Bug Master In Doomsday

The auctioneer’s bewitching words kept talking to the people in the hall. Several middle-aged men dressed as wealthy businessmen gathered together and talked in twos and threes.

Most of the eyes contained hesitation. One of them was about fifty years old. A middle-aged man with an imposing personality, looked at the golden dragon blood on the stage, his eyes narrowed, and his large palms slammed toward the sofa. In the last shot, he raised his hand and shouted: "Stone Commercial Bank bids 15,000 Lingjing!"

"My God! Is this year's auctioneer about to be born at this moment? 15,000 Lingjing! This is definitely the highest auction price this year!" The excited auctioneer saw this amazing price. ! Still couldn't help but exclaimed,

"Brother Six, our four trading companies are planning to invest together to buy the giant treasure. With your bid like this, the risk of our bidding action is several times greater!"

Sitting on the left hand side of the middle-aged tycoon, a fat and unusual tycoon, when he saw him bidding, he also mentioned a little dissatisfiedly. The surrounding tycoons also nodded in agreement.

"I won't use the money from the firm for the dragon blood auction this time. It's all based on my family assets. Can you please?"

The middle-aged man, known as the sixth brother, glanced sarcastically at the wealthy businessmen around him, his tone was very cold and plain.

Several wealthy businessmen around, seeing him say so, although there was some embarrassment on their faces, but after achieving their goals, they did not object.

"This is the first time for fifteen thousand spirit crystals!" The flushed auctioneer roared and shouted these words, and the mallet in his hand hit the wooden stage heavily.

"Brother Mang, is this dragon blood going to be taken down?" Wang Hu sitting on the wooden chair noticed Wang Mang's slightly agitated emotion and asked.

Wang Mang frowned, with entanglement in his eyes. He glanced at the golden drop of dragon blood on the auction stage downstairs, gritted his teeth and said: "Take it! Now it is still unknown what the giant treasure is, this dragon blood is of great use to me! It must be photographed!"

"The second time for 15,000 Lingjing! Will anyone continue..." The auctioneer on the stage was interrupted by a voice from the private room of Tianzi No.3 on the third floor before he could finish. "Long I want blood! Sixteen thousand spirit crystals!"

"My God! The guests of the Tianzi elegant room bid 16,000 Lingjing! Will anyone continue to increase the price!!!" The auctioneer wielded a small hammer, looking at the location of the third floor elegant room religiously with a pilgrim-like gaze.

The magnificent middle-aged businessman, with a trace of determination in his eyes, shouted: "One thousand seven thousand spirit crystals!"

"I give out twenty thousand spirit crystals! I am sure to get the dragon blood!!!" Wang Mang held the microphone on the table of the Eight Immortals in one hand, and pressed down the red auction bidding mechanism, with a rare excitement on his face.

The middle-aged businessman also stood up abruptly, staring at the location of the third floor room like an evil tiger, and shouted: "Twenty-five thousand spirit crystals! The sky-numbered room, if you can exceed this price, I Mo Lao Liu admits defeat!"

As soon as the middle-aged businessman said this, it stirred up a thousand waves, 25,000 lingjing! What is this concept! It is equivalent to a year's income of a large warrior gang! If you are an honest warrior, you need to accumulate for hundreds of years to reach this number!

Wang Mang was in the elegant room, and he kept smoking his cigarette, his eyes also showed a dignified look.