While the dream is in progress [unlimited]

The person in charge and the auctioneer both vomited blood.

1 mental power?

1 mental power? !

Was the nightingale playing with them? !

As time passed, no one dared to participate in the bidding.

The scene fell into an extremely embarrassing atmosphere. Many forces hoped to use core props to attract Nightingale, but they did not dare to openly bid with Nightingale.

It seemed that this was against Nightingale.

Mo Jue gritted his teeth, still refusing to give up the chance to recruit Nightingale.

With the death of Mo Jue's father, Black Ghost gradually declined.If they can get Nightingale to join them, the revival of Black Phantom will be just around the corner.

Gathering up his courage, Mo Jue tremblingly raised the price increase card. Halfway through, Nightingale's faint gaze swept over.

There is no wave, as silent as water.

The half-raised hand instead grabbed a handful of hair, and Mo Jue said awkwardly, "Is my hair messed up?"

Subordinate: "Well... it's a bit messy. President, let me help you catch it."

The president of the dignified Black Phantom was scratched by his subordinates in the auction house in front of everyone.

Mo Jue was so angry that he was half dead, but there was nothing he could do. The eyes of Nightingale just now were really terrifying.

It seems to say, if you dare to raise your hand, I will chop off your hand.

Although Nightingale was not so cruel, it was impossible to see blood in public.

They all knew Nightingale's behavior style. He believed that using violence was the most barbaric. If one wanted to torture a person, one had to start from the spirit.

He will take away the most important and most caring things from you in front of your face.

Follow the world you want to enter, and find a way to assign it to the same parallel world.

Steal your engagement, steal your props.

In the end, you will be busy in vain, but there is nothing you can do.

Trample your pride under your feet.

After being chopped off, only 200 spiritual power can be cured.

If the participation rate is robbed, what is lost is not only the participation rate, but also the dignity as the president.

Although the Viscount is an S rank, he has been secretly ridiculed by many guilds because the Viscount was robbed by Nightingale and he was powerless to fight back.

The same S-rank, but being crushed by another S-rank, it's embarrassing.

This is a matter of face as a high-level person.

The auctioneer scanned the auction room and said in a trembling voice, "Is there anyone else who wants to bid?"

The auctioneer can understand the reasons for everyone's hesitation, but...

This is only 1 mental power!

Since the establishment of the auction house, there has never been an example of a price of 1 mental power, and this is the finale auction.

Everyone's faces were full of eagerness, obvious fear, and anger.

Damn it, what is Nightingale doing as a shit stirrer at this time?

They wanted to win over Nightingale, and they were all ready to fight with other guilds.

As a result, Nightingale bid here by herself, and also offered 1 mental power.

Couldn't Nightingale give them a chance to compete among the guilds before presenting the core items to him?

Do you have to do this kind of trivial matter by yourself?

Bullshit!

Such trivial matters should be left to them to spend their time. As for Nightingale, she can stay wherever she is comfortable, and there is no need to waste time here.

The guilds had excellent eyesight, and Nightingale stayed in the auction for a long time without being noticed, apparently using some special means.

The auction house forbids the use of props and skills, but Nightingale can do it without anyone noticing and without being noticed, which just shows his high ability.

A member of a certain guild approached quietly and coughed lightly: "Your Excellency, are you tired from standing? Would you like to come to my place to rest for a while, I am afraid that your legs will be sore after standing for a long time."

The top guild executives in the front row were dumbfounded, with a face full of shock that "someone can be so shameless", he sneered again and again, and stood up unwilling to lag behind: "Shut up, you sycophant, you are already in the eighth row, people with poor eyesight I can’t even see the screen clearly. Your Excellency, come, take my seat. My seat is in the seventh row, right in the center, and I have a good view of Feng Shui Treasure, which is many times better than that in the eighth row.”

A group of people turned their heads and looked at each other in amazement, with the horror of "How could this be so?" written all over their faces.

Black Phantom's subordinates are ready to move: "President, how about we—"

Mo Jue glared at him: "Are you fucking crazy? What kind of pheasant guild are they? No matter how you say it, we are the top ten guilds, and the second row can be easily vacated? We want to recruit him, But never lick the dog."

The subordinates suddenly realized, and turned to admiration: "President, it is your foresight and foresight, and I was negligent."

Mo Jue: "This is taught by Uncle Chen, you should follow along."

Mo Jue raised his chin proudly, but his heart was deeply entangled.

Is he going to give up this position?If this position is given up, where will President Black Specter's face be placed?

But it would be a good thing if he could make friends with Nightingale because of this position.

After all, Nightingale was elusive, and under normal circumstances, he would not be encountered at all.

Encountering Nightingale in the mission world is both good and bad.

The good thing is that you can lie down and win, but the bad thing is that you can get out as you come in, and you won't have a dime on you.

Nightingale didn't sit down, but glanced at the person who spoke to him, and then looked at the auctioneer above: "No one participated in the bidding, can we count down?"

The auctioneer's face was livid, this fucking...

