to pure life

After stepping back, Si Mingrui planned to clean himself up.

'What are you thinking again? ' After quietly listening to the conversation between the two, the old man who felt that he had been tricked yelled unhappily.

'As long as he understands what a follower should do, I will naturally not make any decisions. 'Si Mingrui hung the clothes on the sofa over his shoulders and walked towards the shower room.

It can also be said that Ambrosi himself saved himself. Faced with Di Laro's performance in the second half, Si Mingrui was really impressed. Maybe keeping him would have some unexpected effect.But having said that, Si Mingrui still didn't take back the consciousness left on Ambrosi.

I have to say that Ambrosi did a good job in some aspects. Putting the hood of the outer robe on his head, Si Mingrui's unusual appearance was completely hidden under the shadow of the cloth, only a small half of it was exposed. Chin, but the line of sight is not blocked at all.

'Okay, okay, stop playing charades, what are you going to do with those life-boosting potions? 'The old man who kept asking about things while Si Mingrui was cleaning his body still refused to stop.

'No more nonsense, I'll leave you in the house. 'Si Mingrui was said to be irritable, so he turned back. 'Although this ring can block other people's consciousness detection, I don't think there are many people in the Puerz area with higher spiritual power than me. 'The second half of the sentence successfully blocked the old man's mouth.

Stepping into the living room, Si Mingrui saw Ambrosi standing quietly by the door, holding a small metal fingerprint box in his hand.

"Have you brought them all?" He asked casually, although Si Mingrui knew it was true.

"A total of 25 reagents are in the box." Ambrosi replied concisely.

Nodding in satisfaction, Si Mingrui straightened his collar, "Do you still remember the auction house you mentioned?"

Knowing Master's plan, Ambrosi nodded.

At about seven o'clock in the evening, the president of the branch of Infinity Auctions in Poole sat idly in his office, which sounded like an office, but was in fact nothing more than a shabby little house with walls painted with varnish.

Leaning lazily on the back of the chair, the director looked at his watch first, and calculated that there was still half an hour before closing the door. He covered his hands and yawned, then stretched his waist, and his fat waist full of fat was exposed in this way. In the air, it is also exposed to the eyes of those who just opened the door directly.

"Fuck you bastard! How dare you barge in like this? Tell me! Which fucking idiot employee are you?" He hurriedly sat down again, and the chubby president angrily reprimanded the two a strange guy.

"I don't dare to be a subordinate. We are here to do business, dear president." The blond man in the back was the first to speak. His elegant and decent smile could unconsciously draw him closer to strangers.

"Business? You can walk in like this for business? Do you think that the infinite auction house is a public toilet? Get out of here, and line up at the gate for me if you want to do anything!" When they heard that they were coming for an auction A non-member of the business, the fat president became even more arrogant, jumped up from the soft leather chair, and sprayed all over the floor.

"President, don't be so excited. Of course there is a reason for us to come in like this. Good things can't be exposed. The president is doing business in this area. You should understand this best." The blond man shook his head with a deep expression on his face.

"..." Realizing that something was wrong, the president's hand touched the siren under the table.

"Stop." The masked person in front of the blond young man spoke for the first time, his indifferent tone made people shudder.

"Stop it if you say stop?" But the president had a sarcasm on his face, and he pressed the button with his thick fingers without hesitation. "What do you think is a good place to break into here? Let me tell you, although this is only the lowest-level branch in Northcote where Infinity Auction is located, it is still enough to deal with guys like you who don't know the sky and the earth, and take some rags and think they are treasures." ..." Brutely lowering his tone by an octave, the president found that the silence outside the door was terrifying.

The fat on his face twitched, regardless of whether he would be discovered or not, the president began to press the siren frantically and forcefully, but it didn't respond like a toy.

The president, who had always been arrogant, sat back on the chair like falling into an ice cellar. "What are you going to auction?" With a flattering smile on his face, the president leaned forward, as if curious about what the customer brought.

"That's right." The blond young man smiled kindly, and the president opposite him also hooked the corners of his mouth, showing an expression uglier than crying.

