"Five million!" A lazy child's voice was like throwing a stone into the water, making those people unable to move as if they were hit by a missile, and their whole bodies were shocked by Bai Jia's price. [26nbsp;]

But soon, they discovered something was wrong. A six or seven-year-old kid actually threw out five million chips? Was his head smashed or did he really have that ability?

No matter what, since those who can speak out must have that ability, you must know that this 'Jiangbaolou' is not someone to be trifled with.

At this moment, there seemed to be a little life in the elf's desperate eyes. Perhaps even the elf didn't know why, but he had the urge to get close to him.

Of course, the elf at this moment has not forgotten that she is still in danger. Although she cannot understand human language, the shocked expressions of people she can see are entirely because of the six or seven-year-old doll.

The elf was right, it was just a doll. You must know that the lifespan of an elf is several thousand years. Compared with humans, the existence of several decades is like running water.

Soon, laughter erupted in the auction room, including the oily auctioneer who couldn't help but laugh once or twice.

In his opinion, although this child may be from a famous family, it can be seen from the clothes that it is expensive. If he offends him, he will be in trouble for himself.

Although his ideas are correct, some people's ideas make Bai Jia want to open his brain to see if it is a pig brain. If I don't mess with you, will you just think that I am a soft persimmon? Then I will let you know.

, how to write death!!

They saw Bai Jia's expression, but they naively thought that he was just a stupid kid. What should they be shocked about?

"Boy, you said you used five million gold coins to take a picture of this elf. So, did you use an amethyst card or a gold ticket?" A person stared at Bai Jia maliciously. He thought that Bai Jia, a stupid kid, would take a picture with him.

So much money?

But he didn't know that Bai Jia was determined to become a prodigal. Five million? What is it? If possible, Bai Jia could buy a city if he wanted.

But Bai Jia doesn't want to do that. He doesn't want to tie himself to a fixed place. He hasn't traveled around the world yet, how can he fix himself to one place? Besides, the harem hasn't been found yet, but the premise is

:strength.

"Do you think I don't?" Bai Jia stared at the man with malicious intentions equally arrogantly. In Bai Jia's view, such a small character did not need to do anything himself.

There is a saying: Money can make ghosts grind. Isn't that the truth?

"Hmph, you are just an aristocratic young master. How capable can you be?" That person felt that even an aristocratic young master was just an incompetent weakling. Against him, he could do it with just one finger.

Can crush him to death.

Little did he know that it wasn't him who pinched him to death, but Bai Jia didn't bother to do it.

"Do you know how the word "death" is written?" Bai Jia smiled strangely. Suddenly, there were gold tickets with five hundred gold printed on them in his hand, and then said: "If anyone punches him,

, then these five hundred gold tickets are yours."

As a result, there is no need to think about how those who join in the fun will give up the fun. Even better, is the temptation of Bai Jia's golden ticket.

It’s a lot. Five hundred gold tickets is an astronomical figure for ordinary people. One gold coin can feed a family for a month. So, five hundred gold tickets is equivalent to five hundred gold coins. Who would be so stupid?

Go for it?

Besides, as long as you don't die, there's no problem.
Chapter completed!