The Gate Of Good Fortune

“Earnings is listed at a price of 1,000 pints, although this price is far from reflecting the price of earnings. But all of you who are here today are friends of my Happy Water Academy, and to find a better place to belong for profit, we decided to list our cards at the lowest price...” With a seductive expression on the delicate face, I have no idea what a face is.

“One thousand and three hundred spirit stones, Miss Ying Ying, I've already caught my eye, no one should rob me.” A white, fat man sitting in the first row stood up and shouted.

The man reminded Ningcheng of the arrogant old man at the Xijia auction house, but in front of him the white, fat man only seemed to gather four levels to build, and he didn't know where he came from.

“Two thousand spirit stones.” Ningcheng guessed correctly, this fat white man just said it, someone quoted it, and it was 700 spirit stones.

The offer is for a man in black sitting in the corner.

Obviously, Fatty White didn't think anyone would give him the face, and he got angry, “Who are you? Did you just arrive in West Carolina to deliberately fall in front of me? ”

Fatty, this sentence contains an important message that you just arrived in West Carolina. If you didn't ask who I am, would you dare come and fight me?

“Pfft.” Two crisp sounds, the black man flew up and slapped the fat man.

Fatty White was hit again and sat back, spitting out two teeth.

“Don't you dare talk, I'll split you up.” When the man in black fell back to his seat, he scolded with disdain.

Fatty White seemed scared by the fierceness of the man in black and dared not to continue talking.

Still standing on the stage sweeping away with a sweet glance, as if he didn't see it, he seemed to be hoping someone would report a higher price.

I don't know if Earnings can only be worth 2,000 Spirit Stones, or if anyone else dares to compete with the black man. No one continues to raise the price, and eventually the surplus is sent to the black man.

Ningcheng noticed that this man in black was definitely a condensed second floor repair, but he hid his own repair, and here it just seemed to gather 80% of the energy. In Ningcheng's view, this black man's coarse second floor is not enough to scare Yishui Yard. This man dares to be so arrogant here, it looks like he should still have the strength to keep Yishui Yard in check.

The red crystal curtain on the stage was pulled up again, and the delicate and trembling giggled, "Congratulations to the friend who just got what he wanted, and congratulations to Yingying for finding a better place to belong. ”

Ningcheng sneered. The man in black apparently bought Yingying for the furnace, and Yingying should be said to have entered a fire pit. It's so shameless and dare to say good things about belonging.

“The second is Novak. Novak is a double-stranded spiritual root, and even more gentle and beautiful. If it wasn't for helping Novak find a better place to belong, I wouldn't want to let her go. In order to make Novak happier in the future, we only have 1,500 Psychic Stones listed...”

The crystal curtains in the back have been opened automatically after a few words of pretentious modeling.

In front of everyone is a beautiful woman in a blue dress, who doesn't look tall but prefers to feel long and should have a better temperament.

What puzzled Ningcheng was that Novak had a very natural smile on her face, completely different from her previous and lucrative divine color, as if she really wanted to be sold on a listing.

“Two thousand spirit stones.” A young man sitting in the second row suddenly quoted.

Ningcheng only discovered at this time that Novak's eyes were extremely soft on the young man, who immediately knew that the young man, like his uncle and stone, had deliberately come to take Novak away.

“I give two thousand and two hundred spirit stones.” Previously quoted The Black Man Who Bought Yield quoted again.

The young man heard the offer and changed his face, but he immediately said in silence, "Two thousand and three hundred spirit stones. ”

“I give 2,500 spirit stones.” This has already purchased a nun in black who looks generous and doesn't hesitate to raise the price.

Ningcheng has already seen that the man in black does not seem to want a stove, but rather a nun to help him practice a certain kind of work, so it seems that the nun he wants is not yet one.

Generally, there are roots, and most of the trained women have been taken away by the college or some small gate pie. This person comes to Yishui Yard to buy a listed nun, which is a shortcut.

Ningcheng insinuated that if that were the case, the nuns would be bought away by this man, and the next step would be more miserable than making a stove.

“I gave 2,600 spirit stones, seniors, Novak was my favorite girl, and asked seniors to show mercy.” The young man was very polite and much better than the old fat white man. At least he didn't threaten anyone with XXX, who was in West Carolina.

The man in black glanced at the young man and suddenly said, "Who are you again? ”

“Three thousand spirit stones, Seasonal Brother, you just asked for one, leave this to me.” The other corner suddenly stood up a grey man, who first quoted, then said a word to the black man who had already bought the profits and was still competing for Novak.

