Venerated Venomous Consort

"natural!"

The young man sighed with a sigh of relief: "Well, then it will be mine."

When the hammer that represented the deal was knocked down, the young son took out a silver ticket from his arms and sent a silver of silver to the silver ticket.

Everyone looked at him like a joke. He watched him steal the chicken and did not erode the rice. He spent 800,000 yuan and bought a grass worth 50,000 yuan...

The young boy held the crystal box with the magical grass in his palm and sighed, and then glanced and sighed.

Rong Chu sees his toothache expression feeling extraordinarily cool, deliberately said: "This man, since you have got the heart of this heart, why sigh?"

The young man looked up and looked at Rong Chu on the second floor. It seems that he still doesn't give up: "The Four Halls, do you really want this grass?"

Rong Chu is simply refreshed: "Don't!"

"No matter what today?"

"Yes, today, no matter what." Rong Chu answered simply.

"That - okay." The young boy finally gave up his heart, slowly opened the box, carefully licked it, and suddenly smiled: "A 3,000-year-old magical grass did not expect to buy in the next eight hundred thousand two silver, earn It!"

The words are both out, full of surprises!

The cup of tea that is in the hands of Rong Chu lost his hand: "What?!"

The magical grass is rare. The value of a ten-year-old grass is about 50,000, and this is also the kind that is commonly auctioned on the market.

As for the growth of three thousand years, that is the legendary existence! It can be said that the value is even city, not to say 800,000, even if eight million may not have to buy it!

The entire hall is boiling!

Rong Chu stayed for a moment, and suddenly a sneer: "Lie! The king does not believe! This world has three thousand years of the best magical grass?! This is clearly a decade of life!"

The young boy said leisurely: "Small did not ask the Highness to believe it." Slowly want to put the box with the herb into the sleeve...

"Little brother, slow! Can you let this saint look at it?" Tian Zongzong's fluttering floated down from the second floor and stood in front of the young son.

The name of the sect of the Virgin is not to be seen, and almost no one is blind. Even if the four halls of Rong Chu also respect her three points, there is some faintness. As for the vast majority of people who can talk to her a few words, it is already a great honor.

The saint's white fluttering stood there, with a pretty face and a smile. Although it was a negotiation tone, it was unacceptable, and she did not think that the boy would refuse.

The young man did not refuse, he directly bid: "Yes, 100,000!"

The white saint is a little embarrassed: "What?"

"100,000 gives you a look." The younger son said more clearly.

White saint: "..."

"Does the son of the son not recognize me? I am the **** of the sacred cherished cherished..." The sacred woman is simply signing up.

"200,000 two..." The young son's oil and salt did not enter, but began to increase the price.

The white lady is pretty red: "You..."

"Three hundred thousand two."

"You... how can you ask for such a price?!"

"400,000." The young son's voice is leisurely: "The saint, the little can ask for the price, but does not allow you to bargain. If you can't bear it, you can't look at it, you can never ask for it. Hey, you have less money and more expenses. Some words, now it is 800,000. You can say one more, that is 900,000. Is this your opinion or not?"