Qiuming shivered.
He was used to acting like a tyrant, and he had only shouted out in passing. At this moment, he finally remembered that this was the Emperor sky auction house, and du Zhi was a member of the Emperor sky divine Palace. Even if he killed du Zhi, the ten swords sect wouldn't dare to let out a fart.
Qiuming's body stiffened at the thought of this, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Senior, senior, I was wrong. I was just a bit impatient just now. I hope senior doesn't take offense!"
Qiuming quickly cried out and begged.
"Get back to your room!"
Du Zhi shouted.
Qiuming hurried back to vip Room No. 3 as if he had been pardoned.
"Damn it, damn it!"
After qiuming returned to the VIP room, he let out a low roar. His eyes were filled with cold killing intent.
Just now, he had lost a lot of face. He would definitely become a laughing stock. This was all because of Lu Ming.
