My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator Chapter 1395 - 1395 Your Grandfather, Or In Short, Grandpa

Chapter 1395 - 1395 Your Grandfather, Or In Short, Grandpa

1395 Your Grandfather, Or In Short, Grandpa
“90,000 Spirit Stones.”
Lu Zijia still ignored them. After increasing the bid, she continued to eat the spiritual fruit in her hand.
“Master, this spiritual fruit tastes good. We can plant a few of these fruit trees.”
The golden pagoda didn’t forget to make its suggestion as it ate.
This time, Lu Zijia agreed with the golden pagoda’s suggestion. “Alright, if you can’t plant it, I’ll deduct your food!”
The golden pagoda, which suddenly stopped moving: “!!!”
What happened? It was just making a suggestion! Why did its master threaten to deduct its food again?
Boohoo, others were someone else’s contract spirit, but it was also her contract spirit. Why was it so pitiful?
Looking at the pitiful little black cat that didn’t forget to eat the spiritual fruit, the Liang siblings on the side almost couldn’t hold back their laughter.
Senior Lu’s spirit beast was really too cute!
“Fellow Taoist, do you have to go against me?” Wei Jinfeng’s slightly cold voice reached Lu Zijia’s ears.
Lu Zijia blinked innocently and looked at the man next to her, asking sincerely, “Did I go against him?”
“No.”
Mu Tianyan replied without hesitation, “Everyone can bargain at the auction. If you don’t have enough Spirit Stones, don’t come out and embarrass yourself.”
The conversation between the two of them wasn’t hidden at all. Their voices entered everyone’s ears at the auction clearly, including Wei Jinfeng’s.
“Whoosh!”
The hundreds of cultivators on the first floor immediately made a commotion.
Even though Wei Jinfeng being rebuked was something they were happy about.
However, they were still very shocked that Lu Zijia and the others dared to do this so blatantly and didn’t give Wei Jinfeng any face at all.
Because there was a small array formation in the VIP room, people outside couldn’t see the people in the private room.
But even so, Wei Jinfeng could still clearly feel the gloating gazes.
“It seems that the two of you are carefree people. How should I address you?” Wei Jinfeng almost gritted his teeth, looking like he was taking revenge is a dish best served cold.
As Wei Jinfeng spoke, everyone turned to look at the VIP room on the third floor tacitly.
“Your grandfather, or in short, Grandpa.”
The golden pagoda answered Wei Jinfeng first. Its childish voice imitated the way adults spoke and it couldn’t help making people smile.
Lu Zijia gave the golden pagoda a thumbs up, indicating that its answer was very good.
The golden pagoda, which received its master’s praise, immediately wagged its tail crazily happily.
Lu Zijia: “…” This guy shouldn’t have transformed into a cat. Canines were more suitable.
“Manager Yu, no one raised the price above 90,000 Spirit Stones. Shouldn’t this spiritual weapon belong to me?” Lu Zijia’s indifferent voice entered everyone’s ears again.
The corners of Steward Yu’s mouth twitched slightly. For a moment, he didn’t know if he should laugh or cry.
He was probably the only person in Delin Country who spent dozens of times the price at the auction to bid for the things he put out.
However, things had already come to this point, so he could only brace himself and continue.
“90,000 Spirit Stones going once.”
“90,000 Spirit Stones for the second time. If no one increases the price again, this mid-grade Yellow-rank spirit weapon will belong to the esteemed guest on the third floor.”
Wei Jinfeng’s gaze was as cold as a venomous snake as he stared fixedly in the direction of the VIP room on the third floor. The veins on his clenched fists bulged.
Seeing that he had no intention of increasing the price, Lu Lingling, who was standing next to him, frowned unconsciously and a hint of confusion flashed across her eyes quickly.