[Wen Ye＋Douluo] Human Design Delusion

50 million gold coins.

Ordinary people can save less than 50 even if they save money for a lifetime without eating or drinking.

"60."

Without waiting for the price increase sign to be raised, a middle-aged man shouted out, instantly raising the price to a higher level. One hundred thousand gold coins was not a small number. The person who had originally planned to grit his teeth and rush for it instantly became red-eyed.

The people around him immediately turned to look at him, and the middle-aged man smiled confidently.

He is the owner of a certain commercial street, with mediocre talent but a very sharp mind. He participated in the bidding purely because he wanted to buy the thing to protect himself. After all, he was not strong enough and had a huge fortune, so he would inevitably be coveted by others.

The old man, wrapped in black robes, stretched out his arms like dead branches, and a hoarse and old voice rang out in a trembling voice.

"71."

I originally thought that 60 was the peak, but I didn't expect that it would be broken the next moment.

The soul king sitting next to the young man recognized the old man. He was the dean of a certain soul master academy in the city. He was at the same soul king level as himself, so he was also attracted to him?

Middle-aged man: "75."

"76."

The old man continued to add ten thousand.

"80." A voice as strong as a bell interrupted the bidding process between the two.

Everyone looked at the sound and saw that the man who made the sound was tall and muscular. He was sitting with his arms folded and his legs open, enjoying the attention of everyone. His expression was somewhat arrogant, as if he was determined to win what was on the stage.

There was a complex black and white pattern embroidered on his chest, and an elephant was outlined in a few strokes.

It was like cold water dripping into a frying pan, and the whispering voices were as sparse as an explosion. Only people from the Elephant Armor Sect are qualified to use the pattern. People from the seven major sects came here...

"We're afraid we won't be able to fight."

"It's good to go to the theater and have some leisure time."

"The Elephant Armor Sect, which is famous for its defense, is actually interested in that thing. I don't know why I bought it back."

"Shh, speak carefully."

The middle-aged man lost his original demeanor, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "81."

As for the old man, he fell silent.

The burly man from the Elephant Armor Sect did not wait for others to raise the price, and immediately said: "90."

"This thing is very powerful and novel. It's good for the kids in the sect to play with and open their eyes." The burly man said in a loud voice, "Thank you for your compliments."

After saying such words, the middle-aged man had no choice but to stop thinking.

The host swallowed.

The starting price of this auction was set at 50 gold coins, which was already the transaction price estimated by the person in charge. The reason for setting such a high price was to screen the bidders to avoid causing trouble.

The person in charge originally thought that there would be a long period of lingering price increases, but apparently he was wrong.

The host on the stage was so excited that he couldn't control himself, and his face turned red.

"90 for the first time, 90 for the second time...and the third time, deal done!"

The last two words were almost out of tune when he spat them out, his voice hoarse to the point of breaking his voice. At this moment, no one noticed his gaffe, and the crowd was in a state of excitement. Regardless of whether they were bidding or not, they were all aroused by the atmosphere.

There was a sensation.

The old man still had his head lowered, and his expression could not be seen clearly on his face hidden under the hood. The junior beside him couldn't help but said: "Ancient, that thing can only be used once, but..."

"Isn't it enough to save your life?" The old man snorted heavily and choked.

The junior was speechless for a moment: "This..."

"That's enough, let's go back." After saying that, he shook off his robe, hunched his back and let the junior support him, and left through the west exit. When he came to the door, he turned sideways and glanced at the box not far away.

His eyes were dim.

The burly man from the Elephant Armor Sect pushed aside the waiter, went directly to the booth and put the things into the soul guide. Then he turned around and handed his hands behind him. In front of the public, he proposed to meet the young man.

The Soul King subconsciously glanced at the people around him.

The young man said softly: "I'm sorry."

The burly man's expression changed, he threw a gold card to the waiter beside him and left.

The gold card is a special soul guide used to store coins, and the amount will be displayed on the surface.However, the person in charge smelled something unusual and immediately urged the waiter to give the gold card to the young man.

When the latter arrived at the box with wind on his feet, the young man politely took it from his hand.

"Trouble." Then he turned to the Soul King and said, "Then, let's say goodbye."

The Soul King couldn't help but say: "Aren't you afraid?"

The young man seemed a little surprised: "Are there people who kill people and steal goods in the auction house?"

"..."

Fighting is prohibited in the auction house, but once you step out the door, the rules dissipate like ashes. Those who participate in the auction are not easy to fool, and this industry will definitely not be willing to accept it.

Moreover, money touches people's hearts, and even the seven major sects do not necessarily regard money as dung.

A total of 90 gold coins. Whichever force wants to spend this money will have to think twice.

"Then, bye."

