At this moment, a shadow suddenly flashed out from the auction stage, like a bolt of lightning, rushing straight towards Ming Shan.
When the crowd saw the person, he was already standing in front of Ming Shan.
The man wore a purple robe, with a tuft of goatee under his chin swaying slightly. Even though this was a long time ago, how could such a matter be treated as a draw? Isn't this a waste of a bid?
"Chitter-chatter!"
Amidst all the comments and complaints, the little snow ferret lying on Ao Cangsheng's shoulder suddenly let out a sharp cry.
"What's the matter, little one?" So, I patted the ferret's head curiously and asked.
The little snow ferret glanced at its arrogant owner and screamed again on the stage. It screamed, clawing back and forth.
After a while, Ao Cangsheng finally understood the meaning of the little white ferret. The little white ferret wanted Ao Cangsheng to photograph the box like a coffin.
