"Wang Gongzi, have you eaten enough?"

The old beggar poked his head down, shook the young man on the ground vigorously, and asked impatiently and loudly.

The young man named Wang Gongzi rolled his eyes and collapsed on the ground pretending to be dead.

This situation made him really feel too embarrassed!

Not only because he was watched by the drinkers on the building, but more importantly, he was seen by that Lin Huakui, which was the most embarrassing part of him.

The young man simply rolled his eyes, and ignored the old beggar's shouting.

The old beggar shook him twice, and when he saw that the young man did not react at all, he raised his head and shouted at the crowd: "I can't get up, he is too full to eat, and he is asleep!"

The corners of Mo Ling's eyes twitched, and he had to turn his back, not daring to look at the faces of the drinkers.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then there was a burst of angry shouting, accusing the old beggar of talking nonsense!

The drunken immortal residence, which was originally peaceful with singing and dancing, became a mess in the blink of an eye, as noisy as the alleys of the market.

Lin Xianruo saw that Xiao Yu and his party had become the target of everyone, and the satisfied drinkers all paid attention to them, and no one came to judge her, and he was a little relieved in his heart.

But she also hesitated and struggled a little, after all, it was her instruction to let Xiao Yu in, but she didn't expect that Xiao Yu would be followed by a dirty beggar.

What should I do? Now do you want to stand up and help Xiao Yu talk to them?

There was no need to think about this kind of question at all, but Lin Xianruo hesitated in her heart at this time, and even she herself was taken aback.

It's just that when she raised her eyes and saw Xiao Yu's expression, the hesitation that had just risen in her heart suddenly disappeared.

"With his posture, where is my turn to worry about it?"

Lin Xianruo smiled coldly in his heart, and his face was as flat as water again.

Boss Wan next to him looked at Xiao Yu at this time and sneered to himself, for him, of course, he wanted to continue to wait to see the ugliness of Xiao Yu and the others!

But after all, he is the boss of the drunken house, and there is still a major event tonight that has not been staged, so he can't let a few unrelated people ruin his plans.

So when he saw that the crowd was angry, the scene was almost a little uncontrollable, and he knew that it was almost time for the end to end.

"Calm down, listen to me. ”

Boss Wan cleared his throat and looked around, "Don't disturb everyone's Yaxing because of some inconsequential people or things, we should still focus on Lin Huakui's paintings." ”

"What about the prince?" someone asked loudly, still dissatisfied.

Boss Wang raised his head and glanced at Wang Gongzi who was paralyzed on the ground, and saw that the latter was not only disheveled at this time, but also no different from a beggar, and his eyes couldn't help but show a little disgust.

It's just that he hides it very well, and he doesn't let anyone see the slightest.

"Wang Gongzi's matter, let's discuss it later. Boss Wang smiled slightly, "I see that he eats and sleeps soundly, except for his behavior is a little unsightly, there is actually nothing wrong." ”

Seeing that Boss Wan said this, everyone knew that he wanted to start the auction of Lin Huakui's paintings tonight, and they were also quite interested at the moment, and they snorted on their lips, and temporarily revealed the matter.

"Poor fellow, no one cares about you anymore. ”

The old beggar sighed softly, touched a chicken paw from the table and handed it to the young man's mouth, "The old man still feels sorry for you, have you eaten enough, can you have some more?"

The young man was so embarrassed in his heart that he closed his eyes tightly, looking like he would rather die than obey!

He felt that his body's strength was recovering little by little, so he was patient

Zi waited quietly, waiting for the moment when he could get up from the ground, and beat this hateful old madman to death with a hard punch!

The old beggar smiled and raised his eyebrows at the ink man on the side.

The corners of Mo Ling's eyes twitched, and he felt more and more that the old beggar in front of him did not look like a serious formation master.

It's no wonder, after all, it's a person who cultivates the formation and trickery, where can he use common sense to judge?

He comforted himself like this.

"What kind of painting do you want to auction, are you interested?" Xiao Yu glanced at the circle of screens below, and asked indifferently, "If you are not interested, let's just withdraw!"

Mo Ling was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shouted: "I have it, I have it!

The old beggar next to him gave him a blank look, and said disdainfully: "You are interested, but do you have money?"

Mo Ling was stunned when he said this, and suddenly he was like a deflated ball, and his whole person withered.

What kind of price can a painting of the drunken fairy Julin Oiran be auctioned?

Mo Ling couldn't guess a specific number, but he saw that everyone in the entire intoxicating residence had a fanatical expression, and his eyes were full of strong admiration when he looked at Lin Xianruo on the stage.

Under the encouragement and leadership of Boss Wan, the atmosphere of the whole intoxicating residence has reached a peak again!

Looking at this formation, not to mention Lin Huakui's paintings, even anything she used casually can be auctioned for an incredible price!

Mo Ling swallowed his saliva and turned his gaze to Xiao Yu, revealing a little bit of hopeful brilliance.

"Why do you want to borrow money?" Xiao Yu glared at him, "You are really a wise hero, which eye can see that I am a rich man?"