The Soul King watched the young man leave.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to follow him. After all, the other party was a source of danger. If he left it alone, something might happen. Just when he had this idea, he heard a rustling sound in the air through a door -

boom--!

It sounded like a fist hitting a wall.

The Soul King frowned immediately and immediately left the room to look for the source of the sound. Sure enough, it was true.

The burly man from the Elephant Armor Sect was so menacing that he punched a big hole in the wall at the end of the corridor. Next to him was a trembling waiter, innocent and pitiful, who was shivering while holding a fruit plate.

There was fear in his eyes, and he said in a trembling voice: "I really didn't see where he was going..."

The man seemed very impatient: "Just now..."

"They are all ordinary people with low talents. It is normal for them not to notice the whereabouts of the soul master." The middle-aged man walked out of the corner with a look of respect on his face. "Master Soul Master, there is no need to argue with this little girl."

After that, he helped the waiter, who had frightened eyes and weak hands and feet, to stand up, showing a gentlemanly manner.

The burly man from the Elephant Armor Sect didn't seem to want to appreciate it, and stabbed him back directly: "I forgot, after all, not everyone can be a soul master."

Hearing the insinuation and sarcasm in his words, the middle-aged man's smile froze.

When the general manager who caught up heard the exchange between the two, he didn't care about smoothing things over and said to the waiter quickly: "You still have work, don't wait here and let other customers wait. Why are you dazing? Send the things over quickly."

"Yes Yes……"

The waiter, who was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, glanced at the person in charge in panic, and then he responded like a mosquito, with a pale face and head buried in a trot, and the whole person was swaying, one foot was deep and the other was shallow. He ran a little unnaturally, as if he was really scared.

There was water in his eyes, and his black and white eyes were full of tears. The plate he was holding was not very stable, his wrists were thin and fragile, and his whole body was trembling.

The slightly revealing white short skirt doesn't show any eroticism on her body, and it is particularly endearing when turned over.

After everyone dispersed, Yu Xiaogang went around to the box area to verify his suspicions. He bumped into a girl who suddenly sat on the ground.

Yu Xiaogang was a little stunned, and immediately stretched out his hand to pull the person up, "I'm sorry."

The girl seemed to be hurt by the impact, her facial features wrinkled together, and she managed to stand up with the help of Yu Xiaogang's strength, "Thank you..."

Yu Xiaogang turned his head, his usually expressionless face now filled with embarrassment.

He whispered: "Can you leave?"

The girl was wearing a short skirt, exposing her smooth skin, and her posture just now was even more indecent.

"Yes, thank you..." The girl's cheeks turned red, her eyes were full of water, and she moved closer coyly. The light fragrance instantly filled Yu Xiaogang's nostrils, which suddenly made him feel at a loss.

He immediately took a step back.

The waiters at the auction house are also auction items. Their beauty and body are their capital to attract bidders. Yu Xiaogang has always despised this alternative human trafficking in the auction house, but he is powerless to change it.

"First of all, sir, I'm very grateful to you. Can I know your name?"

Young and weak.

The girl was like a net, approaching step by step. Her pitiful and weak appearance seemed to have opened a net to wrap him up. At that moment, Yu Xiaogang felt very uncomfortable.

He frowned and said in an elder's tone, "No, I'll leave now."

"But I want to know your name!"

Yu Xiaogang had a headache when he saw those sparkling eyes, so he had no choice but to reject the other party sternly without leaving any room for error. The words were very serious. As he expected, the girl was really shocked by those words and lowered her head.

Being disturbed by her, Yu Xiaogang lost interest, pinched the bridge of his nose, and just wanted to leave.

In addition, there were vague conversations coming from the box, which were nothing more than words about not being able to find the person. Yu Xiaogang was helpless. Since the other party had the guts to take out that kind of heaven-defying weapon, he must have left a way out for himself. .

Not being able to find anyone was expected.

He exhaled, turned around and walked towards the exit of the auction house. Today's group was purely coincidental. He originally came to Soto City for business and came after hearing the noise.

That person knows himself.

"In the end..." Yu Xiaogang murmured.

no idea.

The entrance to the auction house was crowded with people, who came to watch the fun and chatted lively together.

"."

Yu Xiaogang noticed that his shoulder was hit.

The pale-skinned boy took out a handkerchief to cover the corners of his lips, coughed weakly, and said, "I'm sorry."

He was not very old, but looked very young. He had short hair and a handsome face, mixed with a certain amount of illness, and was extremely frail. He was wrapped in pitch black, with his skin becoming paler and his eyebrows lowered.

"Cough cough."

The master was stunned. Is he not in good health?

The breeze blew, and the young man's eyes became a little more careless, and he turned and left.

The two passed each other again.

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[——Brother, has he guessed us?]

"Hehe, no."