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Chapter 459: Escape From Half Moon Island

Eleven thousand!

Another record!

Still a woman's voice.

People wonder how she can raise over ten thousand black gold coins in five days?

It seems that no sound was heard there from beginning to end, is it just waiting for the last crystal ball?

In the other rooms, there are two chambers of commerce with over ten thousand black gold coins, but is it worth it to continue to compete? Although it may indeed be a baby, but I don't know why, I always feel unsteady in my heart.

"Well, I don't follow, whoever has the money, who will follow?" Hu Dahai shouted "Helplessly" deliberately under the command of Qin Ming.

In the room not far away, Guo Xiong received the secret signal and was uttered by Mengzhu. He deliberately behaved very coldly: "11,100, black gold coins."

Huh! Someone laughed. This was intentional, and it must have been intentional.

However, where are all these fierce men, tens of thousands of black gold coins are really in my arms?

The people in the other rooms are silent, we are not following, let's play with you.

The witch owner looked at the wall, and the petals were about to stop. Is it wrong?

"One thousand, one hundred and eleven black gold coins, once, twice ... Is anyone still offering a higher price?" The auction elder raised his hammer and waited for a price increase.

The witch master stood quietly for a while, the jade finger hooked slightly, and withdrew the petals.

"Is there anyone paying a higher price?" The elder of the auction asked finally.

The witch master finally glanced at the wall and said nothing.

Qin Ming stared at the wall, waiting intently.

In the other rooms, all the chambers of commerce gave up after the last hesitation.

"11,100 black gold coins, the third time! Deal!" The elder of the auctioneer raised his voice and dropped the hammer, announcing that the auction was officially over.

The master and elders of Haidoumen in the background were relieved. They didn't see any signs of the Witch Temple's shot. They should have come, or they weren't sure if it was an instrument.

The auction elder shouted loudly: "All the lots sold will be traded at the back. The first lot will be sold in groups of ten, the next twenty will be in groups, and one will be in a group. Black gold coins will be delivered in turn."

Qin Ming lowered his voice and solemnly reminded: "The Wanbao Chamber of Commerce must do its best to clarify this matter, let alone implicate me."

"I really don't need me to do something?" Hu Dahai was nervous, really afraid that Qin Ming had an accident.

"I can handle it."

The people at the venue left one after another, crowded and chaotic, and noisy. Those who took the lot went to the background to deliver coins and collect the baby.

An hour later, Qin Ming took the Lark and the Dominator and cut it into the darkness.

Guo Xiong took the instrument and left the auction.

"Keep an eye on them and see who they are." Hai Doumen arranged his disciples to follow Guo Xiong. Although they decided to abandon the spirit of the instrument, they were still unclear about what they could not sell.

However, 'Jingying' is not a vanity. They have long designed an evacuation route. They interspersed with crowds, walked on complicated mountain roads, constantly changed their positions, changed their clothes, and disappeared into the night. At half an hour, all the followers were thrown away.

Mengzhu turned into a lively street and turned over to Qiling children.

A group of children rushed into the crowd noisily, and then dispersed, rushing into different alleys.

A beggar-like man was already waiting in a certain alley, took the brocade box from a child, left the wall, jumped into a dry well in an idle courtyard, and disappeared.

This group of children and beggars have already bought through in advance, waiting for 'delivery' here.

As for what to send, they don't know who to send it to, nor do they know who to arrange for them.

They only know that they can make money and earn a lot of gold coins.

Guo Xiong, Meng Zhu, Sun Ming, and Zhang Lie all disappeared, hiding in different downtown areas on Banyue Island.

It's very confusing here. There are strange faces everywhere. Every day, nearly 100,000 people move. It's not difficult to hide. It ’s even easier for experienced ‘Jingying’ who ’s familiar with it and experienced.

Half an hour later, a piece of floor moved slowly in a woodland on the northern part of the island, and the beggar carefully revealed his head.

Huh!

A heavy palm hit the back of the beggar's neck. Before he could see the surroundings clearly, he fell into a coma.

"Offended." Qin Ming dropped a large number of gold coins, covered the wooden board, and evacuated with a golden box. He didn't dare to put the brocade box into the space to pull his fingers, so as to prevent it from merging with the trident of the desolate god, and there might be no accident at that time.

From leaving the auction to the transfer of the spirit to here, every step has been carefully planned, and the time is accurate.

however……

Not long after Qin Ming left, the beggar's clothes floated a petal, bright, blood red, and strange colors in the sealed pothole. After slowly floating, it opened the slate, floated to the sky, and burst into flame The red light illuminates the forest.

Kilometers away, Qin Ming suddenly stopped and looked back at the forest.

There seems to be a strong breath.

Look closely, as if red light flickers in the distance.

Come over? Qin Ming was startled, shouldn't.

The petals floated for a while, suddenly galloping, avoiding the chaotic woodland, and rushing towards Qin Ming.

Uncle, is it really the woman in the temple? Qin Ming ran wild, dodging left and right in the dense forest, and finally flew open the golden wings, disappearing in the forest like a streamer.

"Got you!"

The witch master sits on a high mountain deep in the island, perceiving more than a dozen petals scattered, and the rest stopped, only one of the petals suddenly accelerated, calling her.

"I'll see who you are."

It is possible to design a complicated retreat route in advance, and it is possible to know what is inside the crystal ball.

but……

As the main witch got up, a cough sounded behind him.

Appeared out of nowhere, even the witch owner did not notice someone approaching.

"Her Majesty, why have you come to Banyue Island to enjoy the night view?" An old man came out of the dim shadow with a cigarette bag, walked a few steps and coughed twice: "The salted fish has eaten too much, his throat is uncomfortable, forgive me."

"What's the matter with you?" The witch master was indifferent as usual, and stood up to the old man who was walking around. It was the old man who won the "Spirit Tower" at the auction. However, I don't know him, how could he recognize me?

The old man chuckled lightly: "Need help?"

"Farewell." The witch turned and walked towards the cliff, anxious for the tracker spirit.

"Wait a minute!" The old man called the witch master, slammed his finger gently, and a whispered voice came from the neckline. A gray sea snake slowly exposed its pointed head, vomiting the red snake letter, staring Lived in front of the witch master.

The witch's eyes were faintly concealed, and she felt a strong threat from behind. She slowly turned her head: "Who are you?"

"One that sells seafood."

"Humble, can a small business buy the Tower of Death?"

"The seafood business has been difficult to do these years. Occasionally doing sideline business."

"The main business sells seafood, and the side business kills and kills people?" The witch owner watched the old man, and his face covered by the red gauze changed slightly. She seemed to know who the person was. "I came to Banyue Island, why am I surprised you?"