Before the auction house, it was still crowded, but there was a dead silence in the air, and there was no previous boiling.

"I read it right! Isn't this the kid just now?" It wasn't until the door of the auction house was closed for some time, and someone in the crowd asked.

Then this sentence is like a star fire, and the atmosphere here is ignited.

"Old ghost, don't you say that the executor never asked the auction house? What is going on?" The Sifang face looked at it with a smile.

"You ask me, who do I ask?" The old ghost heard the words embarrassed.

The old ghost news is spiritual, and some of the grudges of the executor and the owner of the Vientiane Market still know some, so he will say this, but he did not expect that the executor actually entered the auction house in front of his own.

His face.

"What is the boy?" The old ghost frowned. Although others might not be aware of it, the abnormal behavior of the executor was careful. He has never seen who can let the executor serve him to serve him.

So comprehensive.

Although the two black armor guards outside the door were also confused, they knew that the executor had a reason to do it naturally. Of course, he did not dare to stop the offender.

Before the old ghost he heard someone chewing his tongue next to him, saying that when the green ghost king was not related to the owner of the Wanxiang market, he still laughed in his heart. At this moment, he couldn't help thinking, is this kid really really have the owner of the Vancis market.

Some kind of unknown relationship exists.

"Senior, why are there so many people here?" Just when everyone was whispering, a particularly loud voice came from outside the crowd.

This person's voice was not small, attracting the eyes of a group of people nearby to himself, and attracted all his feelings. Fortunately, these people just looked at him, and then turned around, no longer ignore him.

"This is what I said to you, the auction house of the Vientiane Market." These two are the brothers Zhuang and Gongdian. Brother Zhuang was shocked when he was swept away, but this palace came from

I was used to this kind of scene, and the complexion was as usual.

"Well? Master, why are you free to come here?" Just when the Gong Hall came and explained the brother Zhuang, there was a shock not far away.

The people who came from the Gongdian turned to look at it, and saw a bloated person who was talking to himself, and there were two figures behind this body. One of them was an old man in a flower, and the other was

The body is tall and thin, and the looks.

"Wind pocket?" The former recognized the former at a glance, because this guy is one of the speculators he knows! Although he despise these guys very much, this wind pocket is the registered official of the house after all

People with tea cup ghosts, they don't care about themselves, nodded slightly, and said hello.

However, he did not intend to take over the problem of wind pockets. When the latter came, he asked first: "Wind pocket, you know why this situation is like this?"

If it was placed before, the wind pocket will be very detailed in the situation in the Vientiane Market. However, because he has just returned from the wild village recently, he has dealt with a lot of leisure, but he has no time to take care of the news here.

"This ... I just got here." Wind pocket can only be told truthfully, "I just heard, what kind of baby seems to have appeared in this auction house!"

"Baby?" The person from the work hall raised his eyebrows, thinking that the bag was incomplete, "When has there been no treasure in this auction house?"

"Hehe, what you said is right..." Feng Pocket smiled awkwardly, "But I don't know exactly what kind of treasure it is. You will know when you go in later."

The man from the Gongdian usually doesn't get much salary, and even if he occasionally comes to the Vientiane Market, he has never had any thoughts about the auction house. But today he got a sudden windfall, and after hearing what Feng Pou said, he was also moved.

I was worried and wanted to join in the fun.

"Senior..." Brother Zhuang on the side hesitated to speak. He didn't dare to speak until the few people in front of him said goodbye to the people from the work hall.

"What's wrong?" The person from the work hall asked calmly.

"This guy...could he be the fat guy that person was talking about!" The so-called authorities are obsessed with the onlookers. Because the person from the Gongdian Palace knew the person, he didn't think of this. Instead, Brother Zhuang on the side noticed the abnormality.

"Huh?" The person from the work hall finally realized. He saw that Feng Pocket's description matched the description of the new ghost, so he hurriedly stopped Feng Pocket and said, "Feng Pocket, please stay!"

"What else can you do, sir?" Feng Qiu asked Xi Gui and Lao Xian to leave first, and then ran back with Xiao Pao.

"Let me ask you, among the people you brought this time, is there a boy from our Gongdian?" someone from the Gongdian asked directly.

Feng Pocket was slightly startled: "Sir, how do you know?"

"Just answer my questions!" The man from the work hall's eyes lit up and he asked: "Tell me, where is this kid now?"

As an outsider, Feng Pocket only knew that the people in the palace were harmonious and did not feel that the man in front of him would pose any threat to Wu Fan, so he had no intention of hiding anything.

It pointed at the door of the auction house, lowered its voice and said: "Return to your Excellency, that little brother has been taken to the auction house by the executioner!"

"Senior! Then let's go in quickly!" Brother Zhuang didn't want to miss this opportunity, so he urged in a low voice.

