In the middle of the night, someone touched the restriction outside the door, and Mo Tianliu opened his eyes. The people outside the door realized that they had touched the restriction, and they left quickly without saying much, presumably it was a night guard or something.
Turning his head to look at Uncle Cat next to him, facing him sideways, his slender body was slightly curled, his eyes were tightly closed, and he had no intention of waking up.
There was a snow-capped mountain near the Eight Desolate City, so it was a little cold at night, Mo Tianliao slowly raised his hand and tucked the quilt for Master. Qingtong was sleeping soundly, when he touched him, he moved to this side subconsciously, put his slender hand on Mo Tianliao's chest, lightly hooked the front of his shirt, put his head on his shoulder, and continued to sleep.
He is clearly a demon cultivator, his cultivation base is higher than his, and his ears are smarter than him, yet he sleeps so deeply. Is it because you are sleeping beside you? With such a thought, Mo Tianliao couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, leaned in slowly, looked at this unparalleled handsome face carefully by the moonlight, and gently dropped a kiss on the top of his soft hair. Sleep in peace, the sky is falling, and I am here.
The next day, Mo Tianliao opened his eyes, the beauty beside him was gone, the quilt on his chest was bulging, he slowly opened it, and he saw a little snow-colored hairball climbed up at some point, and slept warmly. The claws also dipped into his undershirt.
Master, is this considered a frivolous apprentice? Mo Tianliao curled his lips, reached out and scratched the cat's head.
"Mi..." The white kitten purred, held down the finger that was harassing him, yawned, and slowly opened its eyes, the light-colored glazed eyes became more and more translucent in the morning light. He stood up, stretched his elegant waist, paced to the front, put a paw on Mo Tianliao's chin, and stood up.
In such a warm morning, I really wanted to continue to sleep, Mo Tianliao stretched out his hand and smoothed Uncle Cat's hair, but was rewarded with a slap in the face. Evil, get up, do you still buy that trash
When I went out to ask if Venerable Earth Slaughter was back, I was surprised to learn that the guy came back last night and was already waiting for him in the front hall. Mo Tianliao was quite curious. He walked to the main hall and looked at the slaughtering ground as if he was lively. Could it be that this guy is really bad
"Last night that fox was dying, and the black nightmare lion was clamoring to come back." Shidi saw Mo Tianliao, and immediately explained, feeling that he wanted to hide it.
Mo Tianliao nodded understandingly, with an expression of "you don't need to say more, I understand it all", and immediately became so angry that he raised his hand and grabbed the mane of the big lion beside his feet.
"Roar—" The Black Nightmare Lion turned his head and roared at him in dissatisfaction, "It's on me again!"
Until the group walked to the auction house in the Eight Desolate City, one person and one lion were still arguing in the sea of knowledge.
Eight Desolate City is in a basin surrounded by mountains. The auction house is located in the center of the city. It is a sunken underground auction hall. The scarlet carpets meandered to the end of the steps, and the swirling walls were filled with bright sunstones.
His inner strength was dim, and he could not see the situation in the field clearly. The waiter saw the killing of the ground, and without saying a word, led him directly to the exclusive private room. There are distinct levels of magic, and a large auction house like Bahuang has its own private room for each magician. The middle is the first venerable of magic. The room for killing the earth is inside, and Mo Tianliao wears a hood. Covering his face, he looked inadvertently over there.
The First Venerable of the Demonic Path had the largest private room. The front door was decorated with cyan with the word "Ming" written on it. The adjoining room was decorated with bright red with the word "Xiang" written on it. Mo Tianliao frowned slightly, the word "Zheng" was originally written on the door of this second room, which was his position.
Mo Tianliao used to have two spiritual roots of earth and fire, and his strength was average among several Demon Venerables, but because of his endless variety of spiritual treasures, and because everyone asked him for it, no matter what the occasion, his position was always the same. in second place. Now it has been replaced, but what is this "Xiang", he has never heard of a Demon Venerable called "Xiang". Suddenly I remembered the eagle-headed logo in Baiwen Pavilion. Could it be related
Seeing the light in the room of the First Venerable, Shidi couldn't help but stop and asked the waiter in a low voice, "The Venerable Mingyu is here today?"
