Chapter 388 The Critical Moment Is Very Reliable

"Where did I provoke him?"

Feng Qianwei gave Yun Liangze a puzzled look, not knowing what he was humming and chirping.

She ignored him, but looked at the big screen, keeping an eye on the rise of the auction price.

"You, it's almost over, you can see that no one has such a unique vision as you."

Bei Chenxi saw that Sheng Wuyou was also staring at the big screen, and said with a smile.

"Isn't this over yet? Don't panic."

Sheng Wuyou said calmly, his tone was Gujing Wubo.

"This piano is a good one, but unfortunately I don't play it, otherwise I would have bought it."

Feng Qianwei saw that the price of the qin was still more than 30 million yuan, which was completely incomparable with the 500 million yuan here.

Her money is to be spent on the edge of the knife, and naturally it cannot be wasted.

She already has a phoenix and a white moon flute. No other weapon in this world can match this holy weapon.

"You, why don't you buy it yourself?"

Yun Liangze said gloatingly, fortunately he was not fooled into buying the bet over there.

"Don't bully honest people, how could a poor monk cheat?"

Sheng Wuyou said solemnly.

"That's a nice saying, isn't it thanks to buying more? When I don't know! You don't know how sophisticated you are."

Yun Liangze saw through his mind, and if he buys this piano now, unless it exceeds 500 million, his bet will be worthless.

"I feel sorry for you for three seconds."

Bei Chenxi opened her mouth and said, the corner of her lips curved into a smile, but it was slightly raised.

"Look, someone took that piano."

Feng Qianwei saw that the number on the screen jumped, and it became 50 million, but it stopped moving after that.

"The time is up, this time, this flute won, and this young master won it."

Nangong Ziyan announced the results of the second game. Seeing that the dust had settled, the Buddha Flute won the victory with an absolute advantage.

However, Rong Shu, the peerless master who got this thing, can be said to be unhappy.

Originally, he didn't need to spend such a big price, but now he paid so much more to get this flute, and he was naturally unhappy.

"Master, you've got the demon flute, what are you worried about?"

Seeing that the master was unhappy, Gu Daxiao hurriedly coaxed.

Only then did Rong Shu calm down, dressed in white clothes like floating clouds, leaning lightly beside the Xuan window, giving people a feeling of being exiled away from the mundane world.

He took the Buddha's monster flute, placed it in his hand, and took out his own flute, and a burst of purple light flowed out of his flute, wrapping the Buddha's monster flute.

After a while, the two flutes merged into one, and they didn't look the same as before, but there was a looming demonic aura.

"I won this game, haha! I'm so happy!"

Gu Daxiao said happily, while Rong Shu, who lost miserably, and Sheng Wuyou in the other room, were full of melancholy like a river of spring water.

"These people are so blind, I'm so disappointed."

Sheng Wuyou said sadly.

"Very good! Very good!"

Yun Liangze felt very relieved when he saw Sheng Wuyou's expression.

"Miss Feng, the poor monk sees your face, the red luan and the peach blossoms match each other, and the fate of marriage is indescribably precious. There are many good matches to choose from. In the future, you must keep your eyes open and choose well."

Sheng Wuyou said to Feng Qianwei, this sudden fortune-telling really caught her off guard, with a confused look on her face, not knowing what it meant.

"Hey, don't bring this, the sister-in-law is my brother's. You, who do you want to fool her into? I'm the first one not allowed!"

Bei Chenxi immediately froze. In the face of such a big right and wrong, she firmly stood by her own brother.

"Sure enough, at the critical moment, it is still my sister who is reliable."

Yun Liangze was very moved and felt that this is what a real sister should look like.

"Even if my brother is unreliable, sister-in-law, you still have me! Don't worry, marry into our house and don't care about my brother's idiot."

Bei Chenxi held Feng Qianwei's hand, and her tone was extraordinarily sincere.

"North! Chen! Xi!"

Yun Liangze gritted his teeth.