Bug Master In Doomsday

The auctioneer saw that all the warriors in the hall were almost gone, and turned around and walked off the auction platform. He didn't even bother to say his speech.

Standing by the glass, Wang Mang watched this anticlimactic auction, but there was no trace of dislike on his face, but he kept smiling.

I got everything I deserved from this auction, so what is there to be unsatisfied with? As for whether or not he is in charge of him!

"Ding~Ding~Ding" The black organ on the table of the Eight Immortals rang out with crisp and sweet bells, and the original smooth and tidy table top with the ringing of the bells, also split a gap.

The gap was getting bigger and bigger. After three minutes of expanding, the original Eight Immortal Table was completely split in half, and pieces of wooden boxes, large or small, floated up from the black gap.

Wang Mang stretched out his hand, pinched the small wooden box the size of a cigarette case, and opened the lid to see that it was the first auction item Wang Mang bid for: the Qiankun House Card.

Wang Mang held the golden card with his fingers and played with it with a smile. After a few minutes, he received the Qiankun House Card in the Panlong Ring. It is not the time to take a closer look. It is better to leave Wanbao Pavilion as soon as possible.

Wang Mang checked the remaining wooden boxes, dragon blood! King Kong transforms the dragon tactic! And the cast iron knife that Ahu wants is not bad at all!

After Wang Mang's inspection, he waved his hand and received the wooden box containing the lot in the Panlong Ring. He said to Wang Hu and Sun Er beside him: "Ahu, Sun Er, let's leave soon and wait until it's safe. Where, let's talk more!"

Sun Er, who had been speechless during the bidding process, nodded vigorously, chewed hard and swallowed the fruit in his mouth, grabbed a few handfuls from the fruit plate on the table and put them in his pocket. Let’s go, I’m ready,"

Wang Hu even stuffed all the food that he could take away from his room into the two pockets of his pants. Some of the pockets couldn't fit, and they were all put in the storage ring.

Wang Mang sighed silently as he watched the dull look of these two men, opened the door and led them down the third floor. As soon as they got out of the stairs, Wang Mang noticed something wrong.

The warriors in the hall have basically left, but at the door of Wanbao Pavilion, there are a bunch of warriors with amazing aura and fierce eyes, and they look at Wanbao Pavilion from time to time.

"My lord... this seems to be blocking us!" Sun Er also saw the scene at the door, so scared to speak, he was a little uncomfortable.

"Don't be afraid, let's just walk out like this! Do you see the three of us who look like the distinguished guests in the elegant room?" Wang Mang waved his hand indifferently, looked at the clothes on the three of them, without a trace of worry in his heart.

Sun Er trembling and nodded, followed Wang Mang and slowly walked towards the door, his heart hung in his throat.

"Damn, where's the poor ghost, hurry up and don't stop us from doing things!" A brawny man with a fierce face looked at the three Wang Mang walking towards the door and pushed the three impatiently. Looking into the Wanbao Pavilion, he still muttered to himself: "Why don't the people in the elegant room come down this day? Did they slip away ahead of time?"

Several other warriors who were ready to wait and see, looked at the fruit stuffed in the pockets of Sun Er and Wang Hu, unabashedly scorned, and continued to stare at the door intently.

Wang Mang was a little bit dumbfounded by the contemptuous eyes of these people. The three of his own clothes were cheaper than the other. They really didn't look like rich people, but it was pretty good to avoid some troubles!