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49. Massacre

"The first treasure came from the Emerald Kingdom for five years. Wearing it will make women more beautiful. It is a rare ornament for women. It starts at 50 million Baileys, the only one in the world!"

An Mei'er lifted the black cloth from a servant's hand, and in a moment, the entire dim hall shone with a brilliant blue light, as if a sea was in front of him, which was breathtaking.

I saw that the heart of the ocean was like a heart, blue and transparent, and was formed with twenty-four identical diamonds.

“Wow…so beautiful.”

The whole hall was quiet, and countless women, their eyes were fascinated, and they looked at the necklace of the heart of the ocean greedily.

"Husband, I want..."

Not only women were fascinated, but even some men were lost in an instant.

All the women were out of control.

"Sixty million Berry." A middle-aged woman with a pretty delicate appearance started the first price.

"Eighty million."

Another greedy voice sounded, and it was inevitable.

"One hundred million."

A fat man with big ears was holding a charming beauty in his arms, spending a lot of money.

"One Thirty million."

After ten minutes of fighting, the price was priced at 200 million Bailey. The income of a rich man was given to the beauty in his arms on the spot, making many women full of envy.

"Congratulations to that beauty for getting the Heart of the Ocean. You will be the most dazzling and happiest woman in the audience."

On the high platform, An Mei'er compliments and continued, "The second item is one of the only fifty good knives in the world. Remember, it is one of the only fifty in the world. You can imagine such a small chance. For a swordsman, a good weapon is life, starting at 100 million Baileys."

As soon as it comes, the lowest price is 100 million Bailey, and this is only one of fifty ones. There are also big fast swords and supreme big fast swords on the good fast swords. These weapons are fatal temptations for swordsmen.

Think about it, how many swordsmen are in the world, but the fine weapons are not even broken by a hundred.

"One 50 million."

Below, a pirate, holding a long sword around his waist, looked at the high-speed sword on the platform, his eyes were hot.

"One hundred and sixty million."

Another swordsman has increased his bargaining chips.

"One hundred and eighty million."

Basically, it is all swordsmen who are increasing the price. Some rich or nobles, even if they buy it, they just collect it. They don’t have to spend so much money, because in the eyes of these people, the good-fast knife is just scrap iron.

This is how different people have different values.

In the end, it increased violently to 280 trillion yuan, and it was earned by a pirate.

Some swordsmen who failed in the competition looked at the pirate dangerously with bad intentions.

"What do you think? I am the deputy captain of the Tianhu Pirates. I offer a reward of 80 million Baileys. If you have the guts, come to me."

Facing the malicious look, he took a look at the pirate who was Liang Kuaidao with disdain on his face.

The pirates’ rewards now are not in the future. It is estimated that the current 80 million will be at least hundreds of millions in the future.

"Congratulations to this gentleman for successfully capturing one of the fifty good-fast swords in the world. Next, it is a slave to the long-legged clan..."

At this moment, in the backstage, the guards of the auction house were leading a young and beautiful long-legged clan. The long legs were white and slender, which was a huge temptation for some men with special preferences.

Her eyes were dull and there was no hope. This long-legged beauty was a little immature and might not have grown up yet.

Ye Chen, who was sitting at the back, suddenly turned cold and a faint murderous intent stared at An Mei'er.

The scenes of the past began to be replayed in front of Ye Chen's eyes. He was so similar to this long-legged tribe.

Silently, Ye Chen appeared on the platform and stood next to An Mei'er.

Ye Chen's ghost appeared, which scared An Mei'er, and the auctioneer below was slightly stunned.

"Who are you."

Frowning, An Mei'er looked at Ye Chen, very majestic. You must know that she is Xiaomi, the owner of this auction house, and she has great power.

His body suddenly hangs in the air, An Mei'er's face turns red, and she struggles violently, just because Ye Chen directly pinched her neck and lifted it in the air.

Ye Chen's actions caused a sensation in the audience, and it was obvious that he was here to cause trouble. For a moment, many auction house thugs surrounded the platform.

“Where is Ansrager.”

Pinching An Mei'er's neck, Ye Chen's tone was stern.

"Boy, you'd better withdraw your hand, otherwise I'll make you regret being born in this world." An Mei'er looked threatening, even if she was strangled, she was fearless.

"Let Lord An Meier go..."

Around him, countless guns were pointed at Ye Chen. As long as An Mei'er gave an order, Ye Chen would be beaten into a hornet's nest.

"ah..."

Blood sprinkled, and a creepy scream pierced everyone's eardrums. The blood on the ground was covered with white arms, and it twitched from time to time in everyone's eyes.

An Mei'er, who was originally enchanting, was now screaming like a ghost.

Livingly, Ye Chen tore off An Mei'er's right hand, making the platform full of blood.

In the audience, a rich woman screamed and fled outside without hesitation.

The scene suddenly got out of control.

"Tell me where is Ansrag." Looking at An Mei'er who was wailing miserably, Ye Chen ignored the guns around him and continued to ask.

When Cao Cao was said to him, he arrived, and walked in from the side door. He took hundreds of men, holding various intimidating weapons, and squeezed into the hall.

At this time, many auctioneers had already left the auction house, and some even watched the show outside.

"When did I offend you, I have caused trouble in my auction house."

The leader has changed a lot compared to two years ago, but Ye Chen recognized it at a glance, because at the beginning, this guy bought himself, then trained him in various ways, and finally sold it to the perverted fat woman.

Seeing Ansrag appear, Ye Chen smiled, a very happy smile.

"Click..."

The sound of the bone breaking, An Mei'er's head shook, and Ye Chen threw it in front of Ansrag like a garbage thrown.

"Kill him."

Ye Chen's actions made Ansrager angry. This was simply not giving him face, and he was obviously here to make trouble.

Suddenly, gunfire was filled with fire, and countless bullets were drowned towards Ye Chen.

"Swoosh...swoosh..."

Two mist feet, five meters long, flew past like a bamboo shoot, accompanied by screams, and the broken limbs and arms splashed everywhere.

"Naval Six Styles."

Ansrag's eyes twitched, knowing that he had encountered a tough guy.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Chen disappeared, and every second, a person fell in a pool of blood.

Fear spread throughout the audience.

A few minutes later, Ye Chen pinched Ansrag's neck with minced meat on the ground, his eyes turned red, and his face was ferocious.

"You are the Navy."

Arsrag was choked and blushed, but there was no fear in his eyes.

"I am under the Flying Pirates, so what if you are the Navy? Facing the Golden Lion Master, you can only die!"

Obviously, Ansrag did not remember Ye Chen. After all, I don’t know how many slaves were auctioned off from him. Who would remember a slave?
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