Chapter 560
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It would have been better if Ye Lan had not laughed but when he did, Liu Ting nearly burst into tears.
"I … I don't know."
"You don't know?" Ye Lan's smile disappeared in an instant and he glared at her, "How could you not know who your guest is?"
"I really don't know." Liu Ting was already crying. He said pitifully, "Her face seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist. I couldn't see what she looked like at all. I only know that she's a woman and very young. I don't know anything else."
White mist?
Ye Lan's expression slowly sank.
Even he could not make his own face blurry. Could it be that the mysterious person's strength was above his own?
Just a moment ago, he had thought that the figure looked very much like Gu Ruoyun. Now that he thought about it, it was impossible for it to be her. She was only a Martial Emperor. She could not have done this.
But in this world, how could there be such a young genius girl?
"If that young man appears at the auction again, you must inform me."
Ye Lan's eyes flickered. I must find out who that young woman is no matter what!
Friend or foe?
"Yun Luo, I don't know why, but I feel like the wind in the Banished Lands has changed."
Ye Lan laughed bitterly, shook his head and sighed.
"No matter how it changes, I will do my business. Everything else has nothing to do with me." Yun Luo smiled warmly. To be honest, he was very interested in the woman who had brought the Spiritual Weapon to be auctioned.
"By the way, Liu Ting, I'll leave all the Black Cloud Auctions in the Plain Hills to you as a reward for your help."
Liu Ting was stunned.
Previously, he had thought that there was no hope for him to be promoted, but who would have thought that Lord Yun Luo would suddenly hand over all the auctions in the Plain Hills to him.
After all, Black Rock City and White Glory City were only a small corner of the Plain Hills. From this, one could see how big the Plain Hills were.
Thinking of this, Liu Ting became excited. He was even more grateful to that mysterious woman. If it wasn't for her, he might not be able to manage the entire Plain Hills for the rest of his life …
…
The streets were bustling with activity.
Gu Ruoyun had just walked out of the auction hall when she heard a commotion.
Ye Nuo angrily placed his hands on his hips. His adorable little face was filled with anger as he exclaimed angrily, "You want to be road-blocking dogs as well? Hurry up and scram for this Young Lord! "
"You're the little bastard who crippled my son?" The middle-aged man's face was ashen as he looked down at the little wimp in front of him. There was an obvious killing intent in his eyes. "You must pay with your life for touching my son!"
Ye Nuo curled his lips and said disdainfully, "Only an old bastard would raise a little bastard who likes to humiliate women! This Young Master is acting on behalf of the heavens! Make it so that he can never bully women in his life! "
"Impudent!"
The middle-aged man's expression changed drastically as he glared at him fiercely, "Little bastard, do you have any manners? Is this what your parents taught you? Then this Patriarch doesn't mind letting you understand what it means to respect the old and cherish the young! "
"Tsk tsk!" Ye Nuo scanned the middle-aged man from head to toe, curled his lips, and said, "Respect the old and cherish the young, this saying is well said! You look like you've just entered middle age and can't bear the word 'old'. On the other hand, I've just turned ten this year and can be called 'young'! Then this Young Master wants to ask you, do you know what it means to respect the elderly and cherish the young? If you don't, this Young Master doesn't mind teaching you! "
At this moment, the middle-aged man's face was ashen with anger and his entire body was trembling. He wished that he could slap this little bastard to death with one slap!
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