Chapter 97: Strategizing

Qin Qianqian's eyes, like a poisonous snake of a yin owl, suddenly penetrated the window lattice and looked at the elegant seat opposite.

That woman dares to grab something from her!

Qin Qianqian closed her eyes and took a deep breath: "Two and two hundred thousand!"

At this point, every time she patted it, she felt a lot of pain.

Before leaving, her father only gave her three million, and if she exceeded, she would not be able to bring back the six-vein Laneige.

"Two and three hundred thousand!"

Chu Yue held the wine glass in her hand, slightly tilted her skull, and the pure gold mask on her face was flowing with divine brilliance.

"Two million four million!" Qin Qianqian almost vomited blood, clenched her hands into fists, and tightened her sleeves.

"Two and a half million. ”

Chu Yue was not in a hurry, the wind was light, and she followed Qin Qianqian to ask for the price, like playing with the fish waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board.

"Two million eight million!"

Another coquettish voice sounded, Xuanyuan Yu put his hands around his chest, his nostrils were facing the sky, he snorted coldly on his toes, and his face seemed to be written: This princess has money.

A slight smile appeared in Chu Yue's eyes, her entire spine sank into the back of the chair, and her eyes opened a slit lazily.

That arbitrary and casual appearance is quite a bit of a romantic meaning.

"Three million!" Qin Qianqian, who was in the elegant room, her heart had fallen into a trough, and her face was full of misery when she called the auction.

Three million is her bottom line.

Xuanyuan Yu twisted his eyebrows and glared at Qin Qianqian, who was sitting on the opposite side, "What, dare to fight with this princess." ”

After speaking, Xuanyuan Yu stiffened his neck and shouted: "Three and a half million!"

Qin Qianqian's lips were dry, and her whole face seemed to have been drained of blood, white and almost transparent, sickly.

She pretended to be calm and picked up the teacup, but her hand trembled, and the water in the teacup kept splashing out.

Bang!

Qin Qianqian's eyes were fierce, and she clenched her hand holding the teacup suddenly.

The teacup shattered between her palms, and the hot tea spilled from between her fingers, and the shards of the teacup were as sharp as a sword, cutting through her palms.

Bright red blood flowed down, staining the velvet blanket on his legs.

The rest of the women in the room screamed.

Ye Ruoxue hurriedly squatted down, took out a handkerchief and wrapped Qin Qianqian's injured hand, "Qianqian......"

"Four million!" Qin Qianqian's eyes cracked, and she shouted in a flamboyance.

Xuanyuan Yu tightened his eyebrows, "Four hundred and five!"

On the side of the elegant seat, the Seven Emperor Uncles drank Yacha lightly, his eyes were deep, and he looked at the girl sitting on the chair teasing the cat.

The whole situation of the auction house is in her strategy.

The concise words just pushed the contradiction between Xuanyuan Yu and Qin Qianqian.

On the other hand, she, the initiator, stayed out of the matter, and the old god was at ease.

Shen Qingfeng and Xue Cheng also discovered this, and looked at Chu Yue's eyes with more exploration and scrutiny.

"Five million!" Qin Qianqian said with red eyes.

Xuanyuan Yu was angry, and was about to continue to follow, but Chu Yue on the side asked lightly: "Does the princess like this six-vein Lanzhi very much?"

With these words, Xuanyuan Yu instantly sobered up and glanced at Chu Yue suspiciously.

Isn't she competing with Miss Ye, why did she end up being a battlefield between her and Qin Qianqian?

Looking at Miss Ye again, she was not interested in the six-vein Laneige at all.

Xuanyuan Yu pursed his lips, "That's it, don't want it, who is rare like that." ”

Having said that, between her eyebrows, there is always a little loneliness.

The reason for the cracks in the dantian made it impossible for her to become a martial artist.

This six-vein Laneige, which is worth a thousand gold, is naturally useless to her.

But all living beings, who doesn't aspire to become a warrior and fight out a bright and brilliant avenue?