Wen Qinghua!

This bastard keeps raising the price, and every time he raises the price, he looks at me defiantly. He and Chu Shisanmei are husband and wife, but now Chu Shisanmei is suffering on stage, and he doesn't even look at it.

Is this also considered a couple?

It's something that even a brute is inferior......

I squinted my eyes and finally raised the sign in my hand, not because I was rich, but because I was unhappy with Wen Qinghua.

"Eighteen million, Yang Sheng bid eighteen million!" The old lady pointed to me in the private room.

My heart sank, this bastard wouldn't mention anyone's name, but she did mention my name, which shows that she has bad intentions at all.

The people who come here are all bigwigs from all walks of life, everyone wears masks, and no one will reveal their identity, but this old lady called out my name, I am afraid that I can really get out of the plum garden tonight, and I will also become the target of public criticism.

"Anyone else?" At this time, the old lady squinted her eyes and scanned the venue.

Sure enough, someone raised the sign in their hand again!

I knew that someone would definitely increase the price, but I didn't expect that the person who increased the price was not Wen Qinghua, nor was it a little monster, but another person I knew......

Wen Guohua!

I didn't expect Wen Guohua to come!

Didn't the Wen family only have one invitation? Why is Wen Qinghua here and Wen Guohua also here?

"Twenty million!" Wen Guohua held up the sign and said coldly.

Everyone looked sideways, but Wen Guohua didn't care, staring at the little aunt's expression, like a wolf staring at food.

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, feeling a little turbulent inside.

"Twenty million, does anyone still increase the price?" The old woman on the stage said with a cruel smile.

"Twenty-one million!" At this time, the little monster next door finally opened his mouth, but the person who opened his mouth was the headless rakshasa holding him.

Hatred grew in my heart, and I raised the sign in my hand, "Twenty-two million!" ”

"Yang Sheng bid 22 million, is there anyone else bidding?" The old woman glared at me hatefully, and hurriedly said loudly.

The eyes of everyone in the audience were fixed on me.

I'm wearing a mask, and others don't know what I look like, but as long as someone has a heart to go back and check, I will definitely be exposed.

Mei Yuan's hand is simply a heartbeat.

But since I dared to come, I didn't think about being afraid, and now I just need to wait for an opportunity, waiting for a perfect time to make a move.

"Twenty-five million!" Wen Qinghua gritted his teeth and stared back at me resentfully, a little demonstrative.

"Twenty-eight million!" Wen Guohua actually held up the sign.

Everyone present fell silent.

The cannibalism of their own brothers, in the eyes of outsiders, is indeed a big show.

Seven years ago, the Wen family had already received an invitation, but later because of Wen Qinghua's superior skills, he got an invitation from the Wen family, which made Wen Guohua regret it for seven years. Now that he has finally come to this place, how can he let go of such an opportunity?

"Thirty million!" At this time, someone raised the price again, but it was a person I didn't know.

The old lady on the stage had a cruel smile on her face, "It's already 30 million......"

I took a deep breath, the Netherworld Prison Knife had already sensed it, no matter what, I wouldn't let my little aunt fall into the hands of others.

At this time, the green vines on the stage have been extended out little by little, and the front end has been wrapped around Wang Ermei's ankle, I saw Wang Ermei raise her head instantly, her eyes widened, and her mouth opened wide, as if she was in extreme pain, but she couldn't make a sound.

I was so confused that I clenched the knife in my hand, delayed it for a few more minutes, and if there was no good time, I had to do it, because Wang Ermei and they might not be able to hold on.

"Thirty-two million!" In the next box, there was a voice.

"Thirty-five million!" Wen Qinghua gritted his teeth and said.

"40 million ......"

In just ten minutes, the price has exceeded 50 million, which has surprised everyone.

In fact, before I came, I had an inquiry, and it is said that in the past, the transaction price of each plum was about 20 million, which is also acceptable to everyone. But today is different, this is destined to be the last plum tree in the plum garden......

The women of the plum garden are proficient in all kinds of occult arts, feng shui, dragon veins, and even have a good understanding of the general trend.