"At the door just now, judging from the performance of that maid, don't you know Lin Huakui?" Mo Ling said cautiously, "I want to come to Nancheng in the past, you didn't miss her field, right?"

Xiao Yu thought to himself, I have been concentrating on cultivation in the past, where can I worry about these things?

"Xiao Yu, that's a painting made by Lin Huakui himself!"

With longing on his face, Mo Ling said urgently to Xiao Yu, "I don't ask you to lend me the money, even if you personally take a picture of it and lend it to me for a closer look, I am already satisfied!"

"You're crazy, you!" Xiao Yu looked at Mo Ling's soulless appearance and frowned, "A painting of a dusty woman, as for making you haunted by dreams like this?"

"But that's Lin Huaoan!"

Mo Ling let out a long sigh and said abruptly, "Don't you think she is very beautiful? Being able to enter this intoxicating house today is already something I don't dare to think of on a daily basis, but I can still have such close contact with her! I ......"

He paused, then sighed, a look of happiness and pain on his face.

"What's wrong with him?" Xiao Yu couldn't help but be startled when he looked at him.

The old beggar next to him smiled disdainfully and said slowly: "The so-called licking dog, but that's it, just feed him a chicken claw!"

After saying that, he grabbed the half-gnawed chicken feet and stuffed them into Mo Ling's mouth, which immediately frightened the latter into a hurry and recovered from that psychedelic and sluggish expression.

Xiao Yu sighed softly, and said quietly: "If it weren't for liking, who would want to be a licking dog?"

When Mo Ling heard him say such words, his heart suddenly rejoiced, and he asked happily, "Xiao Yu, can you understand my thoughts?!"

"I understand that your grandmother has a leg!" Xiao Yu's expression changed, and he shouted angrily, "Lao Tzu won't be a licking dog like you!"

He stretched out his hand

Referring to the fanatical drinkers upstairs and downstairs outside, he scolded Mo Ling bitterly:

"Look at their ugliness, before the Formation Mage Association, didn't you despise those brainless alchemists who showed off their wealth the most?

Mo Ling was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at Xiao Yu's hand, but seeing that the whole intoxicating dwelling was excited, everyone was lying on the railing, most of their bodies leaned out of the railing, and a thick pile of spiritual tickets was shaking in their hands.

They shouted and shouted, their eyes widened, and they looked at Lin Xianruo below and grinned.

It's as if it's not that painting that will be auctioned tonight, but Lin Xianruo himself!

Mo Ling looked at this scene in a daze, he saw the lewd smiles on the faces of those originally dignified nobles, and saw the boss Wan on the stage full of excitement, constantly catering to and encouraging the shouts of the drinkers.

He saw that Lin Xianruo in the center of the stage looked lonely, like a pear blossom that broke off its branches and fell into the water, floating helplessly.

"If you want to join them in this revelry, I can fulfill you now. ”

Xiao Yu's indifferent voice sounded, and with a wave of his hand, a thick stack of spirit tickets was placed on the table from the storage ring.

His words were like a stream of ice, flowing down Mo Ling's ears and into his heart, making him shiver fiercely!

"Fuck!"

Mo Ling's eyes suddenly burst into anger, and he suddenly stood up from his seat, stepped on the railing, and pointed at the shouting drinkers, and shouted, "You sanctimonious hypocrites, all of them are low!"

There was instant silence throughout the whole process.

The fanatical expressions froze on everyone's faces, and people turned their heads and stared blankly at the ink girl in the corner of the third floor, their eyes full of surprise.

Being watched by so many people, Mo Ling suddenly sobered up a little from his anger, and his face couldn't help but feel a little hot.

However, it is difficult for him to ride a tiger now, and he can't help himself to take another half step back.

"You ...... You're so noisy that you'll scare people Lin Kaoiran ......"

He plucked up the courage to speak, but both his voice and momentum were a little worse than just now.

Boss Wan in the audience looked at Mo Ling who came out to stir up the situation, and couldn't help frowning, and shouted angrily:

"What are you talking about? I think you all admire Lin Kaoiran's paintings, and you all like Lin Kaoiran, so you are so excited, where is it as unbearable as you said!"

"That's right, what are you yelling about, if you can't get used to it, get out of here!"

"Stinky boy, don't you have any money yourself, so you can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour?"

"I think eighty percent is like this, you see his poor appearance, and he is still wearing ...... The robe of the Alchemist Guild? His grandmother's, this kind of academic poor ratio, the Alchemist Guild grabbed a handful!"

Everyone, every word you say to me, is all ridicule and abuse of Mo Ling.

Xiao Yu sat on the chair and quietly watched Mo Ling's back tremble slightly, but didn't say anything.

The old beggar next to him glanced at Xiao Yu, then looked at Mo Ling, who was obviously angry, and grinned silently.

"Shut up!"

Before everyone could taunt Mo Ling, they heard the latter suddenly let out a violent shout!

He raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and pointed at the group of drinkers outside and scolded viciously: "You dog mongrel, you dare to say that you like Lin Huakui?

"Cheap!" he scolded, holding his head high, and pointed heavily at the faces of the drinkers outside, "a bunch of hypocrites!"

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