Chapter 1205 Competition for Ankeyue

Chen Mo was unwilling to take the slave away for free, so Su Bei stopped insisting and waved his hand to the auctioneer to accept the 200,000 low-grade spiritual stones. Immediately, Chen Mo led Jellyfish off the stage under Mr. Li's fierce gaze.

Jellyfish's will was wiped out, and Chen Mo dragged her back to Sister Hong. Sister Hong stared at the jellyfish with burning eyes, a forced smile on her face, then looked at Chen Mo and grinned: "Sir, you are really rich, you are willing to spend ten Sixty thousand low-grade spiritual stones are used to bid for a slave. If someone is willing to use one hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones on me, I will laugh to death in my dreams."

"Sister Hong, what are you talking about?"

Chen Mo didn't see the sadness under Sister Hong's smile. He smacked his lips and said with a smile: "A slave is also a life. I, Chen Mo, admit that I am not a good person, but as long as I am capable, I will help when there is injustice."

"Even if you still have a conscience, if I become a slave you can spend more than 100,000 low-grade spiritual stones to save me from the sea of ​​misery, then I will die without regrets." After Sister Hong finished speaking, she looked at Chen Mo and smiled frankly.

Chen Mo hesitated for a moment and nodded solemnly.

This move made Sister Hong feel warm in her heart.

"Everyone, there are still a few slaves. It doesn't matter if I didn't take the photo. The next slaves are no less beautiful than the slaves we sold just now, and the price will be much cheaper."

The auctioneer shouted loudly, and after finishing speaking, he did not forget to look at Chen Mo. If it were not for Chen Mo, perhaps the two slaves would not have sold 200,000 low-grade spiritual stones.

The rest of the people also looked at Chen Mo. Afterwards, they realized that Chen Mo had already purchased two slaves. If the other slaves were competing, wouldn't everyone leave empty-handed?

Facing everyone's gaze, Chen Mo looked calm. Even if the other slaves were not as expensive as the jellyfish, Chen Mo would save them if he had enough low-grade spiritual stones.

"Okay." The auctioneer said calmly: "This slave is auctioned now. It is a top choice in terms of appearance. If you don't believe me, you can take a look and buy it to ensure that you will not suffer any loss."

The staff escorted a woman onto the ring.

The woman is wearing a green mint dress that wraps up her slender waist that cannot be easily grasped. She has a weak figure and a beautiful little face that is white and flawless. It is as if it is a masterpiece given by God. A little more will make you look fatter, and a little less will make you look slimmer. Thin, with long waterfall hair flowing down her back, adding a bit of classical beauty and a fresh and elegant temperament.

At this moment, the woman was the focus of everyone's attention, and all the eyes were mixed with greed and surprise on her. If it weren't for the crowd, I'm afraid the woman would be robbed by everyone.

Even so, many people are already lustful and can't help but wait for food.

"Why does such a beauty appear here? It's such a waste of nature!"

"No, no matter what the cost, I must photograph her."

"Hey, you forgot there is a guy here who is very rich."

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Many people have vowed to photograph the current slave even if they lose their money.

But when someone thinks of Chen Mo, they suddenly feel weak. Chen Mo just bought two slaves and spent 200,000 low-grade spiritual stones. Chen Mo, the slave in front of him, cannot stop.

Therefore, the biggest competitor is Chen Mo.

"An Keyue, aren't they the same person?"

Chen Mo's brain was obviously unable to withstand thinking, and he stared at the slave who came out now. His appearance and clothing were almost the same as An Keyue's, and even his height was extremely similar. Only his eyes had lost their brilliance and spirituality.

After a moment of silence, Chen Mo suddenly realized, "It is impossible for me to meet the same person in the world, so from this point of view, she is An Keyue."

After thinking about it, Chen Mo has decided to take pictures of An Keyue no matter what the cost.

The auctioneer looked at the greedy eyes of the audience, smiled with satisfaction and said: "Everyone, the starting price is now ten thousand low-grade spiritual stones, and each increase in price must not be less than one thousand low-grade spiritual stones."

"I'll offer you 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones!"

"Eleven thousand low-grade spiritual stones."

"Twelve thousand low-grade spiritual stones!"

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As everyone bid, An Keyue's worth skyrocketed, and soon reached 20,000 low-grade spiritual stones. However, there were still people bidding wildly, and it reached 30,000 low-grade spiritual stones.

Thirty thousand low-grade spiritual stones made many people restrain their voices.

After all, the person present was not Chen Mo, and he had hundreds of thousands of low-grade spiritual stones at his fingertips.

Moreover, the reason why Chen Mo has so many spiritual stones is not because of the workshops and dragon veins in Luofeng Town. As long as these remain standing, Chen Mo will have an inexhaustible supply of spiritual stones.

"It's finally my turn to take action." Liang Kaiyang smiled proudly. He glanced at Chen Mo lightly, then looked at the auctioneer, and said loudly: "I will offer 40,000 low-grade spiritual stones."

After Liang Kaiyang finished speaking, he couldn't remain calm, because he knew that as soon as Chen Mo opened his mouth, An Keyue would miss him, and the others might not compete with Liang Kaiyang for An Keyue's sake.

Chen Mo's eyes flickered, and then he said: "Fifty thousand low-grade spiritual stones."

"This guy really took action." Liang Kaiyang was dejected. He competed with Chen Mo for five. He was undoubtedly asking for humiliation. His 40,000 low-grade spiritual stones were already the limit.

When the others saw Chen Mo's bid, they subconsciously stopped talking. Who can compete with Chen Mo for spirit stones now? After all, Chen Mo spends money like water.

"Hmph... Just now you made me embarrassed, now I want to see how many spiritual stones you will spend to buy this woman."

Mr. Li was secretly angry. He held a grudge against Chen Mo for cheating on An Keyue. Now Chen Mo was bidding for An Keyue. To vent his anger, Mr. Li immediately shouted hoarsely: "I'm offering 60,000 low-grade spiritual stones to bid for this woman. "

When everyone heard this, they all sat on the mountain and watched the fight between tigers and tigers, waiting for Chen Mo and Mr. Li to fight to the death.

After hearing what Mr. Li said, Chen Mo calmly shouted: "Seventy thousand low-grade spiritual stones."

"Eighty thousand low-grade spiritual stones!"

"Ninety thousand low-grade spiritual stones!"

"One hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones!"

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Chen Mo and Mr. Li spoke frantically one after another. Every increase in price would not be less than 10,000 low-grade spiritual stones.

An Keyue's net worth skyrocketed and soon reached 130,000 low-grade spiritual stones.

At this point, Mr. Li did not dare to continue competing with Chen Mo for An Keyue.

No matter what, Mr. Li just wanted to criticize Chen Mo.

Now that the goal has been achieved, it's time to stop.

"Boy, you are young, but you are lustful by nature. Aren't you just a woman?"

"You spend hundreds of thousands of low-grade spiritual stones to buy them, and you're not afraid that people will die if you use them up?"

Mr. Li did not forget to criticize Chen Mo, his tone was full of disdain.

Everyone was convinced that spending hundreds of thousands of low-grade spiritual stones to buy three slaves, although it proved that Chen Mo had a lot of spiritual stones, was a stupid move in everyone's eyes.

Chen Mo looked at Mr. Li, raised the corners of his mouth, and said indifferently: "You can't eat grapes, sour grapes. Mr. Li, as an expert from this world, you have a cunning heart and are destined to die with hatred."

If you don't have a magnanimous heart, you will retaliate, and you are destined to have resentment in your heart. Chen Mo's words are by no means innocent. If Mr. Li doesn't mend his ways, he will definitely die with hatred.