One Piece: I am a Celestial Dragon

Even the children in kindergarten do not have an absolutely equal relationship, let alone this group of Tianlong people who are all poisonous.

As the saying goes, the strength of a family comes from the family's atmosphere and inheritance.

There is no doubt that the Constantine family, which has passed down the will to die from generation to generation, and every member of the clan has a tendency to seek death, is far more powerful than these guys who only eat, sleep, and play slaves every day.

Although this effectively limits the population of Constantine's family, although our Iranian saint is just a lonely boy.

But the Iranian Saint has a reason to despise other Celestial Dragons, and even more so, he has the qualifications to despise them.

The world's nobility has been inherited for 800 years. The order of strength and weakness of each family has long been ingrained. It will not become stronger because of the prosperity of the population, nor will it decline because of the sparse population.

Rather, it is imprinted in the blood, just like human ancestors have been bitten by snakes for generations, most modern people are afraid of snakes even if they have never seen a snake with their own eyes.

As the flat-headed brother among the Celestial Dragons, the Constantine family has relied on the rigorous strategy of "I just want to kill everyone here or be beaten to death by you" from generation to generation. Step by step, they have finally become a top Celestial Dragon family.

So when Iran's holy scorned the entire audience, no foul-smelling young man came to take a beating.

The auction has finally started.

The emcee in a black suit walked onto the stage, holding a gavel in his hand, and introduced the rules of the auction.

Auctions are held every once in a while, and everyone at the venue is familiar with the process, so even the Tianlong people did not show any impatience.

Soon, after the rules were explained, several workers at the venue came behind the emcee carrying a stone.

The emcee turned sideways to avoid everyone's sight and said passionately

"This is a secret treasure that fell from the starry sky, a meteorite from the sky."

Then came the hype, just like those selling stainless steel basins on Earth.

The host's praise was very effective, and the eyes of many people at the venue showed eagerness to try.

The bragging is finally over

"Then, let's start. The starting price is 600 million Baileys, and each increase in price must not be less than 10."

Iranian holy 1000 million beli.

Many people just raised their arms and didn't have time to make a sound, so they were embarrassed.

"Hehehe, Saint Constantine Iran offered 1000 million, is there anything higher?"

As expected of a professional host, he can handle guests like Iran Saint with ease.

Dang~dang~dang~ followed by the host’s gavel hitting three times.

"Then this secret treasure from the starry sky belongs to the Holy Master of Iran. Congratulations to the Holy Master of Iran. It will be delivered to your residence after the auction."

Unsurprisingly, no one raised the price again. No one would offend a high-ranking Celestial Dragon because of a stone.

While the auction continued, Iran Saint closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

The next treasures include animal devil fruits, famous swords, etc. In the eyes of others, their value is far greater than that of the extraterrestrial meteorite, but in the eyes of the Iranian saint, they are not rare objects.

After Iran Saint almost fell asleep several times, the treasures were finally auctioned off.

"Next, today's No. slave product, the princess from the far west sea!" the host shouted, and the spit foam almost splashed on the first row of guests.

While the host was speaking, a blond girl wearing tattered cloth was led to the center of the venue like a dog.

The girl has a beautiful face, graceful figure, and fair and delicate skin. It can be seen that he was once pampered.

The beautiful girl is like a spark, igniting the atmosphere of the venue as soon as she appears.

The host was still talking about this "commodity", and the girl looked like she was being looked at by a pack of wolves.

"Plop~" Finally, the young girl couldn't stand the pressure and knelt down on the ground.

"Wow~" The girl's tears did not elicit any sympathy, but instead aroused everyone's indescribable emotions.

The Iranian Saint clenched his fists. It seemed that the world was colder than he imagined.

Iran Sheng's hands gradually became sweaty. He wanted to leave here. He didn't want to stay in this disgusting place any longer.

But he still needs to wait. He can't leave until he buys what he wants.

