Emperor’s Domination

Chapter 442 tells you a story.

“You, you're the kid?” Looking at the man who suddenly appeared in front of me, some people were not quite sure.

And the guy who came out of nowhere laughed and said, “If you change the bag, I'm the kid, the kid is me. ”

Everyone couldn't help but look at the people who suddenly appeared in front of them, and they all felt a little absurd. They heard that the kid was shooting the coffin, and many people thought that the man who hosted the auction could be a ghost in the capital.

However, the person who appeared out of nowhere seemed to be irrelevant. The person who suddenly appeared in front of him was an elderly man of a great body, not small at all. The elderly man had white snow hair and a long white beard. He looks charitable, like a charitable grandfather.

No one in front of this old man can associate him with the kid. This is a little kid, obviously a charitable old man.

There were young monks who opened their eyes to see if the old man was a man or a ghost, but whoever opened his eyes couldn't see through the old man, couldn't see if he was a man or a ghost.

“Are you a man or a ghost?” Someone couldn't help but ask.

“It's a secret!” The kid laughed and said, revealing a mysterious colour, which made the young monks present even more curious.

The old man in front of him, although he can't tell if he's a man or a ghost by the eyes of heaven, he doesn't look like a ghost anyway. But if it wasn't a ghost, what was it, you know, the older monks would never want to go into the capital, no matter how powerful, unless they didn't want to live anymore.

If it was a man, then why did he enter the capital, and, as anyone could see, it seemed that the capital had no effect on him. You know, any person who loses blood entering the capital will be affected, especially the older monks, but the little one in front of him will not be affected at all.

This caused many people to have doubts in their minds. Qiurong, sitting next to Li Qi Night, had to whisper to Li Qi Night and say, “Is he really a ghost? ”

In fact, at first, Autumn Snow thought the little one was a very small or even very young ghost, but did not expect to be a benevolent old man.

“Him--” Li Qi looked at the kid at night, smiling, then shook his head gently and said: “Well, I don't know, I'm afraid nobody will know. ”

Qiurong Xue knew what Li Qi Night must have known, but he didn't want to talk about it.

“Well, not much to say, the auction starts now, the principle is simple, no such thing as a baby soldier, no refinement, no night fish. I take out a thing, anyone can trade it for me, as long as it's my favorite thing, I'll trade it for him.” The kid laughed and said.

When you hear kids, a lot of people don't have to face each other. What kind of auction is this? It's a barter, and it's also very fresh.

At this time, the little boy took out a small coffin, which was not large, about the size of a box, and the whole coffin was carved out of jade, or even completely united, and the whole coffin gave off a cool smell.

At this time, the kid opened the coffin gently, and as he opened the coffin, it emitted a bright light and made a crisp noise, like the sound of a golden bead rolling on a jade plate.

At this point, you can see that there is a cocoon in the coffin, a cocoon almost the size of a fist, this cocoon is all green, as if it were made of jade wire, amazing.

“This is Cui Tian Cicada's cocoon! Inside the larvae, as long as the larvae hatch, Cui Tian Cicada breaks out of the cocoon.” The little one laughed and closed the coffin and said, "Now, take out your treasures. ”

After hearing this, many people looked at each other. Many people have not even heard of Cui Tianzen, let alone exchanged their treasures.

“Cui Tian Cicada, legendary from ancient immortal soil!” Finally, a young monk from an ancient family could not help but say.

Hearing this, those present could not help but be moved. As long as the monks knew that as long as ancient immortal soil can be entered, it is a great miracle and opportunity. Whatever the old soil of the six great ancient immortal soils, those who have the opportunity to enter will reap the harvest.

Now this Cui Tian Cicada is actually made from ancient immortal soil, how can it not be disfigured?

“I have a strange soldier here called the meteor clock...” A young monk took out a treasure clock, said Busy.

“I said no more weapons!” The young monk had not finished his speech. He was caught with one hand and thrown out of Midtown at once.

Kids can easily throw each other out of Midtown, which makes a lot of people feel bad and know that kids are unpredictable.

