Fourteen million!

The numbers change again, and the person who follows the price is the person in Yao Pavilion - Yao Wenxin.

Until now, it is impossible to understand why the people from Yao Pavilion participated in the auction of the painting "Fantasy Night".

The people on Yao Wenxin's side should not have received the direct order from Yao Pavilion, which is different from Xiao Shengtian and Gu Yunxi.

At this time, Yao Wenxin was really controlling this matter alone.

What was Yao Wenxin thinking about in her mind?

Why do you have to interfere in the matter of Huajuan [Fantasy Night]?

Yao Wenxin didn't explain, and the person sitting next to him didn't want to ask anything.

With the back of Yao Pavilion, they have no idea about 400 million or 500 million.

Anyway, it's good to be happy.

Are you happy?

Will the auction of the scroll [Fantasy Night] be very happy?

This is something that is indefinite.

However, Yao Wenxin himself couldn't say what the situation was.

Compared with Sang Wuyan's simple obsession, Yao Wenxin's little thought of wanting to scroll [Huan Ye] is incomparable.

However, Yao Wenxin seems to be very attached to the picture scroll [Fantasy Night].

What a strange thing.

In their eyes, the growth of numbers is the jumping of numbers, but the impact it brings to everyone is very obvious.

The sound of swallowing saliva is very obvious. Many things you want to say are accumulated in your heart, but nothing can be said.

Things have developed beyond their expectations, and the world we can see is completely different.

What will it reach if it is allowed to develop?

And among them, the calmest person is the casual cultivator - the Zihe Dao Ren.

The Zihe Taoist is a casual cultivator from the Hundred Teachings Realm. His specific identity is unknown. However, when he walks in the Hundred Teachings Realm, he is a more well-known name as the Zihe Taoist.

If the Zihe Taoist people were willing to show themselves in front of everyone, then many people in the hall would know what the Zihe Taoist people came to the auction and bid for.

This is something that people in Zihe Dao are not very good at.

However, why do the Zihe Taoist people have to be obsessed with the picture scroll [Fantasy Night]?

Although the people of Zihe Dao still look calm, even the price is underestimated.

It seems not as excited as I imagined, and it doesn't seem like I've made an agreement with someone.

So, what is the situation of Zihe Dao Ren?

"Sir, do you want to continue to follow the price?"

Even the servant in Wanbao Pavilion is a little shocked at the current price.

Before following the price, you still have to ask, especially if the owner of the private room does not take the initiative to mention this matter, he will ask.

"Yeah. Keep going."

When the Taoist Zihe heard this, he spoke weakly. Did he really care so much about the painting [Fantasy Night]?

Judging from the current situation of the Zihe Dao people, it should not be what they thought.

But, why?

After all, the behavior of Zihe Taoist people is not very normal.

Zihe Taoist, Sang Wuyan, and Xia Ming all belong to this kind of person.

However, Xia Ming's purpose was clearer, and the other two people's purposes always felt unclear, as if they did not exist at all.

"Boss, do you still have to continue? The above instructions are really so important?"

The current auction price makes their hearts unable to bear it, and they don’t know what Xiao Shengtian himself thought.

"Shh! It'll be fine."

Xiao Shengtian looked at the person talking beside him, stretched out his fingers to his mouth, raised his hand, and continued to ask the servant to follow the price.

"Oh, boss, just be as you please, we can't help anyway."

This is fine. With more than 100 million, their wealth is basically ready to become a pill, and they don’t have much financial resources at all.

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Want to help?

Can't help.

If it is fatal, there is still one.

It's just that simple thing.

Anyway, I don’t have hope, let Xiao Shengtian develop himself.

If it was at that level in the end, the people above would not blame Xiao Shengtian.

It seems that there is no need to worry about anything.

Four hundred and sixty million.

Xue Wuyi looked at the numbers and suddenly felt a sense of emotion about the people participating in the auction this time, "All the people participating in this auction are so rich and generous?"

He originally thought that he was the one who wanted [Huanye] the most, but he didn't expect so many people to chase after him. It seemed that there was something that Xue Wuyi didn't know about him on [Huanye].

Xue Wuyi ordered the servant to continue to follow the price, and turned his head and looked at Lin Ze.

"Hey! Mr. Lin, what do you think about this matter?"

Xue Wuyi has seen through it, and it is meaningless to talk to Tang Wenlu, so it is better to talk to Lin Ze who was forced to stay here.

Will Lin Ze respond to Xue Wuyi at this time?

In fact, it proves that Lin Ze is still willing to speak.

However, what Lin Ze said may not be so nice to Xue Wuyi.

"Master of Blood Hall? Tsk, if you put on a layer of skin, you don't know what your surname is. It's so sad."

It is really possible that the existence of a sword capital can be linked to such a force.

"Young Master Lin, you!"

Xue Wuyi was indeed speechless by such words.

"What's wrong? What I'm talking about is the fact. Wanxue Hall? I've been entrenched in the sword for many years. It's such a ridiculous thing. Could it be that you really believe such words? You are the one who shouldn't believe this."

The last layer of fig leaf was directly lifted down by Lin Ze.

It doesn't matter what you want to do.

The more Xue Wuyi doesn’t want others to say something, the more obvious it will become and becomes an existence that cannot be abandoned.

Don’t forget that, in itself, Xue Wuyi was arranged in Wanxue Hall.

No matter how many years have passed, there will never be room for Xue Wuyi to turn around.

Because this is the knot at the beginning. On the side of Xue Wuyi, this matter was the real beginning and it was also a loneliness that lasted for nearly two hundred years.

I was alone in Jiandu, guarding the strange Wanxue Hall, leaning on any corner of Jiandu, preparing the so-called arrangements, and it seemed that I had rarely received the information above.

At this time, what are your thoughts deep in your heart?

No idea?

Or is it full of complaints?

After Lin Ze said this, Xue Wuyi understood something. What exactly did he think about this matter?

"Young Master Lin, the Lin family in the imperial capital is not the only one. You are also suppressed. It seems that you are particularly cautious when you say that you are such an existence."

Xue Wuyi didn't care about it now, and he didn't want to talk to him and let him live a better life. He simply spoke.

The Lin family in the imperial capital?

What exists?

Oh!

The small imperial capital Lin family, a mere young man, dared to say such words. It really made Xue Wuyi confused.

If you fight for a while, neither of you nor me will forgive each other.

"you!"

Xue Wuyi's words were really heartbreaking. This matter was something that Lin Ze understood very well. Lin Qiye was not at all safe. He simply forgot what he said and the sins he had suffered.

The son is not affected by it.
To be continued...