witch doctor and queen

Chapter 102 The sense of oppression is about to break out!
"Seven thousand five hundred pieces." Wu Mo spoke again.

At this time, Zou Zichen, who had been hugging Xuebao, suddenly asked Wu Mo in a low voice: "Sister Yun, did you refine the elixir that is being auctioned now?"

"Yeah." Because Wu Mo said before that she came to the auction to make money by selling pills, and she also showed that she was a holy alchemist, so she didn't hide it.

"Sister Yun is asking him for a price like this, what if the man doesn't have the money and doesn't buy it in the end?"

Seeing that Zou Zichen seemed to be very worried about her, Wu Mo said gently, "Don't worry, he will definitely buy it."

"Oh..." Zou Zichen nodded and didn't ask any further questions, but comforted him crisply, "Sister Yun, don't worry, if he doesn't buy it in the end, I will. I'm rich."

Back when Wu Mo said that she had no money and wanted to come here to make money, Zou Zichen had said that he would give Wu Mo his own money, but Wu Mo refused in the end.

Hearing what he said now, Wu Mo couldn't help laughing, "Okay."

However, the process was as Wu Mo said. Although she kept raising the price, Chu Lingjin was furious, but she still continued to bid.

till the end--

"Ten thousand!!!"

The audience was completely silent, but Chu Lingjin's gnashing of teeth accentuated her pronunciation.

Because the curtains were open, Wu Mo could even clearly see the bulge of veins on Chu Lingjin's forehead.

I don't know whether it was because of the price or because of Wu Mo.

But really angry to the extreme.

Wu Mo seemed to have finally sensed the gunpowder-filled atmosphere, sighed slightly, stood up from his seat, bowed his hands dignifiedly in the direction of Chu Lingjin, and said, "Young Master Chu is really rich and powerful, with such a large amount of money, I really can't match it. Famous swords match heroes, treasure pills belong to the rich, and this pill is worthy of Master Chu!"

"..."

These words brought the atmosphere to a freezing point in an instant.

It seemed to be a compliment and a concession, but the words and sentences used in it successfully made Chu Lingjin's mood completely terrible!

But Wu Mo didn't seem to notice anything wrong, straightened his sleeves with a smile on his face, and sat back in his seat very calmly.

"Hey, [-] low-grade spirit stones, is there any customer who will increase the price?" asked the beautiful host.

Naturally no one answered.

"The auction has been completed! Congratulations to the guest in Room [-] for obtaining this holy middle-grade healing pill. The pill will be sent to the private room after the auction. Please wait patiently..."

The host's beauty's sweet voice didn't ease Chu Lingjin's hard expression at all.

Ten thousand low-grade spirit stones are equivalent to [-] high-grade spirit stones. Thinking back when Huangfu Chen was the third prince of the capital, on the premise that Wu Mo was the master of destiny, the reward for divination was only ten high-grade spirit stones. It can be seen how insane the auction price is.

The person in charge had been staying in the corner of the auction, and he couldn't help swallowing when he heard the final auction price.

I have seen quite a few auction item owners who purposely raised their prices, but this is really the first time he has met someone who raised their prices so fiercely!
I somehow remembered Mr. An's ambitious words at the beginning—"When the auction is over, I will give you a good one according to the auction price!" ! '

The person in charge felt that this lady might be trying to trick more than one person...

After the pill auction is over, it will be the last auction item.

Wu Mo could clearly feel that the atmosphere on the field became serious.

In the individual private rooms on the third floor, even the coercion exuded by the strong is faintly visible.

The sense of oppression is on the verge of triggering!
(End of this chapter)