A closer look at their origins reveals that something is wrong with their identity.

Damn, I originally thought that I could safely pocket the ownership of Shui Lian, but now, it is at risk.

Mo Qianhan will not act alone, if he comes, Mo Yunge will definitely follow Mo Qianhan here.

If she was allowed to see the water ripples on the stage, Mo Yunge would definitely be able to recognize it at a glance, this was the ancient elf who had met her in the outer realm of the ancient elves, and when the time came, the royal family of Middle-earth would definitely obstruct them more and stumble over them for the sake of the aura of the elf tree.

Moreover, the three of them, two men and one woman, although they have done enough disguise, but the characteristics are too obvious, Mo Yunge may guess that it is them, and then she will go to the Emperor of Zhongzhou with a piece of paper, Zi Mucheng's appointment to the Emperor of the Beilan Kingdom, let alone get it.

Mo Yan was a little anxious, but his face was silent, just waiting for Mo Qianhan, Mo Yunge and others to come, and then see you and dismantle the move.

The reputation of the little prince of Zhongzhou in Frost Dyeing City is still very loud, but after a stick of incense, outside the nameless auction house, Mo Qianhan's familiar voice came.

"Presumptuous, this prince is Mo Qianhan, the prince of Zhongzhou, who dares to stop me?"

With this arrogant voice, Mo Qianhan's figure appeared at the door of the hall.

Behind him, he brought a lot of entourage, although they were not fully armed, but they were also tall and big, but they had a little shelf.

As Mo Yan expected, Mo Yunge's face was pale, standing behind Mo Qianhan, a pair of eyes were constantly looking at the people in the auction hall, and after a while, he locked his eyes on a few people on the stage.

Mo Qianhan didn't pay much attention, he shook his hand and walked towards his imperial uncle.

Mo Qianhan and this little uncle are only less than ten years apart.

Moreover, both of them are hangers, so the relationship between Mo Qianhan and the little prince Mo Ziyan is more harmonious than the relationship between himself and his father.

"Uncle Huang, what's the matter with you, why are you so down, and you still need my nephew to save the scene."

As soon as Mo Qianhan stepped into the nameless auction house, he nagged, fortunately, he didn't forget Mo Ziyan's thousands of instructions, as soon as he entered the door, he began to take out the silver ticket, and by the way, he maintained the face of his imperial uncle, "Let you not bring money all day long, now it's okay, I want my Royal Highness the Crown Prince to send you thousands of miles away, and when the auction is over, remember to invite my nephew to me." ”

"Of course."

Mo Ziyan and Mo Qianhan have the same smell, and Mo Qianhan's words to maintain and lick him made the little prince Mo Ziyan very satisfied, and sang and harmonized, "It's a pity that I didn't have the silver ticket with me, so the villain grabbed it first." Forget it, this prince doesn't care about villains, nameless owner, now you have also inspected the goods, I didn't shoot this thing, it's okay to let me go, right? ”

With Mo Qianhan's help, Mo Ziyan finally managed to gather 600 million silver tickets in his hands.

The nameless owner symbolically asked the auctioneer to count the number and confirm that there were no less than 600 million silver tickets, and then he smiled faintly, "It's a pity that the little prince is really sorry to bring so little silver tickets, otherwise, this bid will belong to the little prince." I was offended just now, little prince, please. ”

In order to get out, the little prince of Zhongzhou even invited the prince over, if he didn't sell the prince a face, I am afraid that he will be entangled in something today.

The nameless walker has always been afraid of trouble,