Ye Luo raised his head.

This provocation is ****, if she doesn't come out again, what is the difference between it and a turtle with a shrunken head?

What's more, she is extremely sensitive to the three words "one hundred days".

When she was ten years old, she disappeared for "one hundred days" and lost the memory of "one hundred days". The spiritual essence was pumped, and the cultivation plummeted, becoming a waste that everyone spurned.

"Yes."

Ye Luo's beautiful eyes darkened, and her voice was even more cold as ice slag, "Great prince, don't regret it." There are thousands of guests at the door of Hongmeng Medicine Pavilion, many of them are famous nobles with heads and faces, and when you lose, don't be afraid of being embarrassed, and don't kneel. ”

"Humph!"

Mo Ye sneered, rolled his eyes arrogantly, and said, "Stinky girl, you just wait to be a slave for me for a hundred days!" ”

"There is no basis for words, but there is no evidence."

Ye Luo still doesn't believe in Mo Ye's character, "What kind of gentleman is he when he fires guns with his mouth." ”

She had a gut feeling.

This body's fear of Mo Ye's instinct is likely to be related to the "One Hundred Days".

"Stand up!"

Mo Xie has always been arrogant, took out the pen and paper from the storage bag, brushed it, and within two minutes, the note was written, "Take it, sign and draw it." ”

Mo Xie pressed the handprint first and threw the note into Ye Luo's arms.

Ye Luo didn't even blink his eyelids, the signature that should be signed, and the painting that should be drawn.

"Suran, you are a witness to this gamble. You will keep this note. Mo Xie's face was gloomy, and his evil eyes were sharp.

He was sure that he would win, and he wanted to make Ye Luo his slave.

He felt that the aura on Ye Luo's body was different from before, and the waste of the first-order madness should not be like this. He needed to find out if there were any hidden dangers left after the incident four years ago.

"Gone."

Mo Xie raised his resolute and cold chin, his sword eyebrows were raised, his evil pupils were angry, and he took a big stride and walked quickly towards the gate of the Hongmeng Medicine Pavilion.

"Stop!"

Just as Mo Ye was about to step into the gate of the Hongmeng Medicine Pavilion, a tall and heroic guard stretched out a hand, blocking Mo Ye's way, and stopped him in a cold voice, "You can't go in!" ”

Mo Ye was stunned.

"Are you mistaken? I'm the prince of the dynasty! ”

The guards of the Hongmeng Medicine Pavilion were extremely cold, and said: "The rules of the Hongmeng Medicine Pavilion, the queen is in the same vein, and she is not allowed to enter."

Mo Ye's handsome face instantly turned hideous, and he asked, "Why?" Give me a reason! ”

The guard of the Hongmeng Medicine Pavilion was expressionless, and said coldly: "There is no need for a reason, we will do whatever the rules are set." The Great Prince, please go back. ”

"What rules!"

Mo Xie was furious, and a storm was brewing in his evil pupils, "Call your shopkeeper out, this prince will confront him face to face!" ”

The guards of the Hongmeng Medicine Pavilion had a cold look in their eyes, and their murderous aura was full of murder.

"Huh", more than a dozen guards pulled out the long knives on their waists at the same time, and shot like lightning, just like that, on Mo Ye's neck. The blade is sharp, and the killing intent is awe-inspiring.

The cultivation of the guards is very high, and they are all saint-level masters who have surpassed the ninth order.

Mo Ye changed color on the spot: "Presumptuous! You dare to do something to this prince?! ”

Although he is also a saint-level master who surpasses the ninth order, at most he is on the same level as the cultivation level of these guards, and he may have a chance of winning one-on-one, and if he has a dozen or so pairs, he will definitely lose!

"Hongmeng Medicine Pavilion never needs to look at the face of a prince of a small affiliated country."

The voice of the shopkeeper Ji Bai, like a morning bell, came from the auction hall. The surging madness of the second-grade alchemist was like a tidal wave, shaking people's brains.