"Wow!" At the same time as he suddenly exclaimed, Goodwin also jumped back, and then was slightly stunned for a moment before he hurriedly bowed in the direction of the woman, the expression on his face was very overjoyed, "Beautiful lady, allow me to express my sincerest gratitude for your reward!"

There was an immediate burst of enthusiastic laughter from the audience, and the red-clothed host who was bathed in it also laughed, smiled and brought the things in his hand to his face and took a deep breath, looking intoxicated.

"Huh?!" After a while, the vain shrill female voice also laughed, with a staccato moan in the laughter, "uh~~......! Come on, you're definitely much more useful than the stupid hat on stage who wears red clothes and can only move his mouth. ”

Now the others laughed even more exaggeratedly, and the face of the satirized host and auctioneer changed, and he opened his mouth as if he was about to choke back, but at this time, one of the assistants standing behind the curtain coughed, and he seemed to turn into a ball of Xie Lei, so he had to let the bright smile bloom on his face again.

When the scene became less heated again, he coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, and then raised the parchment in his hand above his head again, "Actually, when I first saw this thing, I only used it as a butt wipe, and that's how it was at the time,"

After a pause, the auctioneer slammed the parchment to the ground and pointed at it with the other hand with a look of disgust, "Oh shit, who would want this kind of thing! No one wants to buy the whole map, and half of it?!I-"

Saying that, Goodwin even had to raise his leg to step on it, of course, the hard falling foot board did not step on the remnant picture on the ground, and after stepping on it for a while, he seemed to have suddenly discovered something, his eyes widened, and he knelt on the ground and picked up the remnant picture, and screamed, "Oh! What did I see? I actually saw ......!!"

The screams rang out, the sparse sounds of the scene almost disappeared, and the buyers seemed to be aroused by the curiosity of this pretentious performance.

The fragile silence lasted only a few breaths before the auctioneer himself was on his knees, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the guests in the audience, the expression on his face could not tell whether it was horror or surprise, and his tone was low and slow, revealing a strange feeling, "I saw it on the back, it was written...... A golden name......"

After a long pause, there was an unexpected, yet expected, name, "Hader Arroly." ”

The scene fell silent again, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Al whispered to the misty-eyed and unsteady breath of 92, "I almost guessed correctly, hey, what is the relationship between this Harder Aroli and Hardy Aroli alloy?"

"Boom, whoop, whoop...... Legend has it that he was the one who made the first piece of Harbin, and the name of this alloy was also taken from him, ......

After hurriedly giving an answer, No. 92, who seemed to be competing with the monster in his arms, opened his mouth and pounced again, as if he was stubborn.

Although theoretically, it would take longer if a man's attention was distracted, but with the strong stimulation of the new outfit, this time should be shortened again," ...... Whoosh...... Actually, you don't have to be patient!"

In response, there was only an absent-minded muffled grunt, so the pace of swallowing increased slightly again, but it was clear that she had done her best.

......

The noise that erupted from the front row of the booths broke the silence that did not last long, and it seemed that from the beginning to the present, the people in the back row and the second floor have not made any noise.

Someone asked what else was written on the picture other than the name.

Some people say that it is impossible, this is not a recipe, but a fragment of a treasure map, and even if Had Arrolli wants to save the recipe, what is the purpose of writing his name on the back of the map?

Some people directly say that this is fake, and there is naturally the "beautiful lady" among them.

Goodwin seemed to be prepared for this, and a big smile bloomed on his face, and he slowly stood up with a smile, and slowly walked to the auction table, as if intending to wait quietly for the moment when the overwhelming sound ebbed like the other table.

However, before the sound began to show the slightest sign of low tide, he suddenly pointed to a private room on the second floor and shouted, "Haha...... The guest in the No. 3 private room has raised his card!"

Limited to the structure of the booth, the person sitting inside can't see the picture behind him if he doesn't run outside, but it doesn't matter if he doesn't see this kind of thing, even if Goodwin, the auctioneer and host, is in a hurry to control the situation, he will not choose to tell the lie that buyers can puncture with a twist of the head if they take two steps forward.

That is to say, someone really raised the card, when the auctioneer has not yet made an offer.

The sound soon began to recede, and at the same time, No. 92, who was already spilling a little beads of sweat on his body, suddenly loosened his grip on the stubborn giant in his arms, panting like a long-distance runner who had just stopped walking, "Mr. Cook - ahem......" The stirred sticky saliva not only caused a cough, but also made her voice a little hoarse, "I have to be ready to raise a sign for you, so let's pause for a moment." ”

Before she could get the answer, she knelt down and took two small steps back to stand up, because of this slightly rapid movement, the pair of inner cliffs seemed to be rubbed with fat powder snow rabbits to regain their vitality, jumping up and down and not lively.

And the black hip-wrapping skirt that had not had time to tear off was still taut at its original height, and underneath it was the absolute airspace that seductively fled, the pure white that pierced the heart.

The lace is finely crushed, convex and concave and wet.

People can't help but want to touch it lightly, or even rub it to play.

Their owner reached for the partition at the top of the booth and pulled out a roller in a dim blur.

The other end of the stick is connected to a white medallion the size of a basin, eye-catching, holding up this sign, it is equivalent to adding a price along the default ladder, or you can always hold the price quickly to the point that others can not accept it, in addition to this, you can also shout the price verbally, but that is usually after the vast majority of people are silently pressed by the white card.

After getting it, the receptionist licked her lips, showed a smile that belonged to the female beast, smiled and turned around and knelt on the mat, in order to let the hands that leaned out of the booth be flexible and timely to lift the sign, she could only use her elbows and knees as support, fortunately, the mat was big enough, otherwise the loss of control that might occur later would have to wear out the four delicate skins.

