Princess Against the World

Where are you buying things? You're throwing money at it!

It was also the first time that Hong Niang had encountered such a thing, and she had no idea for a while.

She is only the auctioneer of the auction house, and is not qualified to intervene in the buyer's affairs, let alone stop it.

What if the buyer is a local tyrant and prefers to play by calling? !

Seeing that the listed price was about to hit 10,000 gold coins, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at the terrace on the sixth floor.

On the terrace, the man in white was leaning there leisurely, and his black eyes looked at room 13 playfully.

Not only him, everyone's eyes are on the terraces of No. 13 and No. 57.

On the third floor, Hao Qingyou had a ghostly look on his face: "This... Feng Chenglin... is he crazy? How dare he call him such a name?"

Zuo Furong gloated and sneered: "Humph! Deserving it! Full of fat in the brain, no ink in the chest, wait to see how he dies!"

Except for Ling Luoyu, everyone is waiting to see Feng Chenglin's wonderful drama.

His grandfather was Saisuke, with a high position and authority, which is doomed that many people are waiting to see the jokes of the Feng family.

Comparatively speaking, Fang Cheng and Cao Renlong are not very attractive.

On the terrace on the thirteenth floor, Ling Luoyu waved a paper fan and looked sideways at No. 57 below.

Cao Renlong was jumping with his feet raised, his face blushing and his neck thick: "Fifty-seven..."

Not to be outdone, Feng Chenglin immediately replied: "Thirteen..."

"fifty seven……"

Ling Luoyu raised his hand abruptly, poked Shang Feng Chenglin's throat with a finger, and slapped back the words behind him.

"It's almost done, if you keep shouting, your Feng family will go bankrupt..."

Feng Chenglin covered his throat with his hand, unable to say a word, he staggered back and withdrew.

No one expected that Ling Luoyu would suddenly make a move, and he was silent for a while.

The eyes of the man in white were even more charming, and he sat back with a small smile: "This little guy...it's fun!"

The man in black by his side looked sideways, the corners of his mouth twitched, "Master..."

The man in white raised his fingertips slightly: "Watch the play!"

Hongniang was the first to regain her senses, and hurriedly shouted loudly: "Thirteen thousand seven hundred and five... No. 57... Is there anyone else shouting?"

Everyone: "..."

It's all hot, what's the name? !

If you call again at this time, it is not a brain-dead, but a brain-dead.

Feng Chenglin rubbed his throat and said hoarsely, "More than 13,000... I fuck... I called so much??"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes and squinted: "You scream so cool, your voice is hoarse... What do you say..."

Feng Chenglin smiled slyly: "Are those three grandsons stupid?! How dare you fight with this young master... However, San Shao, you are too ruthless... My neck is about to break. ...

"Snapped!"

Ling Luoyu closed the paper fan and stuck out his head: "That..."

Everyone's eyes condensed in an instant, what else is this dude going to do? ?

Matchmaker is also nervous, it seems that they have to continue? !

The paper fan lightly tapped, Ling Luoyu had a smirk on his face: "That...beautiful sister, since No. 57 cares about the inner alchemy of the stink bug so much, it is inevitable that we brothers will not be loved by others. Let's get them done..."

She turned her head and looked down, a little surprised: "Hey... where is the person?"

Since the call stopped, there has been no sound from below.

The matchmaker had a quick mind, called the number three times in a row, made a deal, and handed the number plate to the servant beside her.

"Send it to the guest on the fifty-seventh..."