重生之炮灰小妾

The old man from the Yinhuan Chamber of Commerce's eyes flickered as he watched Ning Cheng and Song Ye sign the auction contract. He was sneering in his heart. The Xuanguang auction was huge. If he hadn't been here today, it would be strange that this person named Qian could safely auction it. With such a little cultivation, if you dare to bring something like this to an auction, wouldn't it be an act of seeking death? A contract is useless....