The girl in the coffin: Feng Jue Tianxia

Chapter 92 The auction slave meeting on the street (5)

I saw Wang Yu'er's smug smile on her face, her arrogant figure, her bright eyes full of arrogance, and her whole body exuded a noble aura.

When Wang Yu'er walked to Xuanyuanxuan's side, her eyes were slightly blurred, and her delicate face was full of surprise, how could there be such a handsome man in the world.

She was a little bit shy, not so arrogant, but obediently stood beside Xuanyuanxuan, her eyes rolled around, and Xuanyuanxuan glanced at her from time to time.

The two maids and guards following her couldn't help being a little surprised, you look at me, I look at you, but no one dared to say anything.

Miss what happened today. ?
Why not let the man in front of him get out of the way. ?
Instead, he looked a little shy, and obediently stood aside.

Wang Yuer glanced disdainfully at the stage of the slave auction. There were ten people, including eight men and two women. Her eyes seemed to be full of disdain until she saw the man locked in a cage with disheveled hair. The clothes on his body were also worn out, but they couldn't hide his handsome face.

Wang Yu'er's eyes turned hard, this slave, he's going to fix it.

There was a sneer on the corner of Huangpu Nuoxi's lips. It seemed that Wang Yu'er, the three thousand gold in Prime Minister Wang's mansion, also came to auction the slave hall, and she seemed to be the same person as her.

"Welcome everyone to participate in the triennial slave auction." A middle-aged man stood on the red carpet stage with a smile on his face.

The people in the audience cheered, everyone knew who created this slave auction.

He is the mysterious chief rudder of "Jueshamen", and he is the dragon who can't see the end.

No one can provoke the "Jueshamen". Generally, men who are sold to slave auction houses have to be trained and given antidotes.

If the owner of the auctioned slave complains to the "Jueshamen", then which slave will die miserably.

Therefore, at the slave auction held every three years, everyone who auctioned off the slaves was very obedient, and no one dared to take back the master's words, unless that person didn't want to live anymore, and he didn't want his family to live anymore.

"Next, the first slave we will auction off is Miss Yaxue." The middle-aged man was dressed in a blue robe, and his slender hands were slightly wrinkled, pointing at the row upon row of women locked in wooden cages at the front. The red shirt and skirt revealed her white and smooth thighs, and she had a dirty look on her face.

The wooden cage was opened, and Yaxue bent slightly, barefoot, with a bell on her right foot, and walked towards Taichung with light steps. Every time she took a step, the bell rang.

Huangpu Nuoxi squinted her eyes, this woman was full of a demonic smell, she looked like a woman who had been trained by the "Jueshamen" to become a coquettish woman, her eyes were like water and fire, and there was a strong demonic smell in her eyes .

All the men who looked at him shouted, as if they couldn't wait any longer.

"The starting price starts from one tael until no one bids, then Miss Yaxue will belong to you." The middle-aged man raised his hand slightly, and then slowly lowered it, shouting, "Start."

"Twelve--"

"20 taels—"

"..."

"..." Constant male voices gathered in all directions.

"10 taels." Suddenly, a clear and magnetic voice came from behind Huangpu Nuoxi. Huangpu Nuoxi looked back and saw the man wearing a light green robe with black silk rolled up gracefully.

(End of this chapter)