1 mental power, start the countdown?

The auctioneer didn't know that it was time to count down, but he couldn't even count down the price.

The people in the venue were also in a hurry, which is a big deal.Are they going to participate in the bidding?Do you want it or not?

If he bid with Nightingale and finally gave the core item to Nightingale, Nightingale wouldn't be angry with them, right?

Sheng Jing in the private room on the second floor turned pale, obviously not expecting things to develop in this direction: "What should we do? Once he comes, the rest of the people will not dare to bid."

The glass of the box is specially made, as long as the window is not opened, the outside cannot see the inside, but the outside scene can be clearly seen inside.

Yin He had already opened the window before, and he looked at the nightingale in the venue indifferently.

"Looking at the situation again, aren't there other forces that want to participate in the bidding?"

Especially the side of the pure white clothing, hearing the "1 spiritual power", their eyes glowed and they seemed to have won the auction.

They will have gentle faces like catkins in the spring breeze, exuding a refined temperament.

When he heard "1 mental power", he just frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking about.

The grade of this guild is obviously higher than other twittering guilds, as can be seen from the clothing and personal qualities.

Nightingale stared at the auctioneer on the stage, obviously a little impatient, and urged the auctioneer to hurry up the countdown.

The auctioneer was trembling with fright. On one side was the warning from the boss, and on the other side was the urging from Nightingale.

This is the toughest presidency of his career.

A gentle voice sounded to save the auctioneer, "Your Excellency Nightingale, this is against the rules."

Nightingale looked at the source of the voice: "Why is the Pope meddling in his own business?"

The Pope, dressed in pure white, seemed to emit holy light, and his brows flowed with love that seemed to be able to save all living beings.

This person's status is not low, definitely higher than the Viscount.

It can be seen from the fact that the Pope dared to call Nightingale by his name.

Sheng Jing's encyclopedia played a role at this time: "This is the Pope of the Holy See of Tomorrow, known as the Savior. The Holy See of Tomorrow treats all players equally, regardless of level, as long as you are sincere, you can join the Holy See of Tomorrow. The reason why the Pope is called the Savior , because of an act of his—"

"After the pope ends the mission world, he will donate 80% of his spiritual power to the weak. They will advocate dedication to the Holy See tomorrow, and they are the famous guild of saints."

To put it into reality, a rich man is willing to donate 80% of his monthly income to charity.

Acts of selfless dedication and not asking for anything in return are indeed easy to win the respect, love and support of the masses.

The Pope spoke the truth in a gentle voice: "Your Excellency bid before the auctioneer finished speaking. This is very disrespectful."

The auctioneer looked at the Pope gratefully, his eyes could almost shed tears.

He only had time to talk about the bidding price just now, but was interrupted by Nightingale before he finished speaking.

Nightingale gave the Pope a face, and said to the auctioneer, "Oh? Then you finish your sentence, and I'll raise the price."

The auction restarts.

The auctioneer continued intermittently: "A+ "Doll" produces props, the starting price is 0, and each increase is no less than... 100 mental power."

Nightingale raised her jaw slightly: "I bid, 100 spiritual power."

Not to be outdone, the Pope said, "I bid, 1000 spiritual power." "1001."

"2000."

"2001."

"4000."

"..."

Tomorrow, the Pope of the Holy See will be on the verge of going up against Nightingale, the top villain!

This is a rare and rare scene in a hundred years.

Starting from Nightingale's bid, it was all a scene in Sheng Jing's fantasy.

Imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

As soon as the auctioneer finished speaking, no one dared to bid.

The scene fell into a stagnant atmosphere, which was heavier than before.

There was Nightingale bidding for 1 mental power before, but it would be good to do it again, there was not even a bid.

Sheng Jing was anxious at the side: "The Pope has spoken for you, so he will definitely raise the price for you, right?"

Yin He doesn't think so.

From the Pope described by Sheng Jing, it can be seen that the Pope must be a good leader who loves the people like a son, cares about the world, and is thrifty.

What's more, the position of the Vatican tomorrow is already beyond reach, so there is no need to beg Nightingale to join like an ordinary guild.

In addition, Nightingale was too perverse, and there was nothing in her body that conformed to the dedication concept of the Holy See tomorrow.

Of course, the most important thing is.

The Pope is poor.

The Pope seemed to want to make a bid, and his gentle face was extremely tangled. Just as he was about to raise his own signboard, everyone's hearts were also hanging high.

The Pope put down the sign again, and everyone felt scratched, more anxious than their own bid.

They dare not bid with Nightingale, but they dare to bid with Pope.

Everyone knew that the Pope had a good temper and a gentle temper, and he would never bother with them about such trivial matters.

Nightingale sneered: "You are bidding."

The Pope smiled slightly: "Tomorrow, the Holy See advocates frugality and will never consume blindly. The props of "Doll" are useless to us. Let this opportunity be given to other people in need."

The subordinate next to him almost rolled his eyes and fainted, wishing he could hold a placard for the Pope.

