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"Mr. Song, let's leave for a walk. You and Qingmei don't have to wait for me."

Thinking that Xuehu's identity was inappropriate to disclose, Song Xuan was not very convenient around him, and Yang Zimei turned his face to Song Xuandao.

"Ok."

Song Xuan looked at her and Xuehu without asking much.

As soon as Yang Zimei and Xuehu walked out of the auction hall, many flashlights flashed at them. Many have been waiting for the big news about the sky-high auction.

Yang Zimei and Xuehu were soon surrounded by many reporters with short guns and short questions.

Impatient frost appeared on Xuehu's face.

He doesn't like so much trouble, and he doesn't want to be exposed in front of people.

For his fame and glory, for him, there is no longer any attraction except Yang Zimei.

His hand slightly lifted, and Yang Zimei flashed, before those people did not respond, they left quickly.

These reporters looked around suddenly and found that there was no ghost image, so they had to start looking at the photos they had just taken with suspense.

They were surprised to find that all photos involving Yang Zimei and Xuehu were overexposed, and the figure was not clearly visible at all.

In addition, Yang Zimei greeted Huo Wenhua in advance and asked him to help control the media, not to expose any news about her and Xuehu.

Therefore, in this history, the most amazing auction has not been reported in detail by any media. Even the auctioneer did not mention ancient swords such as Mo Xie, but it was passed on by the population. Xuan, finally blew Xuehu and Yang Zimei as immortals.

Although Yang Zimei and Xuehu fled, the reporters did not spare Song Xuan and Lin Qingmei.

Yang Zimei is a disciple of Song Xuan, and she should be the one who knows her best.

However, Song Xuan laughed and ignored all issues, adding to the mystery of Yang Zimei.

If it wasn't for the boss to put pressure on him, and said that he would not be allowed to follow Yang Zimei any more, they would all follow the city of Dao A and turn everything out of Yang Zimei.

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"Master, why did Mo Xie be photographed? What should I do?"

At the cool wind of Jingjiang, the man in the black suit bidding with Xuehu anxiously called.

"It's okay, Qingyun, as long as you give me the details of them, I will get them one day sooner or later." The voice on the other side of the phone was cold and gloomy, covered with frost.

"Blamed Qingyun for being incompetent," Qingyun said reproachfully.

"10 billion, we ca n’t get everything out of the house, and you do n’t need to blame yourself. Now, what we want to fight is not financial resources, but ability, we will see if they can surrender to a demon sword like Mo Xie, hum At that time, I will ask them to post another 10 billion yuan to me, and we will take the sword away, haha ​​... "

There was a grim smile over the phone.

Qingyun's back was slightly cold, and he hurriedly said, "Master Mingming!"

"It's okay. Collect their information and give it to me immediately. I'll be back in ten days!"

"Yes, Master."

Qingyun hung up the phone and took a bus to Li Tangyi's home.

"Qing Yun, didn't you buy Mo Gan?" Li Tangyi looked at his empty hands and asked in confusion.

Qingyun said what happened today.

"It seems that the pair of men and women is very unusual!" Li Tangyi began to divine divination, but the result of the calculation was clutter. He was badly injured again, spit a few blood, and couldn't get out of bed for a week.

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