This has already bought a profitable black man snorted, “I need a few nuns these days for a lot of purpose, next time I won't have them again. If I compete smoothly this time, it is my dead enemy. ”

After saying this, the man in black called Seasonal Shun again called the price, "Three thousand and a hundred spirit stones. ”

The gray coat man quoted for 3,000 seemed very constrained this season, frowned and finally did not continue to raise the price.

The young man sitting in the second row, the first to quote, had a rapidly changing face, with a maximum of 2,800 spirit stones on him. He thought it was enough, but he didn't expect Novak's price to rise so fast to 3100.

He looked at the white fat man with the blood on his face and finally didn't keep talking.

Seeing that the man who wanted to redeem herself didn't raise the price any more, Novak finally felt wrong and her face instantly grew pale. Nor have they spent two days a day in such places, and they have long heard of strange monks practicing with women.

Now this black man named Seasonal has bought Yingying and bought her again, apparently to practice with a woman. Once in the hands of such a person, one can only pray for his death to be swift.

“Monroe, you raise the price, hurry up the price, please raise the price...” Novak finally couldn't sit down, almost crying on the high stage. The sound was amazing and distracting. Unfortunately, instead of raising the price, he lowered his head.

Suddenly she frowned and snorted. Novak heard this chilling hum, subconsciously shook a chill, and never dared to ask Meng Lang to raise the price again.

Uncle Shi sitting next to Ningcheng sighed. “They are so pathetic. If I don't meet you, Poor Eun will be as pathetic as them...”

Ningcheng has not seen much of this, and it has not been possible to watch the nuns fall into the fire pit as calmly as the rest. Even if the nuns were dusty, he could not calm down. He almost squeezed his fist out of the water, but unfortunately he couldn't help. I could only watch the man in black called Seasonal Shun buy Novak away again with 3100 spirit stones.

And then, as he put it, the third and fifth women were all bought away by him. The fourth, sixth and seventh places were purchased by the rest of us. He did not quote because his qualifications did not meet his requirements. But whenever he offers, he buys it.

The first two rows of dudes did offer a lot of quotes, but they didn't have a single successful bid. With the experience of Fatty White, no one dares to continue to threaten these unidentified blackjackets with XXX, or these monk hats with their faces covered.

“The eighth listed is our Lady Poor Lady of Happy Water Court. Lady Poor Lady has a set of main roots, and her appearance is also the culmination of this listing. Miss Poor Auntie's listing price is 2,000 pixie stones. If you like Miss Poor Auntie's guests, go ahead and get out early...”

The crystal curtain behind the delicate reveals a pale, tall, picky woman. The woman had long hair, a few points prettier than the seven people in front. Not only that, but this woman's cultivation is by far the highest, and it is already a five-story gathering. Ningcheng praised Tai Shi's eyes. The nun was really good.

“I give 2,500 pint stones.” The Black Clothes Man was the first to bid first.

Uncle Tai Shi immediately added the price, “Three thousand spirit stones. ”

It seemed to hear Tai Uncle Stone's voice, and Poor Eun raised her head with surprise, and then she saw Tai Uncle Stone, her eyes immediately revealed a hot light, even her pale face became a little more red.

“Three thousand five hundred spirit stones, this is called Lady Poor Eun. I want it. Who dares to raise the price?” Seasonal tone became colder and swept towards Tai Uncle Stone with a murderous eye.

Almost with substance, Tai Uncle Shi immediately felt it, and also realized that Seasonal Shun was definitely not a concentration of eight layers, but a condensed monk.

After feeling that Seasonal Shun was a Master Jianzhen, Tai Uncle Stone's face immediately looked difficult. He actually stagnated for a moment, wondering if he should continue to raise the price. If the price continues to rise, the White Fatty's front car is not far off. Not only will he not be able to take Poor Eun, but he will also be involved in Ningcheng.

At first glance at the face and expression of Tai Uncle Stone, Ningcheng knew that Tai Uncle Stone was shocked by Seasonal Shun's mending and killing intentions. He did not hesitate to quote, "Four thousand spirit stones. ”

“Okay, have the guts, dare to grab a woman with me in season...” In season Shun's conversation, the killer burst out again, at the same time the figure popped out again, slapping directly towards the bidding Ningcheng.

Ningcheng's nine-story monk, in his eyes, is like an ant.

“What the hell are you? Don't you dare squirm in front of me.” Ningcheng, aware of the importance of the momentum, sarcastically used what he had said before, also flew up and punched him out.

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