"Madame......"

Yue lightly heard the sound of crying and grabbing the ground, and subconsciously turned her gaze, but saw a giant sword inserted horizontally at the door, Lei Protector leaned against the door frame in a fiery red shirt, and his black hair seemed to be a thick cloud fluttering in the wind, wrapping the beautiful figure.

And the three protectors of Dark Jinyun put their hands on the giant sword, looking at her pitifully, like a "little pampered"!

Duanmu Chen's sleeve waved, and a piece of paper flew out like a sharp sword.

The three protectors of Dark Jinyun were startled, put away their aggrieved expressions, and condensed their Xuan Li in the palm of their hands to block them.

The thin piece of paper lightly cut into the mass of mystical force they had condensed, cutting through a little skin before stopping.

"Take this, go to Mobai and ask for money!" Duanmuchen waved his sleeves, and the door slammed shut.

The three of them stared at the door, stunned for a moment, and finally reacted.

"Is the master's expression disgusting us?" Jin Protector asked subconsciously.

"No, the master is silent, let's go!" Yun Protector touched his chin and replied very calmly.

"What did we do wrong?" The Dark Protector blinked, puzzled.

As soon as the Thunder Protector Giant Sword was raised, "Bang Bang", and everyone's head was knocked on: "Shut up for the old lady and go to work!" ”

The three of them touched the bag that was knocked out of their heads, and hung their heads down.

Sister Lei, can you not be so tough? Tough no man to know, don't you?

At dusk, the setting sun stained the sky of Chu Mo City red, and a few crows landed on a broken wall, making a "croak" sound from time to time, adding a bit of desolation to Chu Mo City.

Mo Bai stood on the wide but deserted street, ragged, unkempt, and white-clothed, the beautiful son of Pianpian no longer existed at this time.

He didn't know how long he had been standing, and his legs were heavy as if they had been filled with lead.

The Mo family started as an auction house, and after thousands of years of hard work by their ancestors, they finally became a first-class force in the Xuanyue Continent, and the Linglong Pavilion symbolized the glory of the Mo family, but now, this glory has been destroyed, and Mo Bai feels that his whole world has collapsed, and he has worked hard for most of his life for this, but he was destroyed when he was about to take off.

"Young Master, let's go back! Linglong Pavilion is gone, we can build it again! It can even be built even more grandiose than before! Mo Yun's arm hung loosely to the side, comforting him with a sad expression.

As long as the people of the Mo family know that the existence of the Linglong Pavilion is the spiritual pillar of the Mo family, as long as the Linglong Pavilion does not fall, the Mo family will not be destroyed.

But now that the Linglong Pavilion has been destroyed, even if it is rebuilt, the meaning is completely different.

Besides, where does the Mo family have the capital to build another Linglong Pavilion?

If it weren't for the fact that the Mohists were not as good as the year, how could the time interval between the auction conferences be getting longer and longer? The Mo family is already doomed to decline, following the Chu family.

Mo Bai closed his eyes, his fists clenched suddenly, and his eyes became extremely fierce: "The people of the Zhongzhou Continent are too deceitful!" Xuantian Palace, deceive people too much! Oriental Brocade ......"

One figure after another crossed his mind, his eyes getting colder and colder.

Ever since the Mo family had problems, he has been forced step by step, and he has to back down and compromise.

From now on, he will no longer back down or compromise, because, he is white, and there is nothing left to lose!