Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Murong Fu hugged her into his arms and said in a doting tone: It's hard to buy with a lot of money, but I, Miao Yi, have a beautiful smile.

What's wrong with spending a small amount of money on my own woman?

Don't worry, you just sit here and watch your husband spend a lot of money!

Zhuge Qingyun was so shocked by these words that he stared at the two of them in shock.

Uuuuuuuuuah, you're abusing the dog!

I'm a single guy and I don't deserve to play with you two!

He pretended to be in pain and covered his heart, looking like he was seriously injured.

Behind him, Fang Zisheng's voice came silently: And I...

When Miao Yi Nu Bodhisattva heard the banter between the two, her face was a little shy, and her face turned red, which was really pretty.

Murong Fu looked at the two of them with cool eyes, with a hint of warning: If you don't want to stay, just get out.

The atmosphere in the private room was harmonious, but there was a storm outside.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the private room on the third floor, trying to find the source of the sound.

And He Bing on the stage was experienced and had already locked the private room the moment Murong Fu's voice rang out.

Her eyes were full of surprise, and then she said: The distinguished guest in box No. 5 on the third floor has bid five million. Is there anyone who wants to add more?

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Box No. 5, trying to see clearly the people behind it through the layer of gauze.

Zhuge Qingyun couldn't help but feel a chill and shuddered: I said, why are their eyes so scary?

I feel so cold all over my body.

Me too!

On the other side, Mrs. Zhang, who was in the private room on the second floor, had a bit of disbelief on her face. She looked at the guard beside her and asked, Did he just ask for five million?

The guard also responded very considerately: Madam, that's right!

How is this possible?

I will never allow anyone who has more money than our Zhang family to increase my price!

My wife, I'm going to use the spirit stone to crush him to death!

Mrs. Zhang slapped the table and waved her hand, indicating to her men to continue bidding.

The maid near the window continued to hold up the sign: Five million and one million!

For a moment, everyone's eyes turned from Murong Fu's private room to the private room again: I'll go! As expected of the Zhang family, they are really wealthy!

It can't be compared. Chunchun can't compare!

The gap between people is too big. I have never seen so many spiritual stones in my life!

...

Mrs. Zhang listened to everyone's comments and envy, and a smile slowly appeared on her lips.

Her Zhang family is rich and powerful, and she can't get anything she likes.

It’s only five million, so sprinkle it on!

But before she could be proud, Murong Fu's cold voice once again shocked the audience: Six million!

Suddenly, the entire [Qizhen Pavilion] was silent, and everyone was stunned for a long time.

Some couldn't believe their ears: I didn't hear any hallucinations, did I?

Is it really six million?

I'm a good boy, is this person in private room No. 5 getting into trouble with Mrs. Zhang?

At the same time, Mrs. Zhang looked a little ugly and clutched the big white jade bead in her hand.

The person holding a sign by the window cautiously asked: Madam, are we still following?

Follow! Why don't you follow!

No matter how much he offers, we will follow him!

I don't believe it. There is someone richer than me, Zhang Xiaoling.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sign was raised again: Six million and one million!

Seven million!

Seven million one hundred thousand!

Eight million!

...

The price war between the two parties has begun. No one wants to give up, and they are all determined to get the Buddhist beads on the stage.

However, this kind of bidding was enough to open the eyes of everyone present.

Even He Bing, who had always been calm and composed, could not help but change his expression and almost lost control of his emotions.

She has been in [Qizhen Pavilion] for so many years and has hosted hundreds of auctions, large and small.

But I have never seen anyone bidding like this.

It seems that spiritual stones are just numbers in their eyes, and they throw them out in large quantities at a casual mention.

She raised her hand and said loudly: Mrs. Zhang, bid 9.1 million!

Then, he set his sights on the private room on the third floor.

The eyes of the rest of the people present were filled with anticipation. They also wanted to see if Murong Fu would continue to increase the price.

In the private room at this time, Miaoyi Nu Bodhisattva looked shocked and pressed down Murong Fu's bidding sign, with a bit of resistance on her face.

Better say goodbye!

It's just a Buddhist bead, not worth so many spiritual stones.

This family is famous for being rich. If we try to get into trouble with her...

Murong Fu smiled evilly and put his finger on her lips, his voice was a bit gentle and watery.

Shh! I don't want you to feel it, I want me to feel it.

My woman, I won't allow you to envy other people's women.

Don't worry, your husband is much richer than the Zhang family!

As soon as he finished speaking, Murong Fu didn't hesitate at all and continued to bid: Ten million!

Sure enough, everyone's expressions were as if they were not surprised. They had changed from being shocked at the beginning to being calm now.

It seems that it is the most common thing to ask for any sky-high price from their two private rooms.

Madam, it's already 10 million, are we still following?

Mrs. Zhang's face was livid at the moment, and she was irritated all over. The white jade and blue and white beads were pinched back and forth in her hands.

But for a seemingly ordinary Buddhist bead, someone actually asked for a price of 10 million.

The [Herring Thunder Short Blade] she just took was only five million.

This Buddhist bead is so virtuous and capable, it is actually twice as expensive as this short blade.

Mrs. Zhang gritted her teeth. Ten million was a drop in the bucket to her, but if she really took a picture of this useless Buddhist bead, it would still be enough to cause her a lot of pain.

She slowly exhaled a breath, with a bit of determination in her eyes: Add it!

She would never allow the Zhang family's status to be shaken in the slightest.

The subordinates received the order and continued bidding.

One thousand and one million!

Eleven million!

One hundred and one million!

Twelve million!.

...

The price soared and soon exceeded 15 million.

Seeing that the price was still rising, Mrs. Zhang couldn't sit still.

She called her men: Go and find out who is in the private room on the third floor.

However, she still found nothing.

[Qizhen Pavilion] has done a good job of keeping everyone confidential.

No matter how they coerced and lured them, they didn't get any information about Murong Fu.

Of course, the Zhang family was not the only ones who were curious about Murong Fu's identity.

Everyone present had their eyes gleaming, wanting to see Murong Fu's true appearance.

I want to see who this spendthrift person is.