Baby you've been counted

053 This is just a story from the Arabian Nights...

The man who was hung in the middle of the round platform, although he could only see the right half of his face exposed outside the mask, could clearly see the resolute and unyielding expression on his face, completely lacking the flattery that a Class B auction item should have and humble

Han Bei'er looked at the man in the middle of the round platform with complicated eyes, who was hung there by the extremely thin steel wires.

It's a world she's never seen, almost unheard of

In her world before, there were only flowers, sunshine, and beauty. She never thought that there was such a dark world underground

"Ren Qingcheng, am I dreaming?" Han Beier murmured

Everything in front of me is so incredible

Ren Qingcheng glanced at her, but didn't make a sound.

"Why didn't anyone come to rescue him?" Han Beier stared closely at the man hanging on the stage

"The people who come here are all voluntary." Ren Qingcheng said lightly: "They are all people without status just like the auction items. In order to achieve a certain purpose, they voluntarily sold themselves to the Palace of the Night. Only the stunning virgins , can become the auction items of the Dark Night Palace, and those who are relatively mediocre in appearance are only eligible to become the B-type auction items here, for people to enjoy. , in a real sense, both the auction item and the Class B auction item are already dead."

"It's all voluntary?" Han Bei'er raised her eyebrows sarcastically, "Are they all 'voluntary' like me?"

Ren Qingcheng was taken aback by Han Beier's question

"I don't know what's going on with you either. It's probably because something went wrong. However, those who can't leave the Dark Night Palace are those who have no identity. Since you are the eldest lady of the Han Group, as long as you prove your identity, It shouldn't be hard for you to get out of here."

After talking with Ren Qingcheng for so long, I finally heard him say something human

Han Beier let out a sigh of relief, she wished she could disappear here immediately

Let her stay here for the rest of her life, she would rather die now!

While Han Beier was talking with Ren Qingcheng, the man with the whip in his hand had already swung his whip towards the Category B auction item.

With the loud sound of the whip, a long bloodstain bloomed on the chest of the second-class auction item

Han Beier took a breath and grabbed Ren Qingcheng's arm

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