Holy-lighted War God

In the Sky No. 5 Room, Ling Yun revealed a cold smile, and the corner of his mouth hooked into a sneer. How could he not know what Wen Shang was planning?

If this was before he knew that he was cultivating the demonic and bloody cultivation technique, "Blood Devouring Yin Yang Art", he might have really been tricked by Wen Shang.

He really believed that Wen Shang spent a lot of money on Lin Shiya, and not on that useless medicinal herb, the Pure Spirit Root.

However, since he knew, how could he not guess? He let Wen Shang successfully buy the Pure Spirit Root.

However, there was one thing that he really needed to thank Wen Shang for. If this guy did not bid first, his bid would have aroused the suspicion of many people.

To please Lin Shiya? Want her favor? In the future, she would be able to bring a beauty home? Or spend the night with a beauty?

No, no one would believe these reasons. All these years, many people knew about Ling Yun's character.

Although he and Wen Shang were dubbed the number one silkpants in the capital, he was not a silkpants.

The bullying of a man and a woman had nothing to do with him, and it was even more impossible for it to happen in all of the romantic places in Flowerflower Willow Lane.

What he was fighting for happened to be some playboy that was trying to bully both men and women to be merciful and merciful.

If he sold the spiritual roots, others would definitely think that the spiritual roots would be of great use to him, preventing him from obtaining them successfully.

Especially with a jealous Qin Yinyue standing at the side, it was impossible for her to try to curry favor with Lin Shiya.

Not to mention others, even Ling Yun himself did not believe it.

But now, even if he were to bid, no one would doubt that Wen Shang had taken the blame for him.

Even if he couldn't get his hands on it in the end, he would make Wen Shang bleed once for sure. He was so angry that he vomited blood.

If he could obtain it, that would be for the best. In the eyes of others, this kind of useless medicinal ingredient was a true treasure. It was even more precious than some Rank 6 Elixirs.

Lightly patting Qin Yinyue's hand on his waist, Lingyun smiled bitterly and said softly, "Yue'er, I really am not bidding for the Pure Spirit Root because of Lin Shiya. It's just that this Pure Spirit Root is really useful to me."

"Really?" Qin Yinyue tilted her head and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

In her heart, she was more or less convinced. After all, she had seen Ling Yun's previous excitement, and her hands gradually relaxed.

"Of course!" Lingyun breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly nodded his head, "There's a great beauty like you sitting next to me, why would I even think about other women!"

"Smooth talker!" Qin Yinyue's beautiful face flushed. She glared at him, but it was as if she had eaten honey in her heart.

Qin Feng and the rest looked at Ling Yun speechlessly. Do you think we don't exist? Show our love in front of our faces.

"Cough, cough!" Ling Yun let out an awkward cough, and held Qin Yinyue's small hand lightly.

"The young duke Wen Shang bids two hundred and five thousand, is there anyone else who offers a price?" Two hundred and five thousand going once! Two hundred and five thousand going twice. "

Hearing Lin Shiya repeat what she said twice, and say it again, the spiritual root would belong to Wen Shang.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and was about to bid again when he seemed to have thought of something. He closed his mouth and a hint of playfulness flashed across his eyes. He then waited quietly for Lin Shiya to repeat herself a third time.

"Two hundred and five thousand spiritual stones going thrice!" If no one bids, then the Pure Spirit Root belongs to Young Marquis Wen Shang. " Seeing no one bid for a long time, Lin Shiya looked around, raised the small hammer in her hand, and slowly brought it down towards the golden bell. "Deal …"

"Who said that no one is willing to bid? Miss Shi Ya, don't panic. I'll pay two hundred ten thousand Spirit Stones." The golden hammer in Lin Shiya's hand had yet to come into contact with Jin Zhong, and before the word 'hand' could leave her mouth, a gentle voice slowly rang out.