’t like people and weapons. It shouldn't be so easy to be together.

"Okay." Qingfeng glanced helplessly at the arrogant Mu Changqing, as if he had made a lot of determination, and came to the front of the private room. As long as Mu Changqing raised the price, he would definitely not be polite. It is good for the Lord not to be angry.

"3000 million!" Sure enough, just as Qingfeng was settled in the battle, Mu Changqing yelled out 3000 million with a look of contempt on her lips.

The smile on the corner of Yan Wuyou's mouth didn't fade, he took a sip of the ginseng tea lightly, and looked at the situation opposite if there was nothing there.

Beiming Wuchen also took a sip of tea. He had a golden mask on his face, so he couldn't see the expression on his face at the moment, but judging from the way he drank tea, it seemed that there was no pressure.

"Thirty-five million!" Qingfeng didn't look at Mu Changqing again, but at Shengyue Shisoul on the high platform!

Mingyue raised her eyebrows and looked at Qingfeng puzzled. Mingyue should also know the origin of Yan Wuyou's trip, knowing that Yan Wuyou didn't come here for Shengyue's soul killing, and she didn't understand why Yan Wuyou wanted to participate. Come to the battle of the Holy Moon Soul Killer.

Looking at Qingfeng, but didn't read anything from Qingfeng's face, Mingyue slightly tightened Shengyue Shipo's hand.

"Thirty-five million! Will Miss Mu still want to follow?" Beiming Wuchen didn't look at Mu Changqing or Qingfeng, but gently stroked the lid of the teacup.

Mu Changqing glanced at Beiming Wuchen contemptuously, "Does Uncle Nine Emperors think that my Mu family doesn't have the money to buy this Shengyue Soul Killer?"

"4000 million~!" Just as Mu Changqing was about to bid, Beiming Changhua who was not far away finally spoke.

In fact, as soon as Beiming Changhua came in, he looked at Yan Wuyou intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing Yan Wuyou in a pink dress today, who was as beautiful as a fairy in Yaochi, he really felt very uncomfortable.

Why didn't he find out that Yan Wuyou was good before?

And Yan Wuyou is not a waste, he is still the same third rank as him!

Although he got Yan Linglong now, he felt as if he had lost the watermelon and picked sesame seeds.

Just now I didn't intend to kill the soul of Shengyue, but seeing the people brought by Yan Wuyou called the price,

It just so happened that Yan Wuyou was an illusionist, and Mu Changqing also looked like he was determined to win, so without any consideration, he wanted to buy Shengyue Shipo and give it to Yan Wuyou.

Yan Wuyou didn't have too many expressions on his face, but it was beyond her expectation that Beiming Changhua would speak.

Qingfeng had no bottom to begin with. Hearing Beiming Changhua's yell, he immediately didn't want to follow anymore, and quickly looked at Yan Wuyou.

Yan Wuyou raised her eyes and only glanced at Qingfeng, then at Mu Changqing.

Mu Changqing was really arguing with Beiming Wuchen just now, but when she suddenly heard that Beiming Changhua was also involved, her face changed slightly.

She didn't expect that Beiming Changhua would get involved. She didn't need to cut Beiming Wuchen before, but Beiming Changhua was different. Although there was already a prince, the prince was not as strong as Beiming Changhua.

"Xian Wang! It's been a long time. I didn't expect that a warrior like Xian Wang would be interested in this holy moon. As far as I know, Miss Yan's family is a monk!"

Mu Changqing deliberately emphasized the word monk, she just wanted to remind everyone here of what happened to Beiming Changhua and Yan Linglong a few days ago.

Because Yan Wuyou is a waste and rarely attends banquets, Mu Changqing doesn't know Yan Wuyou.

Beiming Changhua already regretted the matter with Yan Linglong, but now that it was brought up in full view, and Yan Wuyou was still present, he was really pissed off.

"Miss Mu, it doesn't seem to matter to you. I am a warrior, but my uncle is a magician. I can buy it and give it to my uncle." Beiming Changhua said tenderly. Glancing at Yan Wuyou on the opposite side, he looked sideways at Mu Changqing coldly.

Yan Wuyou twitched his lips and shook his head lightly. He really didn't like Beiming Changhua's eyes.

It seems that Yu Wuchen didn't teach Beiming Changhua a lesson that day, which made Beiming Changhua still have thoughts about her.

Give it to the ghost king!Are you kidding?
Everyone in the world doesn't know who doesn't know, and the ghost king is already a waste.

"Xian Wang! Everyone knows the origin of the ghost king Uncle Nine Emperors. He used to be a magician, but now Shengyue kills his soul. Give it to me."

(End of this chapter)