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

Chapter 119 Empress Fenghua (36)

But at this time, Feng Bo's face had long since lost the composure he had just now, his dark eyes were full of savagery, and a murderous look faintly flashed across his face.

The man's gloomy voice resounded, carrying a fierce coercion, which made everyone's eardrums ache slightly.

"Your Excellency, think about whether you can safely take it away after you walk out of this auction."

The threat in the words is self-evident, and the scene suddenly becomes tense.

Mr. Zhang rushed to relieve the pressure on most people, and shouted: "Master, please take back your coercion, otherwise, we can only invite you out of the auction."

Feng Bo snorted coldly, and slowly restrained the momentum of the spurt.

The next moment, Mutang sneered, "Why did Xuanjing say it outright, so why beat around the bush?"

"You you." Feng Bo's chest heaved up and down in anger, and his face turned blue and white.

Suddenly, Jun Yue who was standing beside him came up and whispered something in his ear.

I saw that Feng Bo gradually calmed down, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Yue'er, you are really my lucky star."

Soon, he said again, "280 one."

It was only one Xuanjing more than the auction price that Mutang just called.

Mu Tang raised his eyebrows slightly, and said lightly, "290 pieces."

"290 pieces."

Next, no matter how she added, Feng Bo would only add one Xuanjing after her auction price.

Psychological warfare?

smarter, but
Mutang's eyes darkened slightly, the corners of his lips curled up viciously, and there was a trace of obvious anger in his cool voice: "310 pieces."

Sure enough, the man continued, "310 one."

"Seven."

Feeling that the woman's voice became urgent, as if he had succeeded in being irritated by him, Feng Bo excitedly licked the corner of his lips, the blood in his body became boiling, he followed her and shouted: "320 one."

"330."

"330 one."

The next moment, the woman's angry voice sounded in my ears: "540."

Before Feng Bo had time to think, he blurted out: "540 one."

As soon as he finished speaking, his sleeves were suddenly pulled by Jun Yue beside him, and Feng Bo finally realized that his face turned pale instantly, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

What did he just say?
Five, 540 a Xuan Jing, so many Xuan Jing, they have to take out most of the treasury of the Eastern Region to pay for it.

With such a high price, even if he got the map of the secret realm, his father would definitely be furious.

What's more, his 'good' brothers are still staring at him. If he caused such a big disaster, he might not be able to keep his crown prince!

The only hope is.
Since the beginning of the auction, Feng Bo has never felt such a strong desire for him to hear that clear female voice again.

However, the female voice didn't sound for a long time, until Zhang Lao's hammer hit, the last ray of light in his eyes dimmed, his face was ashen, and his whole body became cold.

Feng Bo shook his head in disbelief, and muttered: "Impossible, it's not true, doesn't that woman really want the map of the secret realm? Why, why doesn't she continue to increase the price?"

Jun Yue looked at the bewildered man in front of him, her body trembled slightly, her steps couldn't help shrinking back, and she said cautiously, "Brother Feng, calm down."

(End of this chapter)