Chapter 414: Auction King, Auction Queen

After Su Mang’s small maneuver, the auction atmosphere in the venue grew even more intense.

Several big shots bid in rapid succession.

They quickly pushed the price to two million.

This caused a stir in the crowd; for many here, two million was by no means a small sum—even for top-tier actresses like Zhao Wei and rising stars like Chen Kun.

Their pay for a single film was only a few hundred thousand.

After taxes.

Moreover,

The corridor lights were dim, and through the latticed screen, the figure’s shadow was faint and blurred, indistinct. Yet, with just one glance, she knew it was him.

Qiu Tianhao truly adored this divine bird; it seemed to share a different bond with Murong Yan. If they could keep Murong Yan, perhaps they could gain more time to tame it—that would be ideal.

“What’s next? What do you plan to do?” Wang Kaiqi asked bluntly. On the path of love, Gu Yunmi had walked too painfully—she had compromised again and again, only to receive endless torment in return. She accepted it, because her heart was exhausted.

The hand she grabbed the old woman with was the same one that had been injured; because of the forceful yank just now, the wound—barely starting to heal—split open again. Sharp pain shot through her, and Su Ying couldn’t help but gasp.

After realizing this, I stared at Jiao Yang for a long while before suddenly understanding completely.

Gu Yunmi had been quietly eating, but upon hearing those words, she nearly exploded. She reached under the table, intending to pinch Li Mingchen’s thigh hard. At that moment, Li Mingchen gripped her hand—not tightly, but enough for her to know he was playing a role. Still, the anger in her heart refused to subside.

“I really don’t want to drag you into this. The Ouyang family is one of the Four Great Families…” Jiang Yi said cautiously.

“Alright, lean on me to sleep.” Ye Feibai said gently, pulling her outer robe tighter around her.

Although Nian Laoda’s trio had slightly higher cultivation than Qi Hao’s trio, the difference was minimal; once Qi Hao’s trio increased their speed by fifty percent, the effect was immediate.

He drove himself home without a driver, stopped at a bakery on the way, and bought some pastries for his family.

Zhiyan began her action. She closed her eyes and slowly rotated her right hand—from left to right, from south to north, as if moving from another dimension to this one, like a dream.

She drew over a dozen times. Though the items were all good, nothing else made Zhao Bei’s heart race.

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the police car led the way, clearing a path without obstruction. The group arrived before the old house.

Since Zhi Zun Bao’s Seven Injuries Fist had been cured by Lin Yang, no mishaps occurred. Zhi Zun Bao led the others to drive away the Spider Spirit, thoroughly triumphant.

Lan Maluo gripped Damu’s arm and dragged him toward the edge of camp. Damu cooperated fully, matching his steps. Neither spoke. Their thick-soled leather boots rose and fell, crunching the snow with a crisp “crack.”

“Dahei! Dahei!” The soldiers surrounded Sun Dahei in the center of the court, forming an impenetrable ring. David West could no longer control his emotions; tears poured out like a dam breaking.

At this moment, Ji Huanyu was manifesting that great Dao. He pondered inwardly: though he had previously absorbed the Dao principles from heavenly tribulations, he had never truly wielded them. Now, using them this way, he gained a profoundly different insight.

After receiving the young man’s pass, Chen immediately sprinted. By the time Jonathan reacted, Chen was already beneath the basket. He merely tossed the ball lightly—it slipped through the net with a pleasant swish.

Chixiao Red Carp suddenly tightened, its crimson light coalescing into the shape of a sword. As the Chen Shui Long Que and Feishuang Sword returned, the three immortal swords hovered above the three, spinning with the formation, connected by invisible threads.