Princess Against the World

After spending a deposit of one hundred gold coins, he had to eat something to suppress his shock.

According to Liangzi, from the start of the auction to the end of the auction, guests are not allowed to touch the lot.

Baishengzhai has a full-time treasure appraiser in the warehouse to ensure that each lot is genuine before it is released from the warehouse. Once a guest takes a picture of the favorite treasure, there will be a guard of the Xuanba level to deliver the treasure to the buyer.

In other words, Ling Luoyu only had a chance to touch it after taking a picture of a smile.

Liangzi presented a picture album with respectful hands: "Third young master, Feng Dashao, this is the auction item that our Baishengzhai is going to auction today, the two young masters, please take a look... The little one is just outside the door, if there is anything, just call! "

Ling Luoyu bit the apple, waved casually to let him wait outside the door, got up and walked to the small terrace.

The layout of Baishengzhai is similar to that of the Opera House, with six floors up and down, and dozens of arched terraces are divided, which completely surround the hall downstairs.

In the middle of the hall, there is a high platform with a red satin carved wooden table, which should be the place where the auction items are placed.

Ling Luoyu's original intention was to make a move before turning to the stage with a smile on the screen, but now it seems that she has to find another way.

Feng Chenglin squeezed to her side, nibbling on the watermelon without any image.

"What are you looking at?"

Ling Luoyu wanted to perfunctory, but he jumped up like a ghost and pointed to a terrace on the third floor.

"Left...Miss Zuo..."

Ling Luoyu stared at it, only to see a purple shirt flashing by, but saw nothing.

"What Miss Zuo?"

"My daughter-in-law... not... my grandfather intends to tell my daughter-in-law..." Feng Chenglin Harazi is about to stay: "She is the daughter of Zuo Shilang, Miss Zuo Furong... Furong... What a beautiful name! "

The corners of Ling Luoyu's lips twitched, looking at Fatty Feng with a bit more disgust.

Do you know what self-knowledge is?

Zuo Furong, she has heard of it. She is not only beautiful, but also versatile.

She is proficient in everything, such as piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and embroidery. What's more, she has broken into the first level of Mysterious Spirit at a young age of fifteen.

Such a talented woman and beauty, how many sons and brothers are drooling, and his fat man even brazenly wants to take a shot.

"Damn fat man, you are so shameless! How can you blaspheme a stunning beauty like Miss Furong? I advise you to wash and sleep!"

Ling Luoyu's words made Feng Chenglin look a little sad for a moment.

"I know I'm not worthy of her... So I just thought about it in my heart! Do you think I really don't know how much I weigh?!"

Feng Chenglin's sadness made Ling Luoyu unbearable.

Heroes love beautiful women since ancient times. Although Feng Chenglin is at best a bear, he also has the right to pursue love.

"Fat fat man, what's the use of knowing how much you weigh? You have to let her know..."

Feng Chenglin raised his head in amazement: "What did you say?"

"Of course I confessed to her!"

"No, no! If she refuses, am I going to be embarrassed and thrown home?"

Ling Luoyu sneered: "You don't even have the spirit of DIAO, how can you get a goddess?"!

She grabbed Feng Chenglin's collar and dragged up: "Follow me..."

The third floor of Baishengzhai is a special floor for female guests. No man is allowed to enter unless they are allowed.