Monitor, you have grown up...
Pei Yin had mixed feelings as he stared at the radiant Lei Xuanran.
There is no doubt that Lei Xuanran, who is ranked third on the Dharma Ranking, has become very important.
The weight is too heavy, definitely more than a D cup.
So much so that there was a violent commotion among the Ba Yuanshen who was running around in the Fat Man's Court.
"She must not recognize me."
This thought suddenly occurred to Fatty, and he felt endless self-mockery in his heart.
Let alone outsiders, sometimes when he looks in the mirror, he doesn't even recognize himself.
He underestimated the five-star spiritual roots, underestimated the power of the gods, and even underestimated the magical powers of his female deskmate.
It is clearly written on the magic list that Lei Xuanran has a magical power: the Thunder Eye.
This magical power is a kind of Dharma eye.
Dharma Eye is a relatively common magical power in the world of cultivation.
This kind of magical power is subdivided into several schools. Some people's magic eyes can identify ghosts, some people's magic eyes can identify treasures, and some people's magic eyes can see through.
Common people often say "it is impossible to penetrate the Dharma Eyes", which refers to the monks' Dharma Eyes.
Xiuzhen Bai Xiaosheng, the compiler of the Dharma List, describes the Thunder Eye as follows: The Thunder Eye guards the heart, sees through appearances, and deters evil spirits.
Lei Xuanran's vaguely electric eyes glanced at everyone, as if he had seen through everything.
She ignored a few acquaintances who stood up to say hello to her, and her big, smart eyes fell on the fat man.
She only glanced at the other people once, except for the fat man three times.
Then, with everyone's astonished eyes on her, she walked up to the side and opened her mouth like an oriole leaving the valley: "Pei Yin, is it you?"
Pei Yin was surprised: "Squad leader, I didn't expect you to know me."
This time it was true, he really didn't expect it.
When he was hanging out at Dongmen Station, he met an old classmate by chance. The buddy passed him by and didn't recognize that the fat man in front of him was the school hunk back then.
Lei Xuanran sat next to Pei Yin as if no one else was around, and said angrily: "You are too much. You just disappeared when you said you would. You have been offline for ten years."
The fat man smiled and said: "If you want to disappear, you should disappear first."
Lei Xuanran became even more angry when he heard this: "I transferred to another school, and I still have contact with my old classmates. I even sent you a QQ message. But what's the matter, you just quit the group and no one can contact you. .”
The fat man was silent.
When he was in the second grade of middle school, he once believed that he had committed an evil act and killed everyone close to him.
So he quit the group, changed his phone number and repair number, and even his childhood friend couldn't contact him.
Later he left his hometown and never returned.
In fact, it only takes 90 minutes to take the high-speed rail from the provincial capital to his hometown, and only two hours to drive on the expressway, but he still doesn't have the courage to go back and take a look.
For others, the hometown where he was born and raised is too heavy and sad for him.
He was not sure what he would do when he returned to his hometown. Just like when he went to see the house in Xiuxian Villa, the fat man turned black on the spot when he heard Lao Li say the words "Nine Lives Demon King".
That's not the real him.
In that state, he was afraid of himself.
Fatty didn't know whether he had "stress-induced traumatic sequelae" or not. The only thing he was sure about was that when it came to the murder case back then, he would suddenly become a crazy critic.
Seeing that he lowered his head and said nothing, Lei Xuanran seemed to have noticed something, and softened his tone: "Let's add Xiuxiu first. You are not allowed to disappear this time."
The fat man came to his senses and scanned the code to add friends.
There were a lot of questions in his mind. Now that his uncle didn't care about his grandma, why did his female deskmate still give him such face?
The answer was soon revealed. Lei Xuanran noticed that a few uncles in the front row were eavesdropping. She simply stopped talking and picked up her cell phone to type and chat: "That year I went back to my hometown to visit my grandparents and heard about your family. Things. I won’t mention the past. If you need help in the future, just let me know."
The fat man also typed: "You know who my enemy is. I'm afraid the monks on the Dharma List won't be able to withstand it."
Upon encountering such a genuine reply, Lei Xuanran posted a proud emoji: "I recently worshiped a master, Master Zhang Tian of Longhu Mountain, and I learned the authentic Five Thunder Methods."
The fat man lost his principles on the spot: "Monitor, let's be friends again."
"..."
Lei Xuanran didn't reply and turned his head to give the fat man a white look.
The school sweetheart in her memory had changed, becoming snobbish and real.
At this time, a person walked onto the stage, and the noisy venue became quiet.
The visitor was in his forties, in his prime, and his name was Ye Guangzong, the general manager of Xinyue Hotel in Chengdu.
"Good afternoon, distinguished guests."
"Ye is honored to host this auction. Please forgive me for any shortcomings."
Ye Guangzong said a few words and got to the point: "You must be impatient to wait. Let's get straight to the point, starting with Lot No. 1."
As he spoke, he opened a long box and displayed the seventh-grade Ye Laoshan ginseng inside.
The surface of the psychic old wild ginseng is covered with a layer of strange energy, which looks like a good thing at first glance.
"The seventh-grade psychic leaf has been identified by experts and contains 30,000 points of mana. The lowest auction price is two million."
"You don't need to bid. Every time you raise a placard, it will be regarded as an increase of 100,000 yuan."
"Now I announce that the auction has begun!"
The auction started and the people holding placards were very enthusiastic.
"Two million eight hundred thousand!"
"Two million and nine hundred thousand!"
"three million!"
Every time someone raised a placard, Ye Guangzong helped with the quotation. This work was very tiring.
After three million, the number of guests holding placards gradually decreased.
But the fat man never put down his hand holding the sign.
Look at that posture, I can't wait to smash out all the 500 million in the card.
When it comes to revenge consumption, 100 million lonely men have never been afraid of anyone.
"four million!"
"First time in four million!"
"Four million for the second time!"
"Four million for the third time, deal done!"
With Ye Guangzong's final decision, Fatty got the first kill of this auction.
No one present felt that it was too strange. The seventh-grade Ye Laoshan ginseng was just an appetizer, and the main event was yet to come.
The auction continued. Fatty was not very interested in the following items and did not participate in the bidding.
It wasn't until the seventh auction item appeared that Fatty became very interested.
I saw Ye Guangzong took out a piece of talisman paper and said loudly: "This is the secret talisman made by Master Ziyang of Qingcheng Mountain, called the Divine Walking Talisman. Using magic power to activate this talisman, within one minute, the monk's speed is greatly increased. It can be said that As fast as the wind and as fast as lightning, it is an excellent talisman for signing up for escape.”
"One thing I need to remind everyone is that magic talismans are disposable items."
"The magic talisman, the starting price is three million, the auction begins."
This time, everyone was very active and rushed to raise their signs.
The reason is simple: real people are taught by talismans.
The so-called talisman grant can be understood as the authorization to make talismans.
This kind of authorization is also called being ordered by heaven.
Only the legendary real person can understand the secret of heaven and obtain the talisman.
For those who have not received the talisman teaching, even if their paintings are exactly the same, they are still useless paper.
The difference is equivalent to real banknotes and counterfeit banknotes.
Another important point is that real people who have been taught talismans may not necessarily like to draw talismans.
Among the three masters of Shu Mountain, only Master Ziyang of Qingcheng Mountain is keen on the way of runes, while the other two masters have other hobbies.
In this way, rare things are more valuable.
For example, the magic talisman in front of me, even though I knew it was a disposable item and would be gone after use, the starting price was still as high as three million.
The bidding was very fierce and gradually exceeded the five million mark.
When the threshold of five million is reached, many people give up.
The magical talisman has no lethality and will break after use. It is not acceptable to everyone if it exceeds five million.
Only the fat man was still holding up his cards. For him, anything that could help him deal with monsters or save his life could not be missed.
To sum it up, it is a core idea: the journey of hunting monsters is difficult, and we, a hundred million people, are alone.
"Six million!"
"First time in six million!"
"Six million times for the second time!"
"Six million three times, deal!"
When Ye Guangzong made the final decision again, many people turned back to look at the last row.
The person who took the picture of the magic talisman was the fat man who was stupid and rich.
Including the old wild ginseng he had taken before, Fatty had already spent ten million.
Such a high return rate made Lei Xuanran, who was next to the fat man, unable to sit still. He muttered in a low voice: "Old classmate, I really can't tell, you are so rich."
