Lin Xianruo stood quietly on the stage.

Boss Wan on the side opened and closed his mouth, and as for what he said, she didn't listen to it at all.

There was endless noise and noise in her ears, and she raised her head and looked at the crazy men upstairs, everyone seemed to have the same face, and they all looked so hideous.

Gradually, she felt that her eyes were a little glazed, and her brain was groggy and she hung her head weakly.

In the drunken immortal residence in the southern city, there will never be such a shape, and the guests who can step into the drunken immortal residence are all polite to her, even if they really have a covetous heart for her in their hearts, they will hide it very well.

Where would it be like now, she stood on the stage, and together with her paintings, she became a commodity that could be bought and sold.

Even if it imitates the drunken immortal dwelling a hundred times here, it will only have its form in vain, and there is no god.

"It's so noisy. ”

Lin Xianruo sighed softly in his heart, and for a while he couldn't figure out why he came to such a place.

To put it simply, it's just a matter of making people up.

But suddenly a shout of rage pulled her out of her messy thoughts.

She saw the young man who was walking with Xiao Yu pointing at those stinky men and scolding angrily, with an unpretentious look of anger on his face.

What is that young man angry about?

Is it because of her?

Lin Xianruo was slightly stunned, and suddenly felt that the corner on the third floor at this moment was very different from the entire intoxicating residence.

Just a beggar already seemed so out of place, and the Mo Ling who stood up at this moment stood directly on the opposite side of the entire intoxicating house.

and, Xiao Yu, who was sitting there in the ancient well without waves......

Lin Xianruo smiled lightly.

In fact, she herself, isn't she out of place with this place?

Boss Wan next to him didn't notice Lin Xianruo's reaction, at this moment he was looking up at Mo Ling fiercely, wishing that this damn kid would quickly fall down and fall to his death.

"This friend, are you here to smash the scene today?" he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly to Mo Ling, "If you don't want to participate in the auction of paintings, you can leave by yourself, if your legs and feet are inconvenient, Wan Mou's subordinates also have men who can give you a hand!"

"Paintings, you deserve to mention paintings to me?" Mo Ling pointed at Boss Wan's nose, glared at his eyes and shouted loudly, "You ask these hypocrites, how many of them can understand what Lin Huakui is drawing?"

Boss Wan gritted his teeth: "You are all elegant people, when it comes to paintings, which one is not better than you, a wild boy!"

Mo Ling snorted coldly, and looked up at everyone: "Then I want to ask you elegant people, what is the painting made by Lin Huakui!"

Under his question, all the drinkers were stunned, and then looked at each other, and their mouths were hesitant.

At this time, no one dared to look at Mo Ling, he looked around, and no one said why.

When Lin Xianruo on the stage saw this scene, the corners of his mouth flashed a wry smile, but he quickly disappeared.

"Hmph! I keep saying I like it, but I don't even know what people have drawn!"

There was a look of disdain in Mo Ling's eyes, and he spat at the ground, "I'm down!"

He looked at Boss Wan on the stage again and shouted, "Boss Wan, are you tall or not?"

Boss Wan was stunned for a moment, and when he caught a glimpse of Lin Xianruo next to him, he couldn't help but be anxious.

Damn, how did he know what kind of dog was painted on the screen?

"Lin Huakui has great intentions, I ...... I don't see enough, it's hard to get a glimpse of it......" he replied hesitantly.

After listening to him, Lin Xianruo smiled politely and didn't say anything more.

Boss Wan knew that Lin Xianruo's impression of him must have dropped another level at this moment, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of anger in his heart.

"Sure enough, the boss who opened the building, who can have anything to do with Gao Ya?" Mo Ling smiled disdainfully and said disdainfully.

"In that case, then I'm going to see it!" Boss Wan said coldly at Mo Ling, "What do you think of Lin Huakui's paintings?"

As his words fell, many drinkers shouted along with Boss Wan.

"Yes, you pretentious guy, what are you arrogant!"

"We can't see it, can you see it like this? What are you kidding!"

"Come on, come on, let's all stick our ears up and see what this guy can spit out of his mouth!"

Everyone, you say a word, look at Mo Ling and say fiercely, his eyes can't wait to swallow one mouthful!

Mo Ling smiled faintly, retracted his legs from the railing, and put his hands behind his back, posing in a dashing appearance.

"Contemptible people are not talented, how much can they still recognize, the painting made by Lin Huakui is a picture of a cuckoo crying blood!"

The whole drunken house was silent for a while, and those drinkers didn't know whether what Mo Ling said was true or false, so they had to look towards Lin Huakui on the stage.

They saw a slight look of surprise in Lin Xianruo's eyes, looked at Mo Ling in surprise, and nodded slightly.

"He's right, it's indeed a cuckoo crying blood. ”

The intoxicating dwelling, which was already without movement, fell into absolute silence completely.

There are no less than 100 people in the whole intoxicating residence, but only Mo Ling is the only one who speaks of the fame in Lin Huakui's paintings.