Every second is so difficult

at last

"The base price of product No. 1 is 3000 million beli"

"3500 million" "4100 million" "5000 million!" "Haha, are lowly civilians worthy of fighting for slaves? 7000 million!"

The quotation kept rising, reaching 8000 million in a blink of an eye. The intervention of the Tianlong people reduced most of the competitors.

Iran Saint's clenched fists clenched and unclenched several times.

"1 million Baileys." The Iranian Saint suddenly raised his head and said.

If you can save one, count it as one, Iran Shengru thought.

The price of 1 million was already beyond the value of this "commodity" in the eyes of everyone at the venue, so no one bid again.

The auction for "Item No. 2, the Murloc from the Deep Sea Mermaid Island" is still going on.

Saint Iran looked up at the slaves in the field. This one was much more miserable than the previous one.

There were two sharp knives inserted into the lute's bones, his hands and feet were shackled, and his tall body was covered with scars. Perhaps he had lost the ability to walk. He was put in a cage and pushed down on the stage.

Iranian saint bought this fish man

In the subsequent auction, each slave was purchased by the Iranian Saint. But everyone at the venue didn't have many expressions.

Also, it is perfectly normal for high-ranking Celestial Dragons to raid slave "commodities".

As the auction progressed, Iran Saint felt more and more uncomfortable, nauseated, and retched. There was obviously no peculiar smell in the venue, but Iran Sheng felt that the entire venue exuded a smell that made him sick.

at last

"Slave Product No. 22, three female warriors from Amazon Lily. Although they are still young, they are the best choices whether they are toyed with or trained into gladiators."

Saint Iran sat on the stage, looking at the three sisters hugging each other and huddled in the corner of the cage below, feeling slightly relieved.

As expected, it was Hancock and the others.

"Three slaves are packed together, and the starting price is only 1500 million beli. If you buy it for 1500 million, you will suffer a loss. If you buy it for 1500 million, you will not be fooled. Each increase in price must not be less than 50."

"5000"

After Iran Saint bought "commodity" No. 5000 for a "sky-high price" of 22 million, he couldn't bear it anymore and left his seat and walked out.

"Huu~" As he left, there was a unanimous exhalation in the venue.

"It's strange. I thought this lord was going to buy all the slaves."

"Yes, I was lucky enough to see a high-ranking Celestial Dragon sweep away slaves. It was indeed a worthwhile trip."

"It's not in vain? It's enough for you to brag for a year!"

"Ah ha ha."

"I wonder why this gentleman left at this time."

"Maybe I can't wait any longer, hey hey"

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't bother me if you want to die."

As the Iranian saint walked out of the venue, a figure quietly left his seat.

Iran Shenggang walked out of the venue with the four kings. Before he could take a few steps, he was blocked.

Looking at the shadow on the ground, Iran Saint raised his head in confusion. robbed? It is impossible to be robbed in this life.

He looked up and saw a round face in a bubble mask, and asked doubtfully

"St. Augustine? Should you give me an explanation for blocking the road?"

"It's my fault, His Excellency Iran Saint. I heard that Your Excellency is ill, but I haven't had time to visit you yet. I wonder how your Excellency is doing?"

Iran Sheng didn't know what was going on in this guy's mind. In his memory, he was just a member of a small Draco family, so he probably wasn't here to provoke.

"Indeed, Saint Augustine. I have just recovered from a serious illness and am tired. Is there anything else you can do?"

Iran Sheng looked a little impatient.

"It's a small act, but it's not respectful. Your Excellency, please consider your health. I will continue to participate in the auction, so I won't disturb you anymore."

After saying that, a slave behind him held a box and handed it to Tedalaf.

Seeing the gift, the ice and snow on Saint Iran's face immediately melted, revealing a sunny smile.

"You're too kind, Augustine Saint."

Saint Augustine smiled and returned the courtesy between dragons and humans, and walked quickly back to the auction.

It can be seen that he is anxious

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