Chapter 194 Little Junior Sister's Relic

Zheng Yuanhao and the others were terrified, and Fang Yuqing was fine with humiliating in front of Chen Mo, but the proud daughter of the Jin family in Hanyang was so respectful to Chen Mo!

What exactly is this for!

An Keyue looked at Chen Mo with complicated eyes: "Chen Mo, it turns out that this is the capital of your pride, the honored guest of the proud daughter of the Jin family in Hanyang. However, this is not your own strength after all. Once you are left out by the Jin family, you will Worthless."

Jin Peiyun looked at Chen Mo and said respectfully: "Mr. Chen, please take a seat at the VIP seat in front!"

Fang Yuqing also made a gesture of invitation: "Mr. Chen, please!"

Chen Mo glanced at the two women indifferently, did not move, and said in a cold voice, "Don't play tricks in front of me in the future, and next time, don't blame me for not being sympathetic."

Jin Peiyun and Fang Yuqing were both startled, with shock in their eyes.

"Mr. Chen forgive me!"

Jin Peiyun and Fang Yuqing lowered their heads in shame, their faces full of fear.

The two of them seemed to have turned against Ye Tianning, but in fact they knew Chen Mo's strength. If Ye Tianning annoyed Chen Mo, he might die on the spot.

What the two of them did was actually protecting Ye Tianning.

They thought that Chen Mo couldn't see it, but they didn't expect Chen Mo to know everything well.

Among the crowd, some far-sighted celebrities seemed to have thought of something, showing a look of surprise.

"The friendship between the Jin family and the Fang family of Qingyang and the Ye family has always been good, so I said why they turned so ruthless today, so that's what happened."

"It's just, what kind of identity and background does the young man in front of me have? He actually forced the two proud daughters of the Jin family and the Fang family to use cruel tricks to protect Ye Tianning!"

Murong Yan'er was still kept in the dark and couldn't understand the meaning of Chen Mo's words. She felt that Jin Peiyun and Fang Yuqing helped Chen Mo, and Chen Mo shouldn't treat them like this.

Out of sympathy among women, Murong Yan'er whispered: "Chen Mo, he helped you just now, why do you treat him with such an attitude?"

Chen Mo smiled slightly, without explaining, there is no need to let Murong Yan'er know about these scheming things, let her continue to keep the innocence in her heart!

"Come on, let's go to the front." Chen Mo said.

"Okay!" Murong Yan'er nodded happily.

At this time, a handsome middle-aged man walked out from behind the crowd, and said lightly, "Yan'er, come back!"

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and someone recognized the man's identity.

"Jiangnan Murong Ke!"

"He actually came too!"

"This little girl is actually Murong Ke's daughter!"

In the southern land, there is a saying, Gu Feng in the north of the Jiangnan, Murong in the south of the Jiangnan.

Murong here refers to Murong Ke.

Murong Ke, the father of Murong Yan'er, a generational hero of the Murong family in the south of the Yangtze River, if it weren't for the fact that Mr. Murong's reputation was too great, and Murong Ke was influenced by him, Murong Ke's reputation would be even higher.

"I met Mr. Murong!"

A group of celebrities saluted one after another, and their attitude was different from the other party Yuqing's just now. The other party Yuqing, they are equal greetings. But facing Murong Ke, they were all respectful.

Jin Peiyun and Fang Yuqing also bowed and saluted: "I met Mr. Murong."

"Everyone is welcome." Murong Ke nodded lightly, and walked in front of Murong Yan'er, without losing his identity, and making people not feel the slightest arrogance.

"Father!" Murong Yan'er called out, then glanced at Chen Mo with a shy expression, "Chen Mo, this is my father."

Chen Mo looked at Murong Ke, his attitude was still flat, neither humble nor overbearing said: "Hello!"

Murong Ke glanced at his precious daughter, then shifted his eyes slightly, and landed on Chen Mo.

After pondering for a moment, Murong Ke said pointedly: "Boy, you are very nice. It's the first time we meet. For Yan'er's sake, let me give you a word."

"Young people can have character, but don't be arrogant!"

"Yan'er, come with me."

After finishing speaking, Murong Ke took a deep look at Chen Mo, turned and left.

Murong Yan'er frowned, and looked at her father puzzled, feeling that his attitude towards Chen Mo seemed a little cold.

"Chen Mo, my father's words are often unpredictable, but he is very nice, don't worry about it." Murong Yan'er smiled awkwardly.

Chen Mo smiled slightly: "It's okay, uncle's kindness, I understand."

Murong Yan'er nodded happily: "Well, I can't be with you anymore, we'll be in touch later."

"kindness."

Seeing Murong Yan'er cheerfully chasing Murong Ke to the side, the smile on Chen Mo's face gradually calmed down.

An Keyue watched Chen Mo's expression change, and sneered in her heart: "Chen Mo, now you finally know Yan'er's identity, don't you think the capital you used to be proud of suddenly became ridiculous? In front of you, your force and your friends are not worth mentioning at all. Only when you are strong can you be truly powerful!"

Looking at Murong Ke's tall and straight back, Chen Mo's face was indifferent, and there seemed to be starlight in his eyes: "In your opinion, my behavior may be a bit arrogant, but how do you know my true identity? If it weren't for Yan'er For the sake of it, you are not even qualified to ask me to say hello."

The crowd gradually dispersed and each returned to their original seats. Chen Mo followed Jin Peiyun and Fang Yuqing to the VIP seats in the first row, quietly waiting for the auction to officially start.

Not long after, a beautiful hostess in a red dress stepped onto the stage.

After some stereotyped opening remarks, the first auction item was brought up by a staff member.

A painting by a famous artist, although it is genuine, but the famous artist is still alive, so it is not worth much.

As we all know, general antique calligraphy and paintings are only valuable after the death of the original author, so this painting was only sold for a symbolic price of hundreds of thousands, which still raised the price several times.

In the end, the money was announced by the host and donated to some schools in impoverished areas.

Most of the things in charity auctions are just a formality, basically there will be no good things, Chen Mo has no interest. On the contrary, some people feel that these people are hypocritical. If you want to donate money, you can just donate anonymously. Why do you have to bid here, for fear that others will not know.

Until the last auction item was served, Chen Mo's heart suddenly moved, and a long-lost familiar atmosphere rose in his heart.

The host smiled mysteriously: "This last auction item is said to be a handkerchief used by a peerless beauty in ancient times. The most important thing is that this beauty is said to be a fairy in the pre-Qin period, Luoshen!"

Luoli... Luoshen!

Chen Mo only felt that his mind was blank, and his powerful cultivation base and immortal soul seemed to have disappeared at this moment. In his eyes, in his heart, and in his mind, only those light blue eyes remained, and that peerless face that showed endless reluctance and love at the time of farewell!

On the stage, the supporters continued to explain: "During the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Zijian, who was known as a man of great talents, praised Luoshen in his "Ode to Luoshen": as graceful as a frightened bird, as graceful as a dragon swimming. Glorious autumn chrysanthemums, lush and spring pine trees. As if light clouds The moon is covered by the moon, and the snow flutters like the flowing wind..."

Chen Mo gradually couldn't hear the host's words, and the breath in the wooden box in the staff's hands was exactly the breath of Xuan Dao Sect's top skill "Tian Xuan Dao Jue".

After six hundred years of companionship day and night, that familiar aura has long been engraved into Chen Mo's bones and into his soul. Even if the world collapses, Chen Mo will never forget the Six Paths of Samsara.

There was infinite tenderness in Chen Mo's eyes, and he murmured in his heart: "Junior Sister, is it really you?"