Such a woman, coupled with her beautiful appearance, is not at all something that money can measure. And don't forget, these women are just pawns and bonds, and the plum garden behind them is more like a behemoth.

"Sixty million!" Wen Qinghua had already gritted his teeth and said loudly.

Everyone present fell silent, this price is already ridiculously high, I'm afraid no one wants to add more.

"A dragon vein!" In the box next door, a sharp voice was heard.

At this time, everyone present was startled and raised their heads to look at the little monster's private room.

Dragon Vein!

It turned out to be a dragon vein!

If it was just a competition for financial resources, no one present would care about the little monster, but as soon as the dragon vein came out, everyone was surprised.

"Has anyone raised the price?" A hint of ecstasy flashed on the face of the old lady on the stage.

Wen Qinghua was annoyed and angry, and he had already stood up suddenly, "What is the dragon vein?" I was the highest bidder in the whole audience, and this woman is my ......."

When the words fell, Wen Qinghua had already taken a step forward and was about to rush to the stage.

"Wen Qinghua, are you still a little educated?" Wen Guohua stood up and said loudly: "I bid 61 million, I want this woman ......"

"Look for death!" There was an angry shout from next door, and I heard the sound of glass breaking.

There was a squeaky cry from the audience, and the glass of the little monster's private room had exploded, and a bloody head rushed out quickly.

The people present let out exclamations, especially Wen Qinghua, who was so frightened that he almost collapsed to the ground. He does have some power, and he has mixed well over the years, but when has he ever seen such a scene?

I knew that this was an opportunity, and the black mist in my hand flashed, and the private room was suddenly filled with the sound of ghosts crying and howling.

The Netherworld Prison Knife appeared in my hand, more than four feet long, and the knife was surrounded by a hideous demon, crawling up and down, as if trying to break away from the blade.

With a hum, the headless rakshasa had already fallen, but at this moment, the light in the hall flashed, as if a dazzling light had erupted.

The Headless Rakshasa screamed and fell backwards, white smoke already rising from his head.

At this time, everyone saw that the old lady on the stage had raised her palm, and there were strange lines on her palm.

"Who dares to be presumptuous?" The old lady screamed sharply, like a female ghost.

Creak...... With a bang, the little monster had already pounced, and opened its mouth to the old lady's palm.

I grabbed the Netherworld Prison Knife, kicked and shattered the glass, my body had already stepped out, and when I was close to the sky, I raised the Netherworld Prison Knife in my hand high, and slashed down fiercely at the back of the little monster.

There is no time left, and if it drags on any longer, something will definitely happen to the little aunt.

A sharp roar erupted in the field, and many people fled frantically, and at the moment when the little monster made a move, the crowd had become overturned, scrambling to flee for their lives.

The sword light fell, and there was a terrible wail in the room, and the little monster suddenly turned around, ignoring the old lady, and turned its head to stare at me viciously, and opened its small black sharp teeth, and bit at me.

The Nethertown Prison Knife fell wildly, and the little monster opened its mouth and bit down on the blade.

My pupils shrank suddenly, the strength of my hand increased, and I heard a ding, and one of the little monster's teeth had already burst out.

My heart jumped suddenly, I didn't expect the little monster to be so strong, the Netherworld Prison Knife is the treasure of the Netherworld, although in my hands, I can't even exert one percent of my strength, but not everyone can catch it.

This little monster just broke a tooth?

Black blood spurted out of the little monster's mouth and fell on the knife, making the ghosts on the blade even more crazy.

I kicked the little monster away, and my body had already fallen to the stage, and it was a knife at the old lady.

The sword light fell, and the old lady raised her hand to resist, but I felt a cold wind behind me.

"Be careful......" the little aunt screamed.

I was shocked, and when I turned around, I felt like my chest had exploded, but with this force, I knocked the old lady away, and her body fell to the stage, staggering back a few steps, and spurting out a mouthful of blood.

The blade was on the ground, I laughed miserably and spilled a wisp of blood, gritted my teeth and asked, "Little aunt, am I domineering?" ”