Thunderous applause.

The auction has officially begun.

Then Qingluan and the others saw a charming young woman standing underneath, wearing a long rouge pomegranate dress, with a rose-colored palace silk tied around her slender waist, and the ribbon that fell almost to the ground.

The face is gorgeous and mature, revealing the maturity and enchantment of a young woman.

She saluted slightly to everyone, smiling and moving, "This auction will be presided over by Yanxia and me, thank you for coming." ”

"Now, please put our first lot on the line."

"Feather Pig Flower."

Several young, beautiful and proud maidservants strolled up the jade corridor, holding delicate jade objects. Qingluan looked over and found that it was a strange flower that looked like a pig's head, which was quite funny!

"The effect of the feather pig flower must not be explained by Yan Xia." Yan Xia smiled and was enchanting, "The rules of this auction, if the value of the spar cannot be determined, it can be exchanged for something. ”

"So, now start bidding."

As soon as the words fell, someone shouted.

"A thousand spars."

"Two thousand spars."

“...”

"Five thousand."

The auction was full of activity.

Qingluan held his cheeks boredly, knocked up the melon seeds, the auction items in front were just appetizers, they were all bidding on the first floor, and there was no movement at all on the second floor, not to mention the Weisheng family on the third floor.

"The second auction item, the Weishui Sword."

"Ten thousand spars."

"Fifty thousand spars!!"

“...”

Qingluan yawned in boredom.

"The eighth lot, a flute."

"Starting price, 200,000 spars."

"Huh?" Qingluan sighed softly, looked over, and saw a crystal in the young woman's hand through the bead curtain.

The white dove also looked over, a little puzzled.

Qingluan looked at it and found that the bead curtain was a little in the way, so he took a few steps to the window and lifted the bead curtain to look down, "Hey, this thing was originally called a leaf flute?" "Well, it's made from the leaves of the flute tree in the Falling Goose Forest, so it's also called the one-leaf flute." White Dove explained.

"Hmm..."Qingluan looked up and down and touched his chin.

Do you want to take a picture?

A vague gaze swept over.

Qingluan frowned subconsciously, raised her head slightly, and saw the bead curtain on the third floor swaying, and there were faint blue eyes as light as jade.

"..."The ghost is not gone.

Qingluan resisted the urge to roll his eyes at him, pretended not to see anything, put the bead curtain back, raised his hand and slapped the stone lamp on the wall, and shouted, "Two hundred and ten thousand crystals." ”

Shen Yanmei and Bai Ge were startled and looked at Qingluan in surprise.

"Qingluan, you want to buy this?" Shen Yanmei's eyes widened.

"Well, I want this." Qingluan grinned.

"Do you have any money?"

"Uh... No, I don't. ”

Shen Yanmei held her forehead.

"It's okay, I have." The white pigeon smiled softly, looking a little embarrassed, "I have earned a lot of spars over the years, and there should be one or two million." "Ahh Local tyrants! Qingluan hugged the white pigeon all of a sudden, "Quickly take care of me!" ”

Bai Ge looked at her angrily, with some doubts in his eyes, "Qingluan, do you need a leaf flute?" ”

"Hmm." Qingluan nodded.

Listening to the quotation below, Qingluan patted the stone lamp and yawned: "One million." ”

There was a moment of silence on the ground floor.

"One and a half million."

On the second floor, a calm voice came from the floor.

Qingluan glanced at it.

Box 8. North Hades Tower?

"Two million." Qingluan didn't hesitate to follow.

The white pigeon is helpless, all her belongings.

"Three million."

It's still the same calm voice.

Qingluan narrowed his eyes slightly, very unhappy: "Ouch, this person is on a pole with me?" What kind of grudge? "Qingluan... I don't have that much money anymore.." The white pigeon said helplessly.

The forces on the floor watched the battle on the second floor, each thinking about it.

"Hmph.." Qingluan snorted and waved his hand indifferently, "Forget it, don't want it." ”

"Three million, one time."

Yan Xia smiled and said softly.

"Three million..."

"Five million."

A voice as warm as jade came from the third floor.