"Yes." The waiter replied respectfully.
"You go first, I have to go in and meet the boss," Shidi waved his hand to let the maids and guards who followed him go to his private room first, then turned to look at Mo Tianliao, "Nephew, why don't you go with your uncle to see you? Uncle Ming?"
Mo Tianliao, who was hiding in the shadow of his hood, twitched the corners of his mouth and hurriedly said: "My uncle's kindness, my nephew is very grateful, but now that his cultivation is low, he hastily asked his uncle to introduce him, and he might collide with His Holiness."
When Mo Tianliao first became famous, he was already the first venerable, and his strength was unfathomable. Everyone said that he had already reached the period of tribulation, but it was too late because his inner demons were difficult to overcome. Has not soared. Mo Tianliao didn't have any deep friendship with this person in his previous life. If he saw any clues for this Banxian in the tribulation period, it would be troublesome.
Earth-killing means being polite, and he doesn't intend to introduce this artifact refiner who can complete the divine weapon to others. If Ming Yu robs him, he can only stare blankly. Earth-killing room is the same as his magic palace. The style, which looks elegant, is actually the luxury of the rich.
There was a big cushion in the room, and the Black Nightmare Lion rushed in and rolled on it. The white kitten popped out of Mo Tianliao's clothes and pulled its paws down to play.
Mo Tianliao looked around, this room was heavily restricted and very safe. The maids who were brought out of the magic palace were all just practicing Qi cultivation, so there was nothing to be afraid of, and the powerful guards were all guarding the door. After a little peace of mind, Mo Tianliao took the kitten out of his arms and let it play on the cushion.
The kitten jumped down from Mo Tianliao's palm, accurately jumped onto the big lion's head, threw itself into the thick fur on the neck, sniffed between the bloody mane, and put the white The fox's breath was recorded.
The big lion turned his head to look at the kitten, but he couldn't see it, so he turned his head hard, and turned his paws in a hurry. The kitten jumped down and rolled on the cushion. The big lion jumped at it excitedly, and was slapped on the nose.
"Roar—" The big lion was fanned and rolled to the other end of the cushion.
When Mo Tianliao came back, he saw Mo Tianliao sitting leisurely while drinking tea, his little kitten squatting on the soft cushion and licking its paws, and his big lion was lying on his back beside the cat foolishly. . And his beautiful and elegant maids, with their mouths long without grace at all, seemed to have just witnessed something incredible.
The auction of the magic way is not as conservative as the right way, and it dares to sell anything.
Beautiful furnaces, rare exercises, monsters obtained by extraordinary means, elixirs with strange usage, and spiritual weapons that can be used for yin damage. Therefore, there are also many righteous people in the auction hall, looking for things that righteous hypocrites are embarrassed to buy and sell.
There were two auctioneers, a man and a woman, one could talk, the other was beautiful, and the atmosphere was very lively.
"This ninth treasure is the dream of a male cultivator," the female auctioneer smiled ambiguous and took out a small white jade bottle, "Heavenly Acacia dew, male cultivators, if the Taoist companion is a man, you must not miss it. "Having said that, he opened the cork, took out a jade stick about the thickness of a chopstick, dipped it in it, and slowly lifted it up.
Crystal clear liquid, with a faint fragrance. Acacia dew is an auxiliary elixir needed for double cultivation between two male cultivators. Theoretically speaking, the combination of yin and yang of heaven and earth, the method of double cultivation is still the most suitable for men and women. But the road to immortality is long, and there are always some people who don’t take the usual path and develop this kind of acacia dew, so that men can also practice double cultivation. That's why, the prostitute of Xiaoyaolou also recommends the men's stove.
Heavenly Acacia Dew is said to be made of thousand-year-old spirit grass. Using this, not only will it not cause harm to the dual cultivators, but it can also prevent the influx of spiritual power caused by the unequal cultivation base of both parties, so as to avoid a good double cultivation. The Taoist companion became a training pot.
"There are quite a few people like your father right now." Murderingly took a sip of spirit wine, and tsk tsk tsk tsk after seeing the heated bidding below.
Mo Tianliao raised his eyebrows, what does this have to do with him
"Your father doesn't like women." Shidi shook his head.