Because of this position, the white of the black underneath, which was a cut higher than his shoulders, was completely revealed in front of Al's eyes, and he could see the round silhouette that had begun to sway slowly, as well as the black and white junction lines, and the moist ravines.

The only piece of white cloth on the receptionist's body was tightly attached to it, glowing with water and overflowing with fragrance.

I don't know which bug-filled guy designed these new costumes, they are green leaves that set off flowers, and they are the tail flakes that tickle the tip of the nose of sleeping beasts.

The beast's thoughts were interrupted by a shrill muffled sound.

Boom!

On the display area in front, the man in red suddenly waved the wooden hammer in his hand towards the auction table beside him, and then chased the tail of the sound and shouted, "The starting price is 600 gold coins, and the price increase is not less than 50 pieces each time, then the No. 3 distinguished guest, 650 is ...... at a time."

The tide receded, leaving only sparse speech and muffled humming, and the auctioneer seemed to be ignited by something, his body language gradually becoming more intense, and his voice became more and more high-pitched, "...... Is there a higher bid? Is there a ?......?"

No. 92 immediately turned his head to look back, his eyes were inquiring, but he found that the other party did not look at the auctioneer at all, but just lowered his eyes, staring directly at the delicate flowers, the edge of the lace, she swung to the left, and those eyes moved to the left, and to the right, they moved to the right, but they didn't just look at it, as if they were completely stunned.

Generally speaking, no matter how unpopular the auctioned thing is, it is unlikely to be bought after the first round of bidding, and the auctioneer must always retain some means of adjustment.

So even if the chick buyer wanted to buy it, there was nothing to rush about, she chuckled and slowly twisted her hips, like a dangling man swinging a fishing rod to tease the fish.

After a few swings, the second bidder appeared.

“...... And- No. 2!!" Goodwin raised his voice again, "No. 2 guest bids 700! Is there anything more-hey No. 93! Guest No. 93 bids 750 gold coins! The competition is fierce—No. 2! 800 ......."

The competition was unexpectedly fierce, Hade Arrolli was just a guy who didn't know how many years he had been dead, and everyone was going for the Hagang formula, but in fact, the connection between this residual image and [Hagan formula] was just the name of this person, and Goodwin didn't even make any explanation for this, this guy completely handed over the right to associate or fantasize about the value of the residual image to the bidder.

This fantasy is almost groundless, but nothing is absolute, and no matter how small the odds are, it is "possible".

Different people, the balance used to measure things in their hearts is different, some people always live like years, but some people feel that every minute and every second of life is precious, this "possibility" is just like their "every minute and every second", worth thousands of gold.

It's not that "possibility" and "time" are too expensive, it's that money is too cheap for them.

“...... The situation is gradually becoming clearer, and it is now the time for the No. 93 and No. 2 distinguished guests......"

The fierce battle outside still does not affect the people in booth 92.

Because the serf who was staring at the fragrant nectar did not feel the pain of life, nor did he feel that every minute and second of life was precious, for him, time without content was meaningless, and without that rosy glitter, all content seemed to cease to exist.

......

Besides, the starting price of 600 gold coins has nothing to do with the little money in his pocket.

"Mr. Cook?" chuckled as 92 quietly withdrew a hand, and it passed through the two inverted snow-capped peaks that had almost rubbed against the mat, and swam along the base of the mountain into the darkness, where it slanted upwards against the stretchy black fabric.

Slowly, slowly, it burrowed into the sight of the person behind it, touching the only white cloth that covered the fragrance and moisture, and then it was confused, probably confused as to why this white had become hazy, translucent, lost in the shallow white ditch, back and forth, unable to find a way out.

After wandering around a few times, it seemed to be frightened by the newly overflowing source of life, and increased its strength in fright, and pressed it lightly, and pressed it out a sound that was enough to wake up the sleeping beast, "uh~~......"

The little hand was immediately ripped apart and replaced by a large, hot, rough hand, which, unlike the former, was fond of water, and of this white haze made of fine silk, silky and warm.

"Ho ......"

......

The white-hot battle on the field finally ended with the concession of the No. 93 booth, which was a little unexpected, and among all of them, the most unexpected, perhaps the winner in the No. 2 private room, because in fact, when the price of the remnant picture was topped to 1600 gold coins, that person should have already had the idea of retreating, which can be felt from the speed of his response.

Film's side always raises his cards as soon as his price is refreshed, which seems to be inevitable, and the people in the No. 2 private room did the same at first, but then they began to slow down, the slowest time, Goodwin was almost down the hammer, as long as Filmin added a little more, the residual picture would definitely be his.

But after that, this guy suddenly fell silent, so that people had to suspect that the person sitting in the No. 93 booth was a low-level price raiser.

If it weren't for the roundness and slippery nature of his hands, Al would have run over and ask a good question about this question, and the answer to this question would probably be yes.

Silk absorbs water well, but still, the bubbling stream makes the fabric at the bottom of the triangle appear too little.

The fragrance that went beyond the zero threshold spread down the inner side of the slightly separated absolute realm, wetting not only the upper half of the stockings, but also the seductive chant in the booth.

The little hand reappeared, with a hint of urgency, but it did not pull at the tight hem or tear off the whole wet silk.

Instead, he danced along the stream, tapping quickly but gracefully between his fingers, cruising to the source of the stream, and then, at a very unexpected angle, his fingertips gently teased the white hazy path that obediently leaned on the soft lips to the side!

"Whoop......"

"Mr. Cook," No. 92 looked back, his eyes silky, "is it pretty?"