"You make sure you don't run first, or I'll drag you away by the arm." The masked man finally picked a black talisman from his pocket and held it in his hand, threatening to ask Orange in ventriloquism.

[If you don't run, whoever runs will be your grandson, and you can leave it]

Ask Orange that things have taken a turn for the better, maybe this masked man can take him away, and he only opened his mouth without making a sound, so that the masked man could understand his lips.

After receiving Ask Orange's assurance, the black rune paper was pasted on Ask Orange's forehead, and the pungent fishy smell went straight to Ask Orange's nose, which felt like a herring had just been taken out of the can hanging in front of him.

Smoked by this smell, Wen Cheng was able to move instantly, reached out and tore off the rune paper on his forehead and threw it to the ground, the rune paper fell to the ground and ignited, and the white flames quickly devoured the entire rune paper, and there was not even a little rune ash left.

"Your surname is Mo?" As soon as Cheng Cheng stood up and was still staring at the flames on the ground, the masked man asked in ventriloquism.

"Well, don't ask Orange, what about you?" Ask Orange to tidy up his clothes, not humble or arrogant, and asked rhetorically.

"That comb was really yours just now?" The masked man seemed to be a little shocked, and his ventriloquist voice was a little strange, not as calm as just now.

"Well, although I can't prove it, I will never lie to you, Mo Shangxin is my grandmother! What about you? There must be a name. ”

Asking Orange, through the light of the auction, it was obvious that the masked man was a little flustered, and thought to himself, could this be because he knew his own family? asked the identity of the other party again.

"What is your identity, ask Boss Ji's name, Boss Ji is ......"

The masked man was still thinking about how to answer, when he heard Sister Chen talking on the side and pointing out his surname, he quickly refused to admit it, so nervous that his mouth opened and he almost spoke, and finally used ventriloquist to make out his identity.

"No, no, I don't have a surname, my surname is Zhang, Zhang Si, yes, my name is Zhang Si, if you want to be fine, you can move and leave quickly, this is not the place you should come to, just a comb, who takes it to use it is not used, why bother."

After speaking, the mask man turned around in a panic to leave, almost tripped over the handrail of the stairs and almost collided with the end plate man who was about to go on stage, and even left the mask in the middle of the crash, and asked Cheng to pick it up and wanted to catch up and return it to him, but was stopped by Sister Chen.

"Give it to me! After hooking up with this hook up and hooking up with that, why is this little girl's heart so wild now! You're a bitch who has been hung up on the public network and still wants to climb the high branches? I don't care about you! Get out of here! Don't show up at auction in the future! ”

Sister Chen put on the mask, pushed and asked Cheng to get out of her hands, and Wen Cheng was wearing a long skirt, and she was lying on the ground unsteadily, and the sword just pierced her palm.

The door of the auction was slammed open, and the masked man who was covering his face and trying to escape was hit on the forehead by the door, and one stumbled and almost fell, standing firm and looking up, a bronze sword flew in, and he knew more clearly that what Orange said was true.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, for fear that his identity would be exposed, so he hurriedly covered his forehead with one hand and his mouth and nose with the other, and continued to run out with only his eyes, and collided with Wen Qian who rushed into the door.

"Are you okay, I'm in a hurry to find my sister......"

Wen Qian hurriedly supported the other party, just wanted to explain that he didn't mean it, he was just looking for his sister, but he was pushed away before he finished speaking, seeing that person running away in a hurry shouldn't look like something was wrong, Wen Qian didn't care about him anymore.

"Who are you?"

The bald auctioneer on the auction table asked Qian loudly with the microphone, and the security guards in the dark were also ready to take Qian down at any time to maintain order in the venue.

Wen Qian looked at the huge banquet hall, all the people wearing masks looked at him in unison, Wen Qian was very nervous, and quickly explained

"I'm here to find my sister, she came here to work and hasn't come home in the evening......"

Wen Qian was talking about the screams of a woman coming from the backstage of the auction, and Wen Qian subconsciously thought that it was Wen Cheng, and he didn't care about observing the situation and dealing with it calmly, so he ran towards the table as fast as he could.

Wen Cheng's hand trembled after falling, and he pulled out the sword, and the bronze sword flew into the room, and fell in front of him and inserted it into the wooden floor.