The Pope will not bid without sufficient assurance.

The Pope really doesn't have the mental power to spare, only enough to relegation.

If he really confronted Nightingale, with Nightingale's financial resources, the Pope would definitely bleed heavily.

Although the pope has no money, the church members of the Holy See tomorrow have.

Their respected pope wants to buy something, and they have to make a lot of money.

The pope's words made the scene confusing and embarrassing, and the scene was audible. Many high-level guild officials looked at each other, unable to speak a word.

The Pope of tomorrow's Holy See is really... I don't know what to say.

They didn't dare to bid without the big guys starting to bid.

As long as the Pope makes a price and starts, the rest of the guild executives will definitely spring up to bid.

When there are too many people, can Nightingale take revenge one by one?

The point is, the Pope does not bid!

Nightingale's cold eyes swept across the arena, the corners of her mouth were full of contempt, as if bored, she lazily raised her card again.

"I bid, 100 spiritual power."

Their faces became even uglier.

Similarly, the person in charge of the auction house, the auctioneer, and Sheng Jing on the second floor all had extremely ugly expressions.

The auction house has never seen such a low price, and it is still the finale.After all, this is also an A+ world item, how could it be only 100 mental power? !

But this person was Nightingale.

Sheng Jing was worried for Yin He, but Yin He looked indifferently, looking at everything below indifferently.

Not in a hurry at all.

"Are you really going to give away the items from the A+ world?"

"How can this be called giving away? Nightingale is no longer participating in the bidding."

"... 100 spiritual power counts?"

"Of course."

100 mental power is only enough to buy a bottle of painkiller in the dream world, which is the lowest level.

This is a prop produced by the A+ world...

Even though he was publicly humiliated and revenged by Nightingale, Yin He did not change his mood much.

Isn't Nightingale very good?

Then he wanted to see how good Nightingale was.

Sensing that Nightingale was looking at him, Yin He looked back at him unabashedly, and at the same time showed a bright smile as gorgeous as a rose.

"Doesn't he want the props of "Doll" very much?" Yin He dragged his jaw, his long and narrow eyebrows revealed a careless laziness, "Then I will do what he wants."

"I want to see if he can hold it firmly." Yin He's appearance is of a non-aggressive type, which makes people feel protective.

But at the moment, his profile was sharp and stern, exuding a chilling aura.

Sheng Jing glanced at Yin He secretly, but your tone of voice didn't match what you said at all.

Just listening to what Yin He said, it seemed that he thought he was unlucky; but listening to Yin He's tone of voice, the degree of gnashing of teeth, it seemed that Nightingale had to be stabbed twice to relieve his hatred.

"Is there anyone else bidding?" The auctioneer looked desperately, looking at the people in the venue expectantly, "This is an item from the world of A+ "Doll"! A+ world! Is there really no one participating in the bidding? It's only 100 mental power at the moment !"

The props in the previous B-level world have captured nearly 4000 mental power!

But the props in the A+ world didn't even come to a fraction of the props produced in the B-rank world.

The auctioneer's heart was ashamed, and he only felt desolate in his heart.

I originally thought that this would become a new high transaction price and a glorious achievement in my career.

Unexpectedly, this would create a record low for him and even the auction house.

There are also auction houses who raise prices and create a false atmosphere. Whenever Tuo musters up the courage to raise his card to bid, Nightingale seems to have noticed it in advance and looks over slowly.

With just one glance, Tuo scratched the back of his head with the sign.

After repeated attempts several times, they gave up completely.

Nightingale was not someone they could mess with.

"100 mental power, once."

"100 mental power, twice..."

After a long pause, no one raised the price, and the auctioneer knocked down the heavy hammer with a sad face: "100 mental power three times, deal!"

The sale of the finale lot was extremely embarrassing, without any applause.A group of bigwigs were half dead with anger and aggrieved, how could they applaud?

It's good that they don't hit the wall.

There was sudden applause in the quiet venue.

From Nightingale.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, like a first-quarter moon hanging in the night sky, and his ostentatious face revealed sharp-edged arrogance.

He looked at Yin He on the second floor provocatively.

Yin He's face was bloodless, and under his slender neck was a sunken collarbone.

He was facing the window, looking down at this wanton provocative face.

Yin He raised his hand slowly, and crisp applause spread in the venue.

With the sound of Yin He's applause, it was as if some kind of magic infected everyone, leading everyone to applaud together.

The applause in the arena poured in layers like waves, and finally turned into a deafening thunder.

Nightingale frowned slightly, feeling a bad premonition welling up in her heart.

At this time, Yin He can still laugh?Did you even applaud him?

Yin He can not only laugh, but also applaud him.

Seeing that Yin He was still smiling, Nightingale seemed to be in an extremely happy mood at the moment, and his slender eyebrows and eyes were shining, so passionate that it made people fall into it.

He heard Yin He Qingyue's voice gradually sounded, each word was paused, and the words were pronounced clearly.

Yin He is congratulating him.

"Congratulations, Your Excellency Nightingale."