I'm not afraid of no good things, I'm afraid of no good people.

Shen Junwolf had a bad thought, and deliberately said, "The Holy Son praised it should be the white-haired Holy Witch over there." Her appearance can indeed be called a sinking fish and a goose, which is a rare heavenly fragrance. ”

"It's very beautiful, and she can even compete with the beauties of Skyrail City, especially if she is still a holy witch, it is even more special, and she has a unique charm. "The Hundred Flowers Holy Son Mu Lu admired, and his interest in Demon Mengxue seemed to be greater than the auction itself.

"Only such a beautiful woman is worthy of the Holy Son. ”

"Who is this Holy Witch, do you recognize her?"

"I know it, but I'm not very familiar with it, she seems to be called Momengxue. ”

"Snow falls in a dream, good name, white in the snow, the same as her hair. ”

"The Son speaks, what a poetic feeling. ”

Shen Junwolf patted his ass.

As an Emperor Xuan, plus the president of the Treasure Island Auction, his strength and status are already very high, but in front of the Hundred Flowers Holy Son, he only has the share of sycophants, which is a mountain and a mountain high.

The Holy Son of Hundred Flowers stared at Mo Mengxue, the more he looked at it, the more pleasing it became, and it happened that Mo Mengxue was talking to others, showing a hint of a smile, and he smiled at Bai Meisheng, and he saw that his heart was rippling.

He has a lot of women, but most of them like the new and hate the old, and they get tired of it in a few days, and not long ago, he just got rid of a woman, and now he is lacking a new woman to fill it.

He only saw Demon Mengxue in his eyes, and almost didn't pay attention to the person next to him.

......

The auction continues, new lots come on, and people buy them again.

Now it's only the first half of the transaction, and when the auction is over, the auctioneers pay the money one by one and take what belongs to them, and the transaction is considered complete, which is the practice of auctions.

In other words, all the auction items that appeared before are still in the hands of the auction.

"Everyone, please take a look, this is a 'delicate flower', with seven colors, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, blooming all year round. Inhaling the floral fragrance of delicate flowers can make people feel refreshed and happy, and it also has the effect of warming and nourishing the mystical power, which is an extremely precious exotic flower and herb. The starting price of this exquisite flower is 80,000 spirit coins, and those who are interested can bid for it!"

The auctioneer introduces the next lot.

This so-called delicate flower, three feet long, resembles a peony, with colorful lights flashing and exuding a rich fragrance.

The world often compares beautiful women to flowers, and often gives beautiful women with flowers to express their affection.

On a whim, the Hundred Flowers Holy Son suddenly bid: "Two hundred thousand spirit coins!"

Under normal circumstances, a delicate flower is at most more than 100,000 spirit coins. The Hundred Flowers Holy Son is rich and wealthy, and he disdains to bid with others, and as soon as he opens his mouth, it is an unprecedentedly high price.

When everyone saw that it was the Hundred Flowers Holy Son bidding, and it was such a high price, they were quiet all of a sudden, and no one raised the price.

The host soon announced that the delicate flowers belonged to the Hundred Flowers Holy Son.

"Bring this delicate flower, I will give it to someone with my own hands. The Hundred Flowers Holy Son commanded.

"Okay!" Shen Junwolf knew who this flower was going to give to, and immediately made arrangements.

When someone else auctions an item, they have to wait until it's over before they can get it. The Holy Son of Hundred Flowers is different, with this privilege, he can get his hands on it directly.

The delicate flower was quickly delivered to the Hundred Flowers Holy Son, he took it to the vicinity of his nose, sniffed it gently, and then wrapped it in Xuan Li and sent it to the Demon Dream Snow.

"Beautiful flowers should be given to beautiful people, beauties over there, this flower is given to you, and I hope to accept it with a smile. The Hundred Flowers Holy Son looked at the Demon Dream Snow on the opposite side and showed a bright smile.

The two sides were hundreds of feet away, and Linglonghua flew all the way over.

The Hundred Flowers Holy Son spoke loudly this time, and almost the audience could hear it.

Everyone's eyes fell on the delicate flowers that were flying, and there were many discussions.

"No wonder the Hundred Flowers Holy Son wanted to buy this flower, it turned out to be to borrow flowers to offer Buddha. ”

"It's really rich, a delicate flower worth 200,000 spirit coins, he gave it out casually. ”

"With his net worth, 200,000 spirit coins is a small meaning, that is, millions, tens of millions of spirit coins, and he can afford it. ”

"I don't know which woman he took a fancy to. ”

In front of everyone's eyes, the delicate flower flew in front of Mo Mengxue's eyes, getting closer and closer.

Mo Mengxue was stunned for a moment, blinking, she didn't expect someone to give her flowers.

Sending flowers has a special meaning, and this is not a gift that can be received casually. Mo Mengxue couldn't make up her mind, turned her head to look at Fan Lang beside her, and found that Fan Lang's face was very gloomy, and her eyes were cold.

Other men give flowers to their wives, or in public.

Who can not be angry when this kind of thing happens?

What's more, Fan Lang's temper has always been bad, and the behavior of the Hundred Flowers Holy Son has already angered him.

Not to mention that this flower is worth 200,000 spirit coins, even if it is worth 200 million spirit coins, Fan Lang will not let Mo Mengxue accept it.

Man, it's face-giving!

The invisible thought turned into a big visible hand, blocking in front of Mo Mengxue, blocking the way of Linglong Hua.

Fan Lang looked coldly at the Hundred Flowers Holy Son opposite, and said slowly: "This flower, you sent it to the wrong person, please take it back." You can give it to someone else, but you can't give it to my woman. ”

Linglonghua stopped, unable to move forward.

The Hundred Flowers Holy Son looked at Fan Lang at this time, looked up and down a few times, he didn't know him at all, and he was not interested in knowing him. He has always been unfavorable in his work, and few people dare to oppose him, but today he has encountered obstacles and hit a nail.

The smile of the Holy Son of Hundred Flowers slowly faded, and he said unhappily: "Boy, do you know who I am?" I am the Holy Son of Hundred Flowers, the son of the city lord of Heavenly Rail City, and no one can refuse what I send out. It's lifting you up, don't be uninteresting. Take your paw away and let her take the flower, and I may be able to forgive you. A little Emperor Xuan, don't be able to do it in front of me, the power of your mind is not a fart in my eyes. ”

When Shen Junwolf heard these words on the side, he couldn't help but gloat, knowing that Fan Lang was in big trouble this time, and he would even worry about his life!

The two men looked at each other in the air, and their eyes were fierce.

The matter involved the Hundred Flowers Holy Son, and even the auction was interrupted and reached an impasse.

The sentence just now seemed to add fuel to the fire, watering the anger in Fan Lang's heart and making it even hotter.

Fan Lang's anger was a rational anger, and he thought of a countermeasure in a short period of time and confirmed that he was capable of bearing the corresponding consequences.

After having enough confidence, he reached out and grabbed the Linglong flower.

"Okay, this flower, I took it for her. Fan Lang said.

The Hundred Flowers Holy Son sneered, thinking that the other party was convinced, but his smile did not last long, and the next scene made his smile freeze.

Seeing Fan Lang's big hand, he held the Linglong Flower tightly, smashed the Xuanli of the Hundred Flowers Holy Son, and then rubbed it vigorously, and the petals fell one after another, and the flower stems were also broken.

This flower, wasted.