"Sister Chen, this is what you asked for, don't blame me." Ask Orange reached out and grabbed the bronze hilt and pulled the sword out of the floor.

"What the hell are you trying to say! Won't I just push you? Do you still want to kill me? ”

Sister Chen was startled by the sudden appearance of the bronze sword, and she didn't know where the sword came at all, so she watched Wen Cheng draw her sword and stand up, what she said was so strange, and she was even more frightened in her heart, thinking that Wen Cheng was forced by herself to swing the sword to commit murder.

"Kill you? Killing your deity is still afraid of dirty blades, how can a hypocritical woman have a virtue for thousands of years, except for tearing and forcing her hands, she doesn't even have any fresh means. ”

Yu Jian Xin attached to Wen Cheng's body and complained about Sister Chen's outdated methods, holding a sword in one hand and shaking the hilt of the sword in his hand, and brushing Wen Cheng's hair with the other hand, he disliked that women were troublesome, and his long hair blocked his vision, and he slowly walked over to Sister Chen.

It's not that he doesn't want to go faster, it's that the broken shoes that Cheng is wearing will break his feet if he walks a little faster, and the aggrieved Yu Kenxin directly used the blade of the sword to cut the skirt and tear it into a short skirt, and took off the shoes and threw them at Sister Chen's feet.

"What size do you wear, change shoes with the deity, women are troublesome and short, they have to admit that they have to make some false steps so high and useless, and it is inconvenient to walk."

At this time, Sister Chen was already a frightened bird, she clearly realized that she and Wen Cheng's aura was not of the same grade at all, the other party was like a suddenly awakened tiger waiting for the opportunity to hunt prey, as long as Wen Cheng moved a little, she would be scared of her heart and dare not move.

Sister Chen thought that Wen Cheng was going to slap herself when she approached her, so she covered her face in fear and pressed against the wall to dodge, but she didn't wait for the slap and waited until a pair of shoes smashed at her feet.

The tense nerves could no longer withstand the torture of this shock, and broke down on his knees and screamed.

"Neurotic! The deity hasn't touched you yet, and you can't take off your shoes, so you still have the guts to tear it up, force? There's no shame in that. ”

Startled by Sister Chen's screams, Yu Jian Xin glanced at her with hatred for iron and steel, put the blade on his shoulder, and walked on stage barefoot with the bronze sword; The opponent's strength is insufficient, and he has no chance to fight with someone if he wants to, so he can only meet another scumbag again.

In front of the stage, Wen Qianzheng climbed onto the stage with his bare hands, followed by seven or eight security guards to stop him, at this time, Wen Cheng was dressed in a sequined black short skirt and barefoot, carrying a bronze sword, swaggering up from the backstage, and his aura was instantly two meters five.

Wen Qian immediately saw through it, which was his stupid sister, who was clearly the demonized Yukenxin.

Although the auctioneer is bald and greasy, he is absolutely professional in his work, and he took the initiative to come to Wen Cheng's side in order to resolve the accident and said

"This is today's temporary lot! Bronze Ancient Sword! ”

He had already put on white gloves and wanted to reach out to catch the sword, but he took the sword to relieve the cold atmosphere, but he was knocked on the back of his hand with the spine of the sword.

"Heh, what are you, you still want to touch the deity."

"What do you want to do? It's an auction! Screwing up the big boss will kill you! Zhao Auctioneer lowered his voice and roared and asked Orange threateningly.

At this time, Wen Qian also got rid of the security guard and climbed onto the stage, reached out to pull Wen Cheng's arm, and did not forget to explain to the auctioneer

"Hehe, misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding, this is my family's ancestral sword, not for sale."

"If you don't sell what comes to the stage? Do you treat us like monkeys? ”

A voice suddenly came out of the corner of the stage, obviously processed with a voice changer, although the voice didn't say anything, just this sentence just now had already made the audience fryer.

The auctioneer dodged awkwardly, signaling the security guard to stabilize the venue, and he stood back on the auction table, hitting the auction table with an auction hammer and yelling to stabilize everyone's emotions

"It's all quiet! The auction continues! This sword is available for bidding! Bosses, please bid! ”

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