“I have a gem that I want to trade with you.” Another monk took out a treasure box, opened it and saw a glimmer of divine light, he showed the kid a glance, and immediately put it on the box, afraid that people would see what gems were inside.

“Don 't--” the kid glanced and shook his head.

“I have an ancient bone.” At this time, the green gold from the Holy Nation of Ten Thousand Bones took out a bone the size of a palm. This bone seemed to be a skull, and the skull was all black. When this bone was taken out, it actually sounded a cloudy ghost cry, making people hear creeps.

“Kind of funny.” The kid glanced at this ancient bone and nodded in praise.

Green gold cannot help but be a joy. Without a doubt, he is hopefully replacing Cui Tian Cicada in the hands of the child.

“Let me tell you a story.” At this time, Li Qi Night said slowly.

As soon as Li Qi Night came out, Qiurong's evening snow couldn't help but snow. This is ridiculous. Everyone else traded treasures for it. He actually told stories for it.

“Huh, don't mess around here without the treasure, just go away.” Seeing a people like Li Qi Night, Qingjin snorted coldly.

“Yes,” the kid nodded, “but be careful, if you're making up a story, I'll throw you out. Of course, if you like the story, Cui Tian Cicada is yours. ”

Kids say that, no one can imagine, stories can be exchanged for treasures, which is outrageous, they've never had anything like this before.

“Don't worry, it's definitely a good story.” Li Qinight laughed, then cleared his voice and said, “A long time ago, there was a crow who could speak. Once again, a long time ago, there was a man named Ram, a man in the shadows. One day, the crow met the ram, and the crow told the ram that the immortal lived in a place called the Immortal Cave. Moreover, the immortal planted a fairy grass, if he ate this fairy grass, he would live forever..."

“What kind of story is this? It's a mess...” The Prince of God burned to hear this place and said it without a smile.

“Shut up -” However, the kid listened to the smell, interrupted the words of the divine burning prince, the divine burning prince quietly shut his mouth.

“... but it's very difficult to get this fairy grass of a cactus. The crow told the ram that he had a way to get him the fairy grass, so long as he obeyed his arrangement, then the ram believed the crow's words...”

Li Qinight slowly came and told this story, which sounded boring. A lot of people here heard Li Qi Night tell such stories, it is simply sleepless, and they don't want to hear it at all. This is a messy story. Even children don't want to hear such stories. For their monks, they have wonderful things every day. Such boring and absurd stories are simply boring.

In fact, even Autumn Rong and Snow find such a story unpleasant. The legend of an immortal emperor is far better than such a small story. Such a story may entice the children of all worlds, but as monks, stories like Li Qi Night are even more bland than their daily experiences.

“… the ram listened to the crow's advice, met the immortal, and saw the fairy grass. The ram begged for fairy grass from the cactus, but the cactus...” Speaking of which, Li Qi stopped at night.

“And then what?” Compared to other bored people, the kid listens to it and many people don't understand it. What's so good about such boring stories?

“Then the rams were exterminated.” Li Qi Night spoke here and laughed.

The first silent one is the Qiurong late snow with Li Qi Night. What story is this? Suddenly the genocide suddenly disappeared. The foreword doesn't match the postscript, it's a mess. What story is this?

“Bullshit stories, no end.” Some people think that Li Qi Night suddenly ends the story like this, it's just too ridiculous. Although he was bored and plain to start telling the story, at least there is a sense of structure. Now suddenly, the rams are extinct. This is simply not the foreword, it's messy.

Yet the kid closed his eyes, shook his head, muttered to himself, and no one could understand what he was nagging about.

“Good story, good story, amazing, really amazing, Van Gogh miracle, the only one in the world.” After a while, the kid sighed and caressed his hand.

The kid's admiration made everyone look silly, including the late autumn snow. This is outrageous. The story of a mess, a headless story, and a misplaced foreword is actually being admired as a good story. This is really unbelievably confusing.

“This little coffin is yours now.” The kid seemed very excited and threw the Jade Coffin with the Cui Tian Cicada at Li Qi Night.

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