Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 166: Red Rain Bidding Fierce

"Who on earth is that bastard Ma? He even stole a broken knife!"

Looking at the constantly jumping numbers, Wang Qiye crushed the teacup in his hand, calmed himself down a little, and pressed the number with gritted teeth.

Wang Qiye raised the price anonymously. Hong Yu is now auctioning at a price of spirit stones. The countdown starts again.

There were other people there, buying in hundreds to make up the number, but after seeing the price come out, they all stopped and dared not join in the fun anymore.

"Mr. Zhao, the price has reached 4!"

Yudie covered her mouth and screamed.

"Hmph, add 100."

With a beautiful woman by my side, it might not be possible in bed, but it is absolutely necessary for the auction.

Cao Yuanwai saw that the auction price had already risen. He calmly pressed the number to add 100. Although he was still holding the cup of tea steadily, the sweat on his forehead had already betrayed him.

"Miss, the price has gone up!"

The maid exclaimed that after the big drop in Hongyu's price, the price no longer changed frequently, and it only jumped up by 100 each time, but it was still frightening.

"What? Are they crazy?"

Miss Wen no longer had the heart to dress up. She finally put down her jewelry, ran to the bed, and watched with her maid.

The more I watched, the more miserable I felt. "Xingyue, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I'm short of money, so I can only go this far."

The face of the city master turned pale, and he lost his previous composure. The current price of Hong Yu has surpassed the price that appeared at the auction a thousand years ago, setting a new high, but he still gritted his teeth and added another 100.

But then, City Lord Zhuang was shocked by the number jumping again by Hong Yu. Hong Yu is now auctioning at a high price.

Weng Cenguan's hands were shaking as he pressed the number. He felt that this was a trap set by others against the rise of the Weng family, but he had to jump into this fire pit!

"Is this the price for teasing Purple Belle?"

The cycle of justice will always return. Wang Qiye, who had been prepared for a black fist, did not receive a beating for more than 20 days, but instead received a black knife. The price was 5000 spirit stones higher than the last auction, but he still did not get the Red Rain.

"At the moment, it seems that there are still four buyers competing with me. It's the middle of the night, if you are sleepy, just go to sleep. Why are you coming here to join in the fun? I'll add more!"

Wang Qiye anonymously raised the price by 1000 spirit stones. Hong Yu now bids for it at a price of spirit stones and starts the countdown again.

"Master Zhao, that mysterious man has added another 1000. He must be someone hired by the Divine Eagle Castle!"

Yudie was nestled in Master Zhao's arms at the moment, her eyes bright as she witnessed the fight over the auction price. The thrill she felt was greater than the pleasure Master Zhao gave her.

"This Condor Castle has lost all its dignity now. Are they crazy about money? Well, I'll add another 100 and treat it as a way to get rid of the beggars."

Master Zhao had an ugly look on his face. He was ripped off by the Divine Eagle Fort and couldn't help cursing.

Mr. Zhao anonymously raised the price by 100. Hong Yu now sets the auction price and starts the countdown again.

Inside the Condor Fort.

“Miss Yushi, do you think we should raise the price now?”

In fact, Condor Castle did prepare a proxy, the one who asked the question now, who was sitting respectfully at the bottom. But his performance today was remarkable, and he only made three bids.

Sima Yushi, who was sitting on the long seat, looked heroic. Although she was dressed in tight clothes, she was only at the Jindan stage, and carrying the banner of the Divine Eagle Fort had already tortured her to the point of exhaustion. Anyone who saw her charming look could not help but hold her in their arms and pity her.

"What do you think, Sima Luo?"

The exhausted Sima Yushi propped her head on the conference table with her arms and closed her eyes. But the soft words still swayed with the tuft of hair protruding from her forehead.

"It's all up to my eldest sister."

Sima Luo sat up straight quickly. Three months ago, he had just contradicted his elder sister, and her cut his monthly allowance in half. If it weren't for his good friend who had been supporting him, he would probably not be able to survive these few months. However, Duanmu Xi said that if he could help him get his elder sister, not only would his monthly allowance be restored, but it would also be doubled, and there would also be a reward of 10,000 spirit stones. When Sima Luo looked at the beautiful figure sitting on the long seat, his eyes were inevitably heated. He had never realized that his elder sister was so beautiful.

"Well, that's it for today, let's go."

Sima Yushi waved her hand, still without opening her eyes, and sighed in her heart. It seemed that this Sima Luo could not be helped. I took him with me this month to handle affairs, but he always wanted to go out and fool around. Even for the trivial matter of secretly raising the price at the auction today, he was not interested. I don't know who he was chatting with. Does Shenying Fort really have to rely on me, a woman, in the future?

