Chapter 642 - 642 642 The Eighteenth Auction Item

642: Chapter 642: The Eighteenth Auction Item 642: Chapter 642: The Eighteenth Auction Item “Sisi, get it straight, I was the first to say I wanted to bid for Little junior sister.” Yi Tingfeng was immediately displeased hearing Tang Yichen’s words, and without waiting for a response, he called out a bid, “One hundred million!”

“One hundred and ten million.” Seeing this, Tang Yichen immediately followed with his bid and only after he finished bidding, he looked at Yi Tingfeng with a chuckle, “Hey, we’re both bidding for Gu Xiaoxi, why draw lines between you and me, right?”

Yi Tingfeng, upon hearing this, thought Tang Yichen was shameless, “Wasn’t I the first to bid?”

Tang Yichen smiled innocently, “In an auction, the highest bidder wins, don’t you agree?”

While saying this, he even winked at Yi Tingfeng with one eye.

Yi Tingfeng: “…”

The crowd was stunned when they heard both voices coming from the Heavenly Domain Pavilion number two room.

What’s going on?

Are they fighting internally?

Fu Xiyan also wanted to bid but seeing Yi Tingfeng and Tang Yichen scrambling to bid for Gu Zhiqi, he chose not to get involved.

Watching the bidding, Gu Zhiqi stayed silent for two seconds before speaking up, “I’m not interested in that Fragrance.”

Afraid to be even a second late, lest these two squanderers really win the bid for that Fragrance set.

“Huh?” Yi Tingfeng and Tang Yichen both turned to look at Gu Zhiqi.

“If you two are interested, feel free to continue bidding,” said Gu Zhiqi, shrugging indifferently.

It was clear if it was bought for her, she wouldn’t accept it.

As soon as Gu Zhiqi expressed her disinterest, Yi Tingfeng and Tang Yichen immediately lost their enthusiasm for the bidding.

After speaking with Yi Tingfeng and Tang Yichen, Gu Zhiqi looked towards Su Yunling with a somber gaze and asked softly, “How could you tell what I wanted?”

Without changing expression, Su Yunling replied, “Seeing you look so focused, I thought I’d ask.”

Gu Zhiqi: “…”

She was only watching intently because she saw the Fragrance selling for a high price and suddenly fancied the idea of Fragrance Refining.

Unexpectedly, Su Yunling noticed this as well.

“Look at the auction item, not at me,” Gu Zhiqi muttered under her breath with resignation, then turned her head to look at the auction stage.

Hearing her murmuring, Su Yunling smiled and then shook his head helplessly to himself.

He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help looking at her.

It wasn’t something he could control if he wanted to.

Initially, because the Heavenly Domain Pavilion number two room was reserved for the Ever Winning Army, many were deterred from bidding.

However, the lure of the Fourth-grade Fragrance was too strong; someone boldly continued to bid.

As there was no longer any activity from the number two room, everyone continued to bid with confidence.

In the end, the Fragrance set was bought for two hundred and forty million.

Seeing this, Gu Zhiqi’s desire to engage in Fragrance Refining grew even stronger.

The seventeenth auction item was a Mansion-guarding Spirit Sculpture, a Third-grade Spirit Sculpture.

The final bid was Ninety Million.

The eighteenth auction item was a mutated orchid species called the Dark Night Bewitching Orchid.

This peculiar flower blooms in two colors—one white and one red.

The White Flower can be used in medicine, suitable for refining various elixirs, while the red flower contains a potent poison favored by Poison Doctors for concocting rare poisons.

The Dark Night Bewitching Orchid up for auction today was still in bud—it looked pretty nice with white and red buds nestled among the dark green leaves.

Gu Zhiqi’s eyes flickered when she saw the Demon Orchid, growing serious as she looked at the flower and felt somewhat tempted.

Soon, the auctioneer announced the starting bid—50 Million with a minimum increment of five million each time.

After hearing the price, the little person inside Gu Zhiqi’s heart jumped violently, swiftly pressing down her flickering desire with the speed of lightning striking before one’s ears.

Poor folks have no business at auctions.