Xin Tianyou's laughter is very contagious.

Since he became sensible, most of his thinking was trapped in cold logic and calculations, and he laughed so happily for the first time.

Gradually, everyone smiled.

Yes, the blue sky and the sun are so bad!

It's just a domineering bull's nose to deceive people and treasure, but it's not his own thing anyway. Haha... Isn't this guy's hurried away just now like a piece of smoked wood?

The boy's laughter gradually became quiet, and some people began to leave the seat again. After checking the time, Xiaoyaozi probably should have walked out of the Zhenbao Pavilion at this time and could not hit him.

The highlight of this auction is over, and they are also preparing to take a walk and take a look at the ring of the Chenghuang Temple.

Three minutes later, there were only more than 200 guests left in the hall where there were originally more than 500 people, basically all of whom were from Baisha City.

The merchants and wealthy people who come and go often have to give Zhenbao Pavilion face and leave early seems disrespectful. Local warriors and monks do not like shopping like foreign tourists. It is better to watch auctions than to go to the City God Temple to watch the Binghu showing off his martial arts and power. Anyway, there is still one hour before Xiaoyaobo will appear on stage.

Liao Ming stood behind the table without saying a word. When all those who should leave were exposed, he slapped the wood and said:

"Please pay attention...the auction of the last treasure begins now."

Xin Tianyou quickly sat upright, and came here today for this. No matter how precious the spirit crystal is, it is a waste to him.

Su Guoer glanced at the young man's handsome face, worried. He had no money on him and did not agree with his mortgage ticket. How can he deliver the "Lady's Parrot Picture" later?

Yang He's eyes were dull and leaned heavily towards the back of the chair, his body slid down softly and became a ball. He didn't take a picture of the legendary spiritual crystal, and the consequences were very serious. What should I do to explain to Mr. Xu?

Lying is a technical job.

There were so many eyes staring at the scene, so I definitely couldn't make up... Yes, I said I was not afraid of danger. When I tried to raise my hand, I was hit by the detention technique of the demon. Shaoxiong, who was connected to the sixth level of the Secret, fell down, and I definitely couldn't stop him! Besides, I did hold my hand to my chest at that time and everyone saw it.

Liao Mingdao:

"...This is a very pure night pearl, also known as "Suizhu" and "Bright Moon Pearl" in ancient times. After half an hour of sunlight, you can emit a whole night light. The light is divided into three layers, the outermost circle is green light, the middle layer is yellow light, and the inner layer is blue light, which is colorful...

"A perfect, flawless orb. The only disadvantage is that it is a little smaller..."

As a photographer, being able to make a straw into gold bars is considered a skill. Even though it is about to end, Liao Ming still spares no effort to carry out the final battle and advocate it desperately.

The vicious Taoist left, the tough and arrogant Tong San took his brothers away, and the strange-faced warriors and tourists also left. Many people in the hall knew each other again, and the atmosphere was very relaxed.

The last lot is often not a heavy tool. A regular customer saw that the photographer blew the beads to the sky and asked with a smile:

"Slightly small, how small is it?"

Liao Ming's face looked a little embarrassed. He stretched out his thumb and quickly withdrew it back, stretched out his little finger and said:

"Ha... smaller than a little finger."

The man joked:

"Zhi Niang, I'm hiding and evasive. I'm asking how young you are, not that you are. I'm even smaller than Chu Shan..."

Liao Ming couldn't hold it in, and he was happy, and said with a smile:

"To be honest, it's as big as a sesame seed."

boom……

The flowers bloomed below.

No matter how perfect the gem is, it is not worth it if it is so big!

Whose family has the nerve to take it out and take it seriously?

Xintianyou didn't laugh.

People call some bright objects that reflect light without losslessness, and the dark night looks hazy, sometimes called night pearls. Some strongly radiant objects such as crystal uranium ore can produce faint light at night, which is also called night pearls.

The real night pearl is actually a very rare fluorite, containing rare earths. After absorbing external energy, the electrons enter a high-energy state. When it falls back to low energy, it will release photons and shine.

The one to be auctioned can absorb solar energy, it's just a damn, ma'am... it's so small. It's just a bit bigger. Can it be called a bead? The ants are almost the same as lighting the lamp, and what illuminates the pages of the book is purely boastful.

As I thought about it, a little green light suddenly flashed in my mind, as if a meteor had cut through the sky.

The spiritual sense fluctuated strongly, and the "summoning" sense came again, but there was no origin or trace.

It’s like walking alone in the bustling city, hearing familiar voices calling yourself. Looking back, I saw bustling people like a tide...

A violent dizziness hit...

I was convinced by the gods in my heart and found that all the scenery around me had changed.

The night is dark.

No stars, no moon; cold rain, strong wind.

With lightning, you can see a huge building complex below.

The ridges roared on the eaves.

Under the eaves are rows of warriors holding spears, silent as iron.

In the distance, you can see thatched cottages scattered in groups, either against the mountains or by the water. They are crowded with disabled soldiers, frightened and uneasy.

What is this place?

Why do you seem to look down in the air?

After a moment of change of thought, he entered a tall and empty palace.

There were two rows of food in the lower table, and dozens of people knelt on their knees after the table. One side had a tall crown and wide sleeves and the other side had an iron armor and bronze helmet, all of whom were depressed. The wine in the pottery bowl was turbid, and milky white oil condensed on the surface of the pig's trotter in the food plate.

The atmosphere was depressing and no one spoke.

The wind was howling outside the hall, and a dull echo came in, like the waves in the distance, wave after wave, endless...

The oil lamp is dim, causing all colors to be distorted, and it is vague to distinguish the characters' clothing and the furnishings in the hall mainly red and black.

The lightning penetrated through the gap, illuminating the rows of burly warriors standing by sword behind the curtain. The connected leather armor looked like a cylindrical skirt, hanging from the chest to the thigh.

The corner of the hall leaked, and it was carried by a copper basin, and it took only ten breaths to "dingdong".

The velvet blanket in the middle of the table was laid down under the jar on the six steps. A haggard middle-aged man in the jar knelt down on the table, impatiently pushed the wine-filled man away, filled his bowl, stretched out flat, and shouted at the bottom.

The pronunciation is heavy and difficult to pronounce.

I was vaguely shouting, "Eat wine".

When everyone heard this, they straightened their waists and picked up the bowl.

The military officers drank it all, and the armors were jingling. The civil servants had several long beards on the table, and they lifted their beards with one hand before drinking, which looked quite funny.

The middle-aged man on the altar was indifferent. He only took a sip and put down the bowl, clapped his high-high and said, "Dance is here."

However, there was no movement.

Everyone waited for a while, looked at each other, and horror gradually emerged in their eyes.

Bang...

The wooden junction broke and the door opened with a "bang".

The storm pours in, the curtains fly, and the oil lamps are mostly extinguished.

A beautiful woman in high dress walked in slowly, her hair was tall and her ringed bells.

I can't see my appearance or figure clearly.

It seems that an invisible force field exists around her, distorting the space and creating a lens effect. It also seems that she is in an extremely distant place, extremely ancient time. What is projected here is just a phantom.

There are no water stains and stains wherever you walk, while the dusty soil scatters and the velvet blanket is spotless.

The fierce general who had just bite the flesh with his hands, his eyes widened, dared not chew, and even more dared not spit it out.

The old man who was drinking the soup opened his mouth slightly, and the juice flowed down his beard.

Even the middle-aged man with his majestic dignity on the jar was trembling slightly with his wine bowl, not daring to drink or put it on.

The lightning flashed, illuminating the pale faces.

The strong wind rushes in, blocked by the debris in the hall, and makes waves of sobs.

The door closed automatically with a "bang" again, and the oil lamp shone brightly. The figures and columns were projected onto the walls, like a bizarre dark forest.

There was a dead silence.

Only the water droplets at the corner of the hall are not affected, Dingdong, Dingdong, Dingdong...

The woman walked to the center of the hall and stopped, looking down at the void, and said:

"You're here."
Chapter completed!