Mo Tianliao choked down his throat with a sip of tea. He used to send women to see him throwing people into the fire, and he also sent him beautiful teenagers. Didn't he still throw them at the iron? How can this idiot see that he likes men? The unparalleled handsome face that I saw in the moonlight last night suddenly appeared in my mind, as well as the slender fingers that lightly hooked the front of his shirt, and he felt a little guilty for no reason.
Going to see Master subconsciously, the white kitten was rushing towards the head of the big lion, and the big lion obediently lay on the soft cushion and threw him.
There are 18 bottles of Heavenly Acacia Dew, and they are sold one by one. When all were sold out, a waiter came in with a tray and put down a small white jade bottle, which was a bottle of acacia dew.
The big lion raised his head and looked at his master in disbelief.
Murderer moved his hand away from the spar of the bidding, picked up the small jade bottle, raised his hand and threw Mo Tianliao: "In a few days, it will be your father's death anniversary, burn it for him for me."
"..." Mo Tianliao caught the jade bottle and was speechless for a long while. After grinding his back molars, he squeezed out a sentence between his teeth, "I thank you for your father's kindness."
Shidi waved his hands indifferently, indicating that he didn't need to be too grateful.
The price of the auction items in the back is getting higher and higher, and several monsters have sold for extremely high prices. Because of the spirit beasts that signed the blood contract, the regenerated small beasts will have the influence of the blood contract, and can only be used by people who are blood related to the original spirit beast owner. Others cannot make contracts. increasingly rare reasons.
In a place like Xiaoyao Auction House, there must be someone behind it who specializes in raising unowned monsters so that they can multiply and buy and sell.
"Next, it's our last treasure," the two auctioneers looked solemn, "Three hundred years ago, the master of the magic artifact refiner, the master of the heaven, forged a hand that could trigger celestial phenomena by chance. The magic weapon, this treasure, is beyond the existence of all the existing fairy tools, but it has not been seen since the ancient war between gods and demons, divine weapon!"
"The last one?" In the private room with the name Mingming in the middle, a person was wearing a blue wide-sleeved robe, holding a sapphire cup in his hand with clear joints, slowly shaking the amber liquor inside.
"That transformation-shaped demon cultivator escaped last night." The shopkeeper of Xiaoyao Auction House bowed and stood aside, not daring to lift his head.
"Where did you escape?" In the cold voice, there was a real killing intent.
"Escape, escape to Xiaoyao Tower, and was corrupted by Venerable Earth Killer." The big shopkeeper dared not hide it, and hurriedly told the truth.
There was silence in the auction hall, and everyone held their breaths, waiting for the divine artifact that caused the fall of two countless powers. Legend has it that the blood flowed into the sea in the Valley of Ten Killings, and the rocks of the volcano are still red. Three of the Venerable Demons died, and several Demon Sects suffered heavy losses, and the righteous forces were reordered.
"Artifacts are used by ancient gods. It is rumored that one move can move the world," the auctioneer said in a cadence, "The Valley of the Ten Killings back then was a high-grade immortal artifact. It is conceivable that a divine artifact that surpassed immortal artifact is sufficient. Destroy the world!"
The white kitten jumped back to Mo Tianliao's lap and looked at him. Mo Tianliao coughed dryly and put the kitten in his arms.
Someone raised his hand and brought out a very ornate knife holder. The shelf was carved out of extremely expensive deep-sea sapphire. At the top of the knife holder is a brocade woven from dark blue alpine velvet.
Shidi also clenched the armrest beside him, he has not seen the real body of the divine weapon yet.
"Everyone, look carefully!" The two auctioneers grabbed a corner of the brocade at the same time, and the dark blue brocade suddenly slid down like a mountain waterfall.
"Huh—" Before everyone could see clearly, they couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement. When the artifact behind the brocade appeared, the entire venue suddenly fell into a dead silence.
But seeing the deep sapphire blue Dapeng spreading its wings on the jade stand, this one is placed upright, the whole body is dark, the cold light is shining, it is a foot long, and it is round - a pig-killing knife!
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Sledgehammer: This is an artifact, you are making fun of me
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Sledgehammer: How can the artifact be a pig-killing knife
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