For a while, all the eyes present converged on Mo Ling, but this time there was no embarrassment on his face, but a confident smile.

"Uh! this kid is more addicted than pretending!"

The corners of the old beggar's mouth curled, and he turned his head to Xiao Yu and said, "Pick up what the old man said and go to learn and sell it, it's okay, it's very smart!"

Xiao Yu smiled indifferently, looked at Mo Ling's straight back, and saw that Lin Xianruo's eyes were somewhat different from others when he looked at Mo Ling, and he felt a little relieved at the moment.

Being a dog has no future, and it will not end well.

If you want to attract the attention of the goddess, you must stand out from the crowd.

Xiao Yu sighed secretly in his heart, poor young man, you must understand his good intentions!

Fueling the troubles, he silently watched Mo Ling, looking like a pleased old father.

On the stage, Boss Wan didn't expect Mo Ling to really see the paintings made by Lin Xianruo, and he was in the limelight, and he couldn't help but feel jealous and hateful in his heart.

He saw that Lin Xianruo on the side looked at Mo Ling's gaze a little softer, and he was suddenly jealous!

"Damn wild boy!" he cursed in his heart, forcibly holding back the urge to call someone over and beat Mo Ling up.

If he wants to clean up this offspring, he still has a way!

"This friend is really as wise as a torch, and he must have studied a lot in calligraphy and painting. ”

Boss Wan smiled on his face, and praised Mo Ling, "Lin Huakui can have such a discerning admirer as you, I think she must be very happy in her heart." ”

Mo Ling listened to Boss Wan's praise, and couldn't help but feel a little complacent, especially when he heard him mention Lin Huakui, he subconsciously looked at Lin Xian Ruo on the stage.

Lin Xianruo smiled slightly, and bowed to him from afar.

This scene immediately made many people envious in their hearts, and they looked at Mo Ling's eyes with jealousy.

If the old man didn't guess wrong, the next sentence of the surnamed Wan would definitely be to ask this stupid boy to buy the painting. The corners of the old beggar's mouth curled, and he whispered to Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu listened to the old beggar's words, glanced at Boss Wan downstairs, and just smiled faintly.

The old beggar looked at him with a successful appearance, laughed twice, and said no more.

Sure enough, the Boss Wan smiled and said slowly to Mo Ling: "Since Your Excellency admires this picture of the cuckoo crying blood so much, why don't you buy this painting?"

Mo Ling listened to his words, and his face was not stunned.

Where did he get the money?

Even when he entered this intoxicating center today, he was stained with Xiao Yu's light.

Seeing that Mo Ling was silent, Boss Wan sneered twice in his heart, and pretended to be puzzled on the surface.

"This friend, why did you suddenly stop talking? Don't you look down on this painting by Lin Huakui?"

Mo Ling panicked for a moment, and hurriedly said, "How come? I like this painting so much! I just ......"

He slurred and didn't know how to say it.

He just didn't have any money......

Everyone looked at Mo Ling's appearance, and they already guessed that he must be so speechless because of his shyness.

They instantly seemed to be injected with stimulants, and everyone's eyes shone with excitement again!

"I said that I admired people's families, but I didn't even want to sell a painting of others, it's really a little family!"

"That's right! Although I don't know much about this cuckoo crying blood picture made by Lin Huakui, I am really willing to buy it and put it at home for a good time to figure out and study! ”

"Actually, we all understand that this kid just has no money! I really don't know how he got into the drunken house and pretended to be here!"

Everyone seized this opportunity and began to mock Mo Ling, bound to return all the suffocation they had just suffered to the latter!

Mo Ling listened to their harsh words, and opened his mouth weakly, but he couldn't say anything to defend himself.

Those people were right, he just didn't have any money.

Even if he sells his entire home, the amount of money he gets may not be as much as the price of a meal in this drunken house.

He subconsciously looked towards Lin Xianruo, who was quietly watching him with a pair of beautiful eyes.

Maybe there was no superfluous meaning in Lin Xianruo's eyes, but Mo Ling felt that her gaze was extremely dazzling at this moment, which made him suddenly breathe quickly and at a loss.

For a moment, the embarrassed god returned to his face.

"It turns out that I am shy in my pocket!" Boss Wan smiled disdainfully, and said nonchalantly, "In that case, please keep your mouth shut, and you don't come to bid for Lin Huakui's paintings, so you are embarrassed to make a big deal here?"

Mo Ling listened to him, pursed his lips, and sat back in his seat gloomily.

Everyone laughed, and once you said a word, you began to mock and abuse him again.

"Okay, let's ignore him, let's continue our bidding! I thought he was a great character, hey!

Boss Wan smiled disdainfully and withdrew his gaze.

His words reached Mo Ling's ears, and immediately made his face pale and his lips tremble.

However, at this moment, a very discordant voice suddenly sounded in the drunken house.

"I guess that's the end of the auction. ”

Xiao Yu slowly got up from his seat, his eyes widened, not angry and arrogant.

"Lin Xianruo's painting, I have it. ”