After the two eight-rank spirit pills, the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion continued to launch various heavenly and earthly treasures. It is true that good things are left behind, and there are also many treasures that are priced at more than 500,000 medium-grade spirit stones in the back.

As the atmosphere became more and more enthusiastic, the auction also came to an end.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what will be launched now will be the last treasure of this auction, which is the scales of the black dragon from the Yunxian Realm!" Silver Dance announced in an enthusiastic voice.

The audience was full of "wow" again.

No one would have imagined that there would be a black dragon scale in the upper realm in this auction.

The Heavenly Journey Realm is only one of the interfaces of the Cultivation Realm, while the Yunxian Realm is the upper realm of the Cultivation Realm. In other words, the Yunxian Realm is the interface where the monks of the Heavenly Journey Realm can only go through the Tribulation and Ascension.

When he heard the word "black dragon", Lu Xiaoxiao's heart seemed to be pinched, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

Probably because Flame is also a black dragon, she can't accept the black dragon's scales being auctioned off like a snack.

She subconsciously looked at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan's calm and deep eyes were like a dark night sky, and he couldn't see emotions.

But calm is often the eve of a storm.

The teddy bear, who had always been lively, stopped talking, and even the moon tree became rare and solemn.

Both Teddy Bear and Tsukichiki had seen the Ink Flame itself and knew what the black dragon scales meant to the Ink Flame.

The atmosphere was not right, and the air froze.

Sister Xiaoyue felt so uncomfortable, wasn't everyone still very happy just now? What's going on?

Silver Dance smiled again and said:

"I don't know if you have heard of the legend of the falling dragon on the white reed beach outside Yuchuan City in the eastern part of the Tianyou Realm three years ago. On a stormy night, lightning and thunder, a fisherman found a scarred and dying young black dragon in the reeds of the White Reed Beach. As we all know, the whole body of the dragon is a treasure. The nearby monks rushed to kill the dragon, but unfortunately in the end the black dragon escaped. Now, the dragon scales in front of everyone are the ones that were peeled off from the black dragon back then. Although it is still a young dragon, it comes from the Yunxian Realm, and its scales are so strong that it is equivalent to a spiritual object in the upper realm, and if it is refined into a treasure, it will be a treasure. ”

The maid brought out the black dragon scales.

The black dragon scales lay quietly on the tray covered with brocade cloth, like a fine work of art.

The moment he saw this black dragon scale, Lu Xiaoxiao's pupils dilated......

Go back in time and go back to the scene of the first encounter with Ink Flame.

At that time, Mo Yan was still in the form of a black dragon, and he was covered in scaly wounds, and there were no scales on the bloody wounds.

She felt the despair, pain, and resentment emanating from the black dragon scales on the tray as if they were still stained with blood, as if they had been peeled from Flame's body just now.

"Whew......"

The human cub couldn't bear such a heavy emotion, and he cried loudly, and the little fat hand rubbed his eyes desperately, but as if the tears were worthless, strings of tears rolled down, and the little face suddenly cried red.

It was as if it was not the scaled young dragon who suffered, but her.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

Mo Yan reached out with his big hand, took her whole into his arms, and gently patted her little brain.

But this did not comfort the broken cub, but she cried so hard that her whole face was crumpled and curled up like a baby crying in swaddling clothes.

"Good." Mo Yan didn't take her seriously, and reached out to wipe away her tears.

The cub raised his head, his small eyes were red, and his eyes were swollen from crying. She asked, whimpering:

"Flame, isn't it ......?"

Is it your scales?

"Hmm." Ink Flame responded in a low voice, but watched her reaction.

"Woo, it hurts......"

How much it hurts!

Lingling's water continued to overflow from her crying red eyes, and Mo Yan stretched out his fingers and gently held the strings of small pearls in his palm, but his heart was full of tenderness.

Xiao Budian is the only person in this world who cries for his injuries and pain.

"It doesn't hurt." He comforted the cubs.

It used to hurt a lot, but now it doesn't hurt......

Mo Yan hugged Lu Xiaoxiao tightly, he found the most precious thing, and he was unwilling to let go in this life.

Because the conversation between the two is very secretive, only they understand that Sister Xiaoyue can't understand the situation between these two people.

She was thinking, why did this kid cry all of a sudden? Is it because the legend of the falling dragon told by Sister Silver Dance is too scary?

By the way, since this child is a spirit pet, he is a spirit beast incarnation, he must empathize with the young dragon who is also a spirit beast, so he will cry sadly, right?

Thinking of this, Sister Xiaoyue felt that this child still had a good heart.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the auction of black dragon scales is open, and the starting price is still one hundred medium-grade spirit stones. The black dragon scales are very precious, there is only one piece, and everyone should start as soon as possible if they want it! The silver dance is stirring everyone's emotions again.

"100,000 medium-grade spirit stones!"

"500,000 medium-grade spirit stones!"

"One million medium-grade spirit stones!"

……

Xuanbao-level black-scaled dragon, who doesn't want it?

From the first person to shout, he jumped directly to more than 100,000 levels, and the price of a hundred medium-grade spirit stones seemed to be a joke.

It was this rush to shout that pulled Lu Xiaoxiao out of the heartache.

This is the scale of the flame, who dares to grab it? Have you asked her little pink fist?

Lu Xiaoxiao supported himself from Mo Yan's arms, wiped away his tears with his chubby hand, held up the card, and shouted fiercely:

"Ten million medium-grade spirit stones!"

Oh, my God!

This is not the local tyrant's house in the No. 1 box on the third floor?

Isn't she only interested in what she eats? Why did you suddenly make a move on the black dragon scales?

Also, what is the astronomical number of 10 million medium-grade spirit stones?

Is it necessary to raise the price tenfold at once?

How else do you let other people play?

This is tantamount to a slap in the face: That's right, I'll bully you poor!

Wow, it hurts so much!

Suddenly, the audience was silent, and everyone delayed for a few seconds to react.

Some crawled violently, some roared gloomily, some tragically somersaulted, and some attacked regardless of the target, everyone went crazy, and the venue became a mountain of flowers and fruits.

"Ahh Even Sister Yinwu, who had been through a hundred battles, was stunned for a while, she turned around in a circle in a daze, and witnessed the whole process of the original serious clapping hands suddenly going crazy collectively.

"Calm down, everyone!" Sister Ginwu Khan smiled, her sweet voice drowned out by the noise, and everyone was still going crazy out of control.

If this continues, how will the auction continue?

What kind of international jokes, Sister Yinwu is up and down hundreds of thousands of times a second, and I don't have time to watch the monkey show.

So Sister Yinwu, who couldn't bear it, suddenly changed her face and said gloomily:

"Don't be noisy, if you don't obey, you'll die!"

It uses a weird and terrifying female ghost voice.

"Ahhh......hh

The female ghost voice entered the eardrums of that person, and finally woke everyone up, and one by one they hugged their arms and crawled back to their seats in embarrassment.