"Boss, we just got the news that Infinity Auction's branch in Poole District has received a life-body potion from an unknown source." In the small room next to the CIVIE bar, Huang Quan listened to Di Laro's latest report on the communicator, "Half of them have been directly sold to Nuen at a low price, and the rest of the life body potions are going to be auctioned in batches at the first-level auction house in the city tomorrow night. I suspect that it is the one that the organization provided to Ambrosi. The batches of medicines are very close in quantity." Di Laro quickly finished his speculation, Huang Quan on the other end of the communicator looked normal, "Where is the seller?" "The seller should be there, after all, this is the old man of the Infinite Auction House. rule."

Touching the flower of Bujesse hidden in his bosom that was still blooming, Huang Quan said in a low voice, "Tickets for tomorrow's scene." After speaking, he cut off the call and carefully took the flower out of his clothes without any damage The dried lavender petals seemed to still carry a fresh fragrance, and Huang Quan couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

Tonight, Northcote City is still a city that never sleeps. The streets are brightly lit, and the huge projection screens on the buildings are constantly playing the latest advertisements and entertainment news. get together.

And in the wireless auction house, which has always attracted the attention of the upper class, there are still many noble and powerful people gathered in the biweekly auction.Their purpose is very simple, to use their financial resources to get everything they want at the auction, not only for themselves, but also one of the arenas to show their strong identity and strength.

Different from the hypocrisy and friendly atmosphere at the ball, all the buyers sat on their own seats, quietly waiting for the auction to start. There is no need to play tricks here, just use financial resources and luck to see the truth.

In the last row of corners, the two seats that were originally vacant had been occupied for some reason.The one on the left is a handsome man with deep eyes like the sea, while the person next to him is ordinary in appearance and temperament, without any outstanding features.The blue-eyed man was staring at the stage intently, while the other had an illusory gaze and seemed to be in a daze.

He didn't care about the sneaky glances of several people, Huang Quan just sensed that there was no Ambrosi's aura that made him care.

The author has something to say: ...Today is an hour late because the author, a fool, suddenly lost his head when he typed more than 1800 words in WORD. I really can't restore the file, it hurts for 10 minutes, and I hope this is the first and last time. I'm so anxious that I don't want to use punctuation!

Originally, I was hit by this incident and didn’t want to update, but for everyone’s sake, I decided to go all out. Do you know that it’s the author’s sleep time, so hurry up and comfort me~

Xiao Ming: Didn’t you plan to let me meet Huang Quan in this chapter? Why did you keep your word?

A certain pure: Xiaoming Chitose Chitose Chitose Chitose Chitose Chitose Chitose Chitose Chitose Chitose Chitose Chitose Chitose

Xiao Ming: Long live you are useless

Huang Quan: Long live is left to me

A Chun: The leader is mighty

Huang Quan: Humph, pull it down and smoke until you die

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On the huge holographic image, everyone's every move at the auction site is clearly displayed. This is a high-end but unconventional lounge, and a soft and comfortable chair with a large back is sitting The person under the black robe should look like a man.

"Master, the auction has started." The blond young man standing behind the mysterious man lowered his head slightly and reminded softly.

"..." Only the sound of long breathing could be heard from under the black robe.

'Apprentice, what are you going to do?If you want to sell some money, you can go to the underground black market. It seems that it is not your style to make such a big show. 'Although we have only been together for about two days, the old man still thinks he has a good understanding of Zhichun's character.

'Just wait and see. 'Si Mingrui said calmly.

"Huh..." He made a nasal sound unhappy, and the old man's voice disappeared in his mind.

Si Mingrui's eyes swept across the screen one by one. The men and women in the front row who were well-dressed and even equipped with a few bodyguards behind them were the upper-class figures in Northcote. They looked at them a few times without interest. Find the person you're looking for.

Just when he was bored and raised his hands to support his face and wanted to doze off, a familiar figure flashed across the screen, and suddenly there was a faintly suspicious sound from the black robe. Mingrui straightened up, and picked up a sensor controller on the small table beside him to control the screen remotely. When he saw an ordinary face, Simingrui smiled involuntarily.

Ambrosi immediately felt the changes in the Master. The aura that was originally repulsive from thousands of miles away softened instantly, and there was still a bit of unclear joy hidden in it. With the adjustment of the screen, the two Ambrosi West Tong