"It's Miss!"

Everyone stood up and saluted. Sima Luo also stood up and left the meeting room.

At this time, Sima Yushi opened her bloodshot eyes and looked out the window of Shenying Fort at the swaying wind and rain with melancholy, wondering what she was thinking.

"Miss, you should rest."

A pretty maid came forward and spoke softly, looking at Sima Yushi with some heartache, as she had not slept for three days and three nights.

Sima Yushi nodded slightly, without saying anything, stood up, and walked towards the boudoir. "I can really sleep well today. I don't know who helped me so much. Today's auction didn't take much thought, and I can take a break a little."

"When I wake up tomorrow, tell me the final auction price first thing."

When the price rises to 4, there is no need to pay attention to the results. Instead of wasting time, you might as well take the opportunity to have a good rest.

"Yes, Miss."

Two pretty maids replied.

City Lord Zhuang's face was already livid at this time. He raised his eyes and glanced at the more than 100 treasures in his treasure house. Finally, he stopped at the newly made knife rack and was still making his last struggle.

City Lord Zhuang anonymously raised the price by 500 spirit stones. Hong Yu is now bidding at the price of , and the countdown starts again.

Weng Cenguan closed his eyes and weighed in his mind where he could be frugal and where he could save some spirit stones. Finally, he opened his determined eyes.

"The Weng family is rising, and we cannot afford to lose! Add another 300 spirit stones!"

"Fuck, why is this purple bell orchid so expensive?"

Wang Qiye looked at the constantly changing prices, his face changing from gloomy to bright. He reached out and gloomily pressed the number of 1000 to increase the price. But at this moment, he was counting all these accounts on Zi Linglan. "Next time I meet her, how can I get back these spiritual stones from her?"

"Mr. Zhao, the price has reached a spiritual stone!"

Yudie's face flushed, she put her arms around Mr. Zhao's neck, her body trembling, as if she was the one who made the bid.

"Why are you panicking? Add another 100."

Although he said it lightly, Mr. Zhao's hands, which were holding Yudie's chest, had begun to sweat. He was too nervous now and didn't realize that he was hugging Yudie tighter and tighter.

"Miss, the price has arrived!"

The maid exclaimed again.

When Miss Wen saw this, she was secretly amazed. She hugged the pretty maid and felt the tense atmosphere of the auction.

"Snapped--"

Cao's teacup fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The tea inside, which had already cooled, splashed onto his feet, soaking his shoes. He didn't care, but stretched out his trembling fingers and pressed the number of 100 to increase the price.

"what--"

The exasperated City Lord Zhuang looked at the jumping auction price and roared, still not satisfied. He flashed to the newly built knife rack, grabbed it and threw it to the ground, smashing the priceless knife rack to pieces.

Then he sat down on the ground with a sense of loss, looking at the mess on the ground and grabbing his hair in pain.

"Who is blocking the rise of the Weng family?"

The veins on Weng Cenguan's face were already bulging. In this empty secret room, he had long lost the demeanor that a head of the family should have on weekdays. At this moment, his hair and beard were all standing up, his eyes were red, and he trembled as he entered 100 in the bid increase box and was about to press the confirm button. However, the auction price jumped again and became. The hand that was about to confirm could not press it anymore, and finally he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Wang Qiye, who had pressed the price increase of 1,000 yuan, took a deep breath. He was now in a much calmer state of mind, and no longer as irritable as before. He was still very patient, and poured himself another cup of tea, holding it in his hand, and blew it leisurely.

"Well, good tea!"

Wang Qiye took a light sip and it was still a little hot, but the cloud tea at this moment had a unique flavor that lingered on the tip of his tongue.

"Mr. Zhao, what should we do?"

Looking at the red rain that had risen to a high price, Yudie suddenly cried out that she had difficulty breathing. She could only hang herself on Mr. Zhao's neck to avoid collapsing on the ground.

"Condor Fort is going too far! This is not the way to raise the price. Add another 100!"

Mr. Zhao's face was a little distorted at this moment. If he hadn't had the beauty in his arms today, he would have sobered up long ago. At this moment, it was purely out of anger that was supporting him.

Looking at the auction price, Mr. Cao slumped in his chair, feeling a little dry in the mouth.

"It seems that I have to find another way to give the gift this time."

He had already made up his mind, and then he felt that his shoes were wet by the tea. With just a slight rotation of his power, bursts of heat emanated from his shoes, evaporating all the water vapor. This inconspicuous fat businessman turned out to be a master of cultivation.