Hurry up, don't shut yourself down, Your Highness

Chapter 117 Empress Fenghua (34)

Jun Yue clenched her hands into fists, her eyes were full of struggle, and the corners of her mouth trembled slightly.

However, until the hammer in Zhang Lao's hand fell, he still couldn't speak.

With 6 taels and more, with her current ability, she couldn't bear it at all.

"Brother Feng, I"

Feng Bo pursed his lips, and seeing the woman looking at him cautiously, with a pitiful look, he couldn't help but soften his tone, comforting: "It's okay, I have already received Yue'er's heart."

However, if I say in my heart that I am not disappointed, it is a lie.

In the box on the other side, there was a "dong dong" knock on the door.

When he opened the door, he saw the enchanting and charming woman walking in with a big brocade box.

Liuli walked up to Mutang with a smile on her face, and her charming and gentle voice made people feel goosebumps all over her body.

"My lord, this is the item you just photographed, please have a look."

As she spoke, Liuli slowly bent down, thinking to get closer to the woman who was exuding alienation and indifference all over her body.

Mu Tang frowned slightly, and before he had time to escape, he felt an extra hand around his waist, and his body was pulled into a warm embrace.

Her cheek was pressed against the young boy's chest, and he could clearly hear his "thump, thump..." strong heartbeat in her ears.

Seeing this scene, Liuli curled her lips, put the brocade box aside, and smiled mischievously: "Two adults, play slowly, and summon me if you have anything to do."

Then he turned and left.

Mu Tang came back to his senses suddenly, gently pushed Jun Yi's arm, broke free from the boy's embrace, and sat up straight.

The person in his arms left suddenly, Jun Yi stared at his hands in a daze, feeling a little empty in his heart for no reason.

Suddenly, two brocade boxes were stuffed into his hands. Holding the brocade boxes, he turned his head and looked at the woman beside him with doubts in his eyes.

"give you."

Mutang's clear voice came to his ears.

Jun Yi opened the brocade box, and inside it was obviously the thousand-year-old spiritual fruit and the silk black robe that were just on the auction stage.

The young man's eyes deepened, he pushed the brocade box in front of the woman, and said calmly: "You keep the spiritual fruit, it's a waste for me."

For a person like him who can't cultivate, it is impossible to maximize the medicinal power of the spirit fruit. "

"You" only felt the woman's eyes turn around him, and continued: "You... make it up."

Make up, make up for what?
For some reason, the boy's cheeks flushed faintly.

Suddenly there were bursts of excited shouts from below, and the two of them remembered that they were still at the auction.

At some point, there were more than a dozen imposing men in black standing on the auction stage. They formed a circle and seemed to be protecting something in the center of the stage.

Even Mr. Zhang put away the smile on his face, and said with a serious face: "Next, I will announce the finale item of this auction."

The covering cloth was slowly uncovered, and the first thing that came into view was the transparent glass cover, inside which was placed a broken blueprint, which had turned yellow with age.

However, the origin of the finale item is actually only known to a few people, and most people are still kept in the dark.

"Hey, what is this?"

"Hey, is there a mistake? I'm looking forward to it so much, but you actually used a piece of broken paper to perfuse me."

The venue suddenly became noisy, Mr. Zhang hurriedly waved his hands, and the voice carrying spiritual power spread throughout the auction venue.

"Ahem, everyone, be quiet, this piece of paper is amazing, amazing."

Hearing what Zhang Lao said, the people in the audience gradually quieted down and looked at him with doubts.

(End of this chapter)