The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor

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As soon as the voice of Qingjiao fell, everyone began to bid.

"Two thousand Lingshi!"

"Two thousand two thousand Lingshi!"

"Three thousand..."

All the way soaring, the price of the 100,000 Lingshi.

The 100,000 Lingshi is basically the normal starting price of the purple-order instrument, and the people who ask for the price are slowly becoming less and less.

Only two or two people are still continuing...

The illusion climbed over the collapsed, curiously looking at the rolling black ball on the stage, the ball is about the size of the watermelon she is getting.

She raised her finger and said, "Uncle, I want to eat that black watermelon!"

Jimo's slightly twitched his lips and hangs a light smile. "That's not watermelon, you can't eat."

The illusion is pouting, "That's right, black watermelon, I want to eat, I want to eat!"

What can Moya say?

Pressed the price of the switch.

"200,000 Lingshi."

Everyone else began to increase the price of 1,000, and the price continued to be around 150,000. When he opened his mouth, it was 200,000.

Suddenly, the eyes of the entire auction house looked at the direction of the No. 8 package.

One million Lingshi buys a bowl of spiritual food, and 200,000 Lingshi buys an unusable implement, which is the local style of the red fruit!

However, in this way, originally thought that this purple-order instrument can only collect people who can not be used, and began to think, even the things that local tyrants are fancy, is there any other thing?

Will it be a good thing, they didn’t find it for a while?

As a result, those who did not ask for the price began to speak out.

"Two thousand."

"Twenty-seven thousand."

......

That is, the posture of Moya is elegant, and the corner of his mouth is like a smile. "Fifty thousand!"

When the fifty thousand one is out, everyone is lost.

The illusion is looking at the fun, she also presses the button of the asking price, giggling, "600,000!"

The original No. 8 bag called 500,000 people no one to pay the price, the result, the magical face and messy fun called a 600,000.

Fortunately, there is a special array in each private room. In order to protect the privacy of VIPs, the sound of asking price is mechanically unified, regardless of the voice of men and women.

The 600,000 phantoms made the whole audience stunned, and then there was an argument.

"Really, please accept our knees! You can buy a normal purple-order instrument at this price."

"You can take the opportunity to install a forced back, call a 700,000, 800,000, have a mouth addiction, anyway, the local tyrant will definitely shoot."

"Be careful out of the auction house, the local tyrants cut you, the rich local tyrants are sure that the power is not small, you are dead. And if the local tyrants don't want to, you won't even wear the pants."

"Cough, just talk about playing."

......

"600,000!" The host Qingjiao screamed and screamed three times. "There are 600,000 Lingshi in the 8th bag, there is no higher... well, no, congratulations to the 8th private room, I got This purple-order instrument, I wish this VIP can find out how to use it... Congratulations again!"

......

Not a while.

This black paint horse's spherical implement was sent over, and it was still sent by the ink five.

Before I was separated, I didn’t see it clearly. Now, when I look closely, the Moya uses the spiritual power to explore. This black watermelon ball that is flying fast can still stimulate its purple light, but it can’t sense what it is inside. Something, why do you move?

The illusion was so happy that the black watermelon was taken out of the crystal box. As soon as she hugged it, the ball that was clearly rolling quickly did not move.