Phantom Master of the Elf

Chapter 374 Imperial Capital Auction

Han Hao swiped the access control card on the side of the doorknob, and pushed the door open quietly.

He scanned it with the waveguide, and Ran Bing was in a deep sleep, afraid of waking him up, so his movements were all tiptoe.

"Tomorrow's auction, I'll accompany you." The girl who fell asleep on her side suddenly opened her eyes, the black pupils seemed to be shining in the dark.

"Huh~ You didn't sleep... you scared me." Han Hao was indeed frightened.

"Aren't you always very observant? The breathing rate of human beings is different when they are asleep and when they are awake."

"Long knowledge, I really don't know this, so...why did you wake up suddenly?"

"Your footsteps are indeed very light, but I also have the vigilance that a trainer should have. After all, you are a man of the hour now, and you have a phantom beast and a divine beast on you. It is impossible for someone to try to attack you."

"Thinking too much, if someone really wants to attack me, their goal cannot be magic beasts and mythical beasts. Even if they attack for this purpose, they may not be able to fight, but those who have beaten me... ..Shouldn’t you be interested in mythical beasts and phantom beasts?”

"You're really wrong. The more powerful a person is, the more interested they are in powerful elves."

"Snatched elves don't have feelings, and if they don't have feelings, they don't have fetters. Even if they snatch such elves, they don't even count as tools." Han Hao chuckled lightly and overturned Ran Bing's remarks, but he didn't expect this Nizi suddenly took out a knife from under the quilt.

She could feel the slightly hot blade on her neck, which should be Ran Bing's body temperature. She leaned close to Han Hao's ear and said, "There are only two poke balls around my waist...I guess, Hacklong and Geng Ghost? Where are the two elves who don't need to be trained for the time being...the other cubs should be in the training ground, right? So...as long as I use a little force now..."

"No, you won't."

Ran Bing frowned, "Why?"

"Sorry, I heard that, you seem to be smiling very happily... eh?? Could this be a well-designed prank?? No way, sir? That's it? It can't be true Some people think that holding an unsharp fruit knife can scare me? No way, no way?? Really no way?"

Han Hao used a bit of waveguide, and snatched the knife without moving his hands. He ran his thumb across the blade and tested the sharpness, "It's too much trouble for you to find an unsharpened knife. Next time, please put it in the fresh-keeping box to freeze it. , this sword monster is warm and very unimaginative."

"I'm more or less a sword master...don't you think it's funny to threaten me with a fruit knife?"

Ran Bing pouted, "That's not necessarily the case, whoever you are? How dare you hide from my knife?"

"Tsk, you're so crazy after not seeing you for a day?" Saying that, Bird's output increased a bit, and Ran Bing was pushed onto the bed, "Next time you want to kill me, you can put the poison on your lips, and it's best to kill in a second That kind, the power of star wishes and super luck, I really don't die very well..."

The soft, distant and warm touch echoed between the two...

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The five gilded italics characters of the Imperial Capital Auction House give people the feeling of a nouveau riche.

There are five words without a sense of design, but almost all the buildings near the imperial capital that are more than 10 years old have this problem, and Chinese people usually don’t pay much attention to the appearance of the building... The exterior looks in disrepair, open the door Maybe it's a Mediterranean interior with blue as the main body.

After getting on a small elevator that can only hold six people standing at the same time, Ran Bing pressed the button on the third basement floor, and the moment the elevator door opened, it seemed as if she had entered the legendary high society.

Everyone wears suits, leather shoes and goblets, only Han Hao wears a down jacket and jeans with sneakers.

When he was reading novels before, he felt that those male protagonists wearing flip flops into some kind of banquet or auction would look like they were going crazy.

Take a look now.

embarrassing one...

If I knew it earlier, I would have heard my wife come in a suit...

Ran Bing and Han Hao kept a considerable distance.

There's no way, walking with this down jacket man is too cheap...

Ran Bing went up to the second floor. Here was the VIP box. From God's perspective, he could clearly see the auction table downstairs and the neatly arranged seats.

The waiter in a tuxedo bowed slightly: "Hi, are you with this gentleman?"

"Well, that's right, it's together."

"No! Not together!"

"Good wife, don't do this!"

"Who is your wife?! Killed you once, why did you even change your name?"

"Hey, isn't this a failure? Anyway, it's going to be called that sooner or later. Why don't you hurry up?"

"Get out! You have been taken away! The tone of your speech has changed? Where is my sick, high-cold boy? Hurry up and get back to labor!"

The swallowtail waiter frowned, feeling that this matter was not simple.

A sickly high-cold boy?

Are you sure it's not a migrant worker in a down jacket who climbed up to the eldest lady?

This white hair is quite handsome, and he should look a little bit like a dog in Xizhuan, so it's no wonder that the young lady will take a fancy to him.

"Who do you say is a migrant worker in a down jacket?" Han Hao glared at the waiter, "It's not a good habit to judge others casually, that's enough, keep the dragon saliva, you go."

The waiter was stunned. Even with good professionalism, he was in a hurry at this moment. "Could it be that he couldn't help but speak out what was in his heart? Impossible? He doesn't have the habit of talking to himself."

Bow slightly and walk away in small steps.

The more I think about it, the more it feels wrong.

"Amberx? Can migrant workers in down jackets smell ambergris?"

"md! Sure enough, rich people like to play poor now!"

Han Hao poured tea for the two of them.

To be honest, he didn't know how to drink this dragon saliva before, and he still doesn't know how to drink it now. Maybe he is not the kind of person who loves tea by nature, and he can call the name of dragon saliva all at once only because of the recognizable fragrance. .

Ran Bing flipped through the leaflet on the table, and after about 5 minutes, she said, "I looked at it, and there is no Evolution Stone of Evil and Fighting in this auction. Raola has not fused planning stones before, and if there is, it is generally meaningless to buy another piece of quality."

"You don't need the ice type...the king of the Frozen Bird in the extreme north, she must not be able to look at those broken stones born from the ice and snow, and there is only one Geng Gui left... ...This time, there really is an evolution stone of the ghost system, don't worry, I will definitely smash it down for you."

"It's all mine, don't you choose?" Han Hao said.

"Don't worry, the two stones of the flight department and the skill book are all labor-managed...hehehehehehehehehehehe~ look at the group of people below, holding high Foot cups think they're upper class, and they probably don't know what they're fighting."

With haughty eyes like looking down on ants, the corner of Ran Bing's mouth evoked a piercing sneer, the standard villain's face made Han Hao shudder.

He suddenly remembered that the piece of "Yunhua" photographed by Ran Bing's father in Sydney seemed to be still lying in the glass box.

Do you think about the rest before you use up one piece?

"With money, you can do whatever you want..."

Does anyone want to go to the comment area to give a good review... I just watched it, I don't know why... It seems that the comment area scolded me a little more, and it hit the list on Monday, so I need a good review... .If you feel that you will be taken as a procrastinator for saying good things...then just admit it with a dog's head...

(End of this chapter)