It’s a bit unaccustomed to be a supporting role for the first time [Quick Transmigration]

The City Lord's Mansion of Que City.

Mu Han sat quietly, staring straight at the beads in his hand.

"What are you hesitating about? Now that you have obtained Juliu Beads, why don't you break through the bottleneck sooner?" Lang Ming, the current martial arts leader, sat upright, with a look of hatred on his face.

Mu Han clutched the cold beads, his expression a little downcast.

"Why isn't he with me?"

Lang Ming was confused: "Who is it?"

Mu Han didn't hide anything: "Lu Er."

Lang Ming patted the table with raised eyebrows, "What on earth are you thinking? He has nothing to do with the leader of the Demon Cult. Now people in the Jianghu are spreading their habit of breaking sleeves. Why are you messing around with it? "

Seeing Mu Han's deafness, Lang Ming's expression became serious, "I won't interfere too much with whomever you associate with, as long as it doesn't affect the ultimate goal. But in order to get the position of the next leader , your martial arts must break through. Half a year will be the martial arts conference, if you still look like this before that, then don't blame me for being rude."

"Don't forget, I didn't let Mu Yuntian adopt you to let you indulge."

Lang Ming left in a cold air.

Mu Han frowned slightly, a little sad, this kind of emotion is very strange, it can make the chest tight.

If it was Lu Er, he would definitely not treat me like this.

Mu Han said silently in his heart, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this time, the Yaowang Valley is full of chickens and dogs, breaking the peace of the past, and it can be called a miasma.

Linse squatted in pain at the door of the hut. In front of her was a crude medicine stove. Thick green smoke came out of the stove, and the smell was very strange.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, after being hugged by thick smoke, she is almost ruined.Lin Se, who was originally white and tender as jade, now has a face covered with black smoke and dust, and she can't see anything from the long black dress on her body, but from a distance, this lump of black looks like everything except a human being.

"I asked myself more than once, what did I do wrong? Why doesn't the whole Demon Cult treat me as a woman?" Linse muttered to herself, feeling confused about life.

Jiuli came out of the house with a plate of small mountain fruits, and replied with a smile: "It's natural, the entire Demon Cult regards you as a mascot." Then he handed the small mountain fruits to Linse, "Wash these Go ahead, practice more, and save others from saying that mascots are useless."

Lindsay: "..."

Seeing Lin Se walking away angrily with the small fruit plate, Jiuli entered the house with the burnt medicine stove.

The room was quiet and poorly furnished, with only tables and stools and a pile of bottles and cans, and one compartment was blocked by a screen.

Jiuli held the medicine stove in one hand, and picked through the pile of bottles a few times with the other, and finally walked around the screen slowly with a few small bottles.

Inside the compartment was a huge wooden cylinder filled with hot water.

Jiuli poured the brought in into the bucket one by one in an orderly manner, as if he was cooking soup. His brows were furrowed and his face was sad, as if he was thinking about the lack of some condiments.

"Xie Qingyu, is your clothes sticking to your body? Is it so difficult to take off?" Jiuli said lightly, feeling that the speed of "seasoning" was too slow, which greatly delayed the process.

Xie Qingyu moaned and moved out from behind the curtain, with a displeased expression on her face, "Can I wear an underwear?"

"Do you need me to help you take it off?" Jiuli raised his eyes and gave Xie Qingyu a cold look.

There was no room for negotiation, Xie Qingyu was very upset, her baby face was almost wrinkled into a bun face, "Take it off, just take it off." Then she pulled off all the clothes boldly, and threw them on the ground fiercely.

Jiuli paused for a moment, put the medicine stove in his hand aside indifferently, without looking at Xie Qingyu, and said calmly, "Sit in."

Xie Qingyu, who was still full of anger, lost his energy all of a sudden, and he sat down in the wooden barrel cowardly, surprisingly honest.The "hot soup" that has been filled with many things has begun to bubble, and the color has gradually changed from transparent to dark blue, and then slowly solidified to black.

The black potion warmly wrapped the hideous slit on the boy's back, and penetrated through the bloody hole where the bones were deep. The severe pain made Xie Qingyu tremble uncontrollably. