The huge bubble hangs quietly three feet above the ground. The seemingly thin bubble is filled with still dark blue water, and in this dark blue, a figure is like a statue, with his head hanging down. like a statue.
The seaweed-like long hair was floating freely in the water, the blue-purple fish tail was rippling in the water, the exposed skin was white and almost transparent, and the half-hanging face was deep and delicate.
Lingchu suppressed the urge to stand up subconsciously. The expression on his face seemed to freeze for a moment, and his usual gentle aura was almost unstable.
Shark, seven sounds.
That very mature and innocent Shark, that... the Shark who saved him.
Shock and impulse were just natural reactions in an instant. As a monk in the golden elixir realm, Lingchu suppressed all emotions easily, and thoughts were flying in his heart.
The two sharks, Qiyin and Ayao...the two sharks have always been inseparable. Qiyin is here, but what about the mature and simple shark Ayao?
Also, this was at an auction, and there were a lot of golden elixirs and Nascent Souls among the people present. What should I do?
Fighting for wealth? Can't fight.
use force? Can't beat it.
Lingchu is very self-aware and knows how to act within his capabilities.
"Is this a shark?"
Sui'an Building suddenly became lively because of the appearance of Qi Yin, the shark.
"There is a shark in the world, who lives in water like a fish, with a fish tail and a human body. He is good at weaving dragon yarn. He is not invaded by water and does not melt when exposed to fire. His tears turn into beads. His face is like an immortal. He forgets the world when he sees it. His voice is like a song. When he hears it, To confuse the gods, its bones are like jade, impervious to cold and heat, its fat is like refinement, it can burn for ten thousand years, its flesh is like sesame, it can last for a hundred years."
Bo Shiyu circled around the huge bubble water ball, his fingers jumping on the water ball as if playing a piano, with a hint of confusion and emotion in his voice.
The shark clan has disappeared for a long time in the boundless sea. The lifespan of the shark clan is very long. The lifespan of an ordinary shark clan is several times that of a mortal.
Not only the lifespan, but also the appearance and singing voice of the Shark race are like treasures given by God. The tears become pearls and the fabric becomes treasure yarn.
As a result, the Sharks were not only coveted by mortals, but also coveted by monks.
When the legend came out that the so-called mermaid ointment can burn for thousands of years, mermaid meat is comparable to Ganoderma lucidum, and mermaid bones can protect against cold and heat, it attracted people to pursue it.
This is also the reason why the number of members of the Shark Clan gradually became sparse, and also the reason why the Shark Clan lived in hiding from the world.
Misfortune lies on which blessing lies. Fortune lies on misfortune.
The Sharman race seems to be a race that is favored by heaven, but it has received the greatest malice in the world. Every drink, every peck, every positive and negative, who can say it well? This seemingly endless love, could it be the arsenic? Highly toxic.
Lingchu looked at Qiyin, who bowed his head silently in the water ball. His eyes seemed calm, but contained compassion.
Bo Shigure tapped the water ball with his finger, and the dark blue water that was originally motionless began to stir. His long dark green seaweed-like hair moved with the water. The shark who had been lowering his head seemed to wake up from a deep sleep and slowly opened his eyes. Opened a pair of blue and clean eyes.
Qiyin slowly woke up from a period of groggy darkness, and when he opened his eyes, he saw countless pairs of greedy and critical eyes, wrapped around him like threads.
A biting chill climbed up Qiyin's back, and subconscious vigilance and vigilance filled his whole body. The blue-purple scales stood up imperceptibly, the fish tail stretched straight, and the seaweed-like long hair was wrapped like a snake. With seven tones.
His blue eyes glared at all the eyes around him with anger, and his hands were tightly clenched into fists at his sides.
Lingchu looked at Qiyin's still blue eyes, and saw that the former innocence and curiosity in those eyes were all wrapped up in wariness and indifference. For a moment, he felt a little inexplicable sadness.
In the eyes of other monks, Qiyin's appearance seemed to please them, and a burst of neither high nor low laughter sounded quietly.
Lingchu looked downstairs with his eyes as sharp as a knife.
Some monks with keen senses subconsciously felt a chill running down their spines. They turned their heads to look upstairs warily, but they only saw one window after another, and no one could be seen.
The auction was not delayed at all because of Lingchu's discomfort or Qiyin's lack of cooperation. The sounds of selling rose and fell one after another upstairs and downstairs, but they never stopped.
Lingchu remained silent. He turned his head and glanced at Master Jingxin and Master Jingyan, his eyes slowly and firmly.
On the high platform, Qiyin already understood what situation he was in. His alert posture never relaxed, and his stubborn expression did not relax at all. But Lingchu, from his blue eyes, could see that Deep panic and fear.
It can be seen that Lingchu is not the only one.
"It's very boring, the Bo family..." In the private room on the third floor, a woman in a blue skirt as clear as water frowned and looked down as if she was disgusted.
There was also a man in the room, holding an ancient fan in his hand, with a gentle demeanor. When he heard this, his eyebrows were as heavy as a mountain, his phoenix eyes were calm, and he smiled softly, "Saint Wuge has a compassionate heart."
The woman in the blue dress raised her eyebrows and turned her eyes to look at the woman in white on the other side.
The woman in white clothes and plain skirt had bright eyebrows and a cold expression. She seemed not to hear the words of the woman in blue skirt, nor to see her eyes. She suddenly said lightly, "A thousand spiritual stones."
The voice was calm and the tone was natural, as if it was not her who just spoke.
But the woman in the blue dress stumbled, and the pastry she just picked up instantly shattered into powder.
A thousand spiritual stones not only suppressed the woman in blue skirt, but also suppressed all the monks in Sui'an Tower. The monks scattered on the first floor could only look up, but the monks on the second and third floors felt like a shark. That's all, it's not worth spending so much money on.
In an instant, the number of high-grade spiritual stones doubled from five hundred, and all the monks fell silent.
"You...where did you get so many spirit stones!" Saint Wuge stared at the woman in white suspiciously. Could it be that she secretly asked her master to get the spirit stones without her knowledge? stone? !
Saint Wuge would never believe that the master would be partial.
When the woman in white heard this, her eyebrows did not move, but her lips parted slightly, "I don't have money, but you do."
What he said was extremely reasonable and reasonable. Saint Wuge was stunned when she heard it, and then nodded, "Of course, do you think I am you? The most important thing for this Saint is spiritual stones!"
After saying that, Saint Wu Ge was stunned again and said angrily, "No, I am rich because I am rich, what does it have to do with you?"
Why do you spend my spiritual stones?
"You and I are both from Penglai," the woman in white said calmly and calmly, "We are still the same master."
If you want to be embarrassed, be embarrassed together.
Saint Wu Ge was furious, her snow-white face turned red, she stood up angrily, and then sat down angrily, "You can borrow money, but you have to pay it back!"
The woman in white glanced at Saint Wuge in surprise, "When did I say I wouldn't pay back the money?"
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