Chapter 38:

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I slammed her hand at Elena and motioned her to stay away from herself.
This is obviously a silent answer.
The elf tears that have long been crying are left again, but this time there is no sound, and the body looks like a slow weight.
Tyre didn't look up again. Elena had nothing to do with him. In the future, she was born and destroyed. She only looked at herself. Anyway, Tyre did not spend a penny. Let's go.
Then, Tyre heard a cry.
"You listen! I am a slave to 123 adults! Adults are going to sell me to you, as long as the price is high, I am yours!!"
After finishing the hat on the head, the ears of a pair of elves stand in front of everyone!
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"!!" Tyre slightly opened his mouth and slowly looked up!
Elena stood in the center of the stage, and the magical girl who was about to perform was stopped at this time, apparently shocked.
It’s not just the people on the field, the judges on the field, the audience are scared for a moment.
What is this guy doing! !
Tyre widened his eyes and recollected what Elena had said.
Is it because you want to sell yourself with money to redeem? If you think you have no value, use valuable things to pay for your mistakes?
At this time, someone finally spoke at this time.
"Elves, it's an elf!"
"I saw the elf for the first time in my life!"
"Can you say that the Magic Contest can also participate?"
"Wait, she just seems to say that she wants to sell herself."
"Well, it seems to be the slave of the black mask warrior."
"Oh, that is, I want to use the elves to get a recommendation book. Now I can see that there is no hope, I will auction it on the spot, and the price can be improved a lot. The one who calls 123 is a good abacus!"
"I have 150,000 gold coins!!" At this time, a ugly fat man with a greedy look screamed loudly, and the sharp voice made everyone's mind a brain!
"200,000!" Unconsciously, the price is the old man in a suit. There are several beautiful maids around him. From the breath, it is a horrible strongman.
"Two thousand five thousand!" Once again, the first round of men who are preparing to report Elena’s cheating, this extremely optimistic girl has fallen into this situation, which makes him frown, on Tyre’s The sense of evil is also a bit bigger.
"Now it's still in the game, please have some self-knowledge."
A horrible wave of proliferation spread out. This was the repression of perception. The original noisy audience immediately quieted down, and when they turned around, Simila had already taken the lead.
"Elena."
"Yes...." Elena paled face to Simila, and this somewhat suppressed tears flowed again at this time. Simila's brows were slightly wrinkled, and other judges did not rush to speak. They wanted to see what the old man had planned.
"Your talent makes me appreciate, although it is an elf, but this is not something worthy of discrimination. Be my disciple, no one dares to call your attention again!"
This sentence immediately alerted the audience, who is the Simila Sanctuary Magister? A generation of inventors mad, their contribution is even owed to the gods of the gods, if Simila wants to protect a person, then even if the gods want to kill, they must be measured. Therefore, as a disciple of Shimila, as long as it is not a matter of anger and anger, it is almost a gold medal for death. From then on, he can live in the shade of Shimila.
It’s just that Elena is so shocked by the crowd’s eyes.
"Similar, become your disciple, can give 123 adults how much."
"..." Simila's face slowly sank, her eyes gradually turned to the VIP of the VIP seat, and she smiled coldly.
"Good means!"
Tyre was cold and was swept away by the feelings of Simila. It felt like he could die at any time! It was only that Simila, as a sacred magician, disdain to pinch himself, which saved a life.
When Tyre dared to breathe, the whole body had been wet with sweat, his face was white, and the face under the mask had already become distorted. This is not fear, it is because of the anger of his own powerlessness.
If it were not for this occasion, the old man might have killed himself because he had driven away a series of chain effects that Elena had.
What I thought was a trivial little thing, but because of Elena’s intention, Simila’s appreciation of Elena caused almost irreparable consequences.
"..." Tyre held his fist and his blood was overflowing.
At this time, Simila turned her eyes to Elena, faintly said
"I won't give him money. You don't need to be afraid of him. Follow me. Even if he gives you something duyào, or a vow, I have a way to let him help you out."
"No, if you can't give money to an adult, I can't be your disciple. Sorry, Master Simila."
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