"What……"
Bo Jichen's question hadn't even settled yet.
Then there was a loud bang as the bullet aimed at Jiang Si struck the knife in her hand, sending sparks flying.
With a slight lift of her wrist, Jiang Si flipped the glass over and said, "Overestimating yourself."
With a clang, the back of the blade remained undamaged, and the bullet bounced back, striking the shooter right between the eyebrows.
The person who fired the provocative shot was shot in the head by the very gun he had fired. With a thud, he fell straight to the ground, his one eye still open, blood staining the auction stage, lifeless.
Upon seeing this, the man who had fired the shot, whose cheeks were swollen like steamed buns, suddenly had his pupils constrict, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowing and begging for mercy: "I was wrong, I was wrong, everything you said is right, everything you said is right, don't kill me, don't kill me."
Jiang Si walked towards him, carrying a knife that exuded a murderous aura and seemed heavier than when it was first sharpened.
Everyone in the auction house held their breath, trying to muster their mental strength to resist the murderous aura emanating from the knife, only to find that their mental strength was being suppressed by an invisible force.
“I gave you a chance.” Jiang Si approached the man with the swollen cheek, raised her knife, and pointed the tip at his neck. “You didn’t want a chance, you provoked me first. Sorry, I forgot to tell you, I accidentally saw it: Imperial law states that the one who provokes first and strikes first bears full responsibility. And I was only trying to protect myself.”
"No……"
The man with the swollen face had barely finished speaking when Jiang Si, holding the knife, flicked upwards and slit his throat. Blood spurted out with a spurt: "There's nothing wrong with that. You brought this on yourselves."
The man's eyes widened, and he reached out to cover his throat, but he couldn't stop the gushing blood. His kneeling body collapsed onto the stage.
Jiang Si shook the knife in her hand.
The blood on the tip of the blade didn't fall off; instead, it was quickly absorbed by the blade. The blade's cold gleam brightened even more in an instant, and the murderous aura and the smell of blood intensified.
Jiang Si raised her eyelids, indifferent and coldly looking around, and said, "Anyone who disagrees and thinks I'm wrong is welcome to correct me. I will definitely humbly correct myself."
Those present couldn't even muster their mental energy; no one dared to correct her. They just wanted her to step down as soon as possible, but no one dared to speak up.
"That's all, right? Then I won't delay your next auction." After saying that, Jiang Si picked up her knife and walked towards Huai Guo.
Huai Guo was so overwhelmed by the cold glint and intimidating power emanating from the knife that he could hardly breathe. He hurriedly said, "Miss A-Jiang, could you... could you please put that knife away?"
Jiang Si weighed her old companion in her hand, her gaze fixed on the willow branch on the stage, which was covered by a cover: "I was thinking of putting it away, but it doesn't have a scabbard, does it? I'll wait for you downstairs?"
Huai Guo nodded abruptly: "Okay, okay, okay."
Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of thousands of people, Jiang Si, carrying a knife, brazenly embraced Yan Liu's true form.
Before Huai Guo could catch his breath, he withdrew from the immense pressure, his face deathly pale, and said, "Miss A-Jiang, this is...this is..."
Jiang Si glanced at Agares, who was sitting with Bo Jichen, and said, "This was taken by my friend. I just took it down for him."
Huai Guo dared not ask any more questions, fearing that the knife in her hand would be used to cut him: "I see. Then you go and rest first, I will be there soon."
Jiang Si, carrying a knife in one hand and holding Yan Liu's body in the other, walked down unhurriedly.
She left.
The intimidating, bloodthirsty aura that had enveloped the entire area vanished instantly.
People with low mental and physical strength suddenly become like fish in water or people who have gotten air, breathing heavily and drinking water in large gulps.
Huai Guo patted his chest. That knife was indeed worthy of being the knife used by the Goddess of War. The rust had faded, revealing its sharp edge. It not only possessed spiritual power, but also the smell of blood and a sense of intimidation.
Taking a deep breath, Huai Guo opened his mouth and said in a trembling voice, "Distinguished guests, the last session of the second half of today's auction has ended. We will take a 15-minute break, after which the final session will begin. The 7th-tier plant healing is a fruit grown by you. Please prepare your star coins. Thank you."
After he finished speaking, he quickly turned off the lights on the auction stage and stepped down.
Auction house staff quickly stepped forward and, taking advantage of the darkness on the auction stage, carried the body away, wiping away the blood.
Jiang Si stepped off the stage and waited below. As soon as Huai Guo came down, she asked, "Mr. Huai Guo, is the person in charge of your auction house here? I'd like to have a word with him. Would you please find a room and invite him in?"
Huai Guo bowed and said, "No, no, Miss A Jiang, this way please."
Huai Guo led her to a luxurious reception room and told her to rest for a while while he went to invite the person in charge.
Jiang Si had just placed the willow branch she was holding on the table, and before she could even touch it, the door to the reception room opened, and Agares and Bo Jichen, along with Chu Xi, were led in by the auction house's staff.
Bo Jichen strode forward, his actions exaggerated, like a theatrical performer: "Daughter, are you alright? Are you hurt?"
"How could you be so foolish as to confront someone face to face? If anything were to happen to you, how would I, your father, live?"
Ginger shreds: "..."
It's over.
The drama went too far.
Chu Xi: "..."
Is the General of Thin Dust blind?
Isn't it someone else who keeps getting instantly killed?
He was shot in the head and had his throat slit.
Miss Ajiang hasn't lost a single hair.
Jiang Si held the knife horizontally: "Dad, I'm badly injured. Don't come near me, or I'll spray you with blood."
Bo Jichen paused in his steps as he was about to embrace her, and pushed away the back of the knife that was blocking her way: "I'm not afraid of being sprayed with blood, but you should put this knife away right now. I want to live for another two years, and I don't want it to cut my throat!"
The murderous aura emanating from this knife repelled anyone who approached it. Had he not absorbed Da Bao's spiritual power, he probably would have been injured by the knife's energy.
Jiang Si lowered her hand holding the knife, glanced at her cheap husband, and smiled at the cheap tyrant, saying, "I'd like to put it away. Without a sheath, it will rust. 25 of the 288 whetstones have already been used. I don't have the money to sharpen it every time I play with it."
Bo Jichen glared at him: "What, you can't stand it? Your husband's rich, go ahead and spend his money..."
“You can find the scabbard.” Agares stood as straight as a pine tree, interrupting his teacher calmly, and said to Jiang Si, “The scabbard is in this room.”
Jiang Si grinned, her smile as bright as the sun: "Your Highness has excellent taste. The scabbard is right here in this room. I just wonder if Your Highness is willing to part with it?"
Bo Jichen: "..."
What's in this room?
A potted green plant fluttering?
Four living people?
Chu Xi: "..."
Why do idols and big shots speak?
Individual words are understandable, but when put together, they become incomprehensible.
Looking at Jiang Si's radiant smile, Agares walked up to her, completely resisting the repulsion and murderous aura emanating from the blade. He reached out and pushed the willow tree, which was moving without wind, onto the table towards Jiang Si's side. He lowered his eyes and stared at Jiang Si, saying, "This green plant is auctioned for 505.2 million. I previously paid 3.3015 billion for Miss Jiang, so the total is 3.8067 billion."
"Miss A-Jiang is a family member of the Hunting Legion, and she even gave the Hunting Legion some fruit trees and fruit for free. I am deeply grateful for this. I'll round it down to 3.806 billion. Would you like me to connect my accounts with your husband's and have him pay for it for you, or would you like me to give you a handwritten IOU?"
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