Qiu Luo immediately looked at Yuan Ye with red eyes. "Boy, what do you think the medium-class Zun ware is? Don't talk about it, or I will crush your head."

"Oh?" Yuan Ye sneered: "you don't need to worry about this. I auction mine, you auction yours, and I still understand the rules of the auction house."

"you..." Qiu Luo's brow is green and his tendons are beating. He is a famous person in the mainland of Fengqing. Today, everyone looks at him. If he retreats now, if there is news in the future, how can he love his face?

"I'll give you six medium-sized and thirteen inferior ones, but...