"Oh? Do you know each other?" Feng Pocket took a look at the guy who was talking. Even though he was dressed in a human-like manner, he couldn't hide the aura of a new ghost. Feng Pocket didn't expect that he would meet little brother Wu Fan.

"Of course...this guy is..."

Before Brother Zhuang could finish speaking, someone from the Gongdian Palace interrupted him: "It's okay, Feng Pocket, you go and do your work first..."

Seeing Feng Pocket leaving, Brother Zhuang was very unwilling: "Senior, since we know that kid is in the auction house, why don't we just go in and capture him?"

"Boy, this Feng Pocket is just perfunctory. You can't enter the auction house casually!" The person from the work hall sneered, "I didn't expect that this speculative guy was so kind that he would bring it for himself.

The 'guest' conceals his whereabouts!"

"Senior, what do you mean... this fat man is lying?" Brother Zhuang suddenly woke up, and then said worriedly: "Senior... let's leave here, I'm worried that the kid will take the opportunity to escape!"

"Don't worry, there is only one way out in Wanxiang, and he can't escape no matter what! Moreover, private fights are prohibited in Wanxiang Market. Even if we meet him, we can't take action. It will only make him prepare in advance!"

As he said that, he looked at the auction house with burning eyes, and he was even more excited in his heart! You must know that the opening of this auction house is a once-in-a-lifetime event. Since he encountered it today, he can forget about everything for the time being! If he can find some treasures,

, maybe my position will improve even further!

"Boy! This Wanxiang Market is not a place for fooling around. When you go in later, just watch the fun. Don't talk randomly like you just did!" someone from the Gongdian warned.

"I...I know." Brother Zhuang couldn't wait to leave, but since the senior had spoken, he couldn't disobey, so he could only hang his head and reluctantly agreed.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

I don't know how much time passed, but the bell in front of the auction house suddenly began to ring loudly. Under the expectant eyes of everyone, the door of the auction house finally opened slowly.

"Old ghost, the door is open!" Man Lian Xinmei, who was closing his eyes to repose, opened his eyes when he heard the ringing and spoke as a reminder.

"I know, I know..." the old ghost responded impatiently, then twisted his neck and entangled the people around him in the air, and shouted: "Don't forget to give the old ghost a seat! Let's go!"

, he threw a few people forward and threw them directly into the gate!

"Old immortal, Xi Gui, let's hurry up! I'm afraid we won't even be able to get through the auction house's threshold if we're late!" Feng Pocket perked up when he heard the bell, and started gearing up.

"Young man Wu Fan is so heartless. He doesn't want to make things easier for me even though he has a backer!" Although the old immortal was tall and strong, he was still squeezed to the point where he was swaying back and forth, as if he was floating on the tide.

among.

And just as he was mumbling, he saw several figures flying through the air and falling steadily into the gate!

"Eh? Is there such a way?" The old immortal's eyes lit up when he saw this. He stretched out his arm and grabbed the old ghost's neck and lifted him over: "Long-necked old man! Come and help!"

"Ouch!" The old ghost didn't expect that he would be grabbed by the neck. He felt that his eyes were black and he was about to faint. He shouted hurriedly: "What bastard, let me go quickly..." But when he saw clearly who was coming

One of the few people following the boy before lost most of his temper: "What a good man! What a good man! If you have anything to say, let the old ghost go!"

"Old ghost, right? Come and help! Send us in too!" The old immortal was so crowded that his eyes were filled with stars, and he said hurriedly.

The old ghost turned around to look, and then he was about to cry: "I'm talking about this good man, look at the three of you. One is tall and the other is fat and strong. Aren't you making things difficult for the old ghost?"

Feng Pocket looked unhappy when he heard what the old ghost said, and came over with a cold face: "What does it mean to be fat and strong? I'm just puffy!"

"Then... let me give it a try..." The old ghost didn't dare to offend the people in front of him. He stretched out his neck and entangled the fat man and the guy in colorful clothes! What surprised him was that what Feng Pocket said

It's true, its body is actually a bit lighter than that guy in colorful clothes.

Even so, after sending the two people through the gate, the old ghost had no extra strength and said with a sad face: "Hero! The old ghost really tried his best!"

The old fairy didn't say anything. It looked at the door, then looked at the old ghost, and then lifted the latter up.

The two black-armored soldiers who were supposed to maintain order may have been ordered by the executor, but they had no intention of dissuading them. They just stood aside with a cold look, which made the old ghost feel even more chilled. He cursed in his heart that there was no absolute fairness anywhere.

"Hero! You...what do you want to do?" Although he was unhappy in his heart, the old ghost didn't dare to show it on his face. He shrank his neck and asked.

"Help each other! Send you for a journey!"

Speaking, I saw the old immortal put the old ghost in one fell swoop, and slammed straight into the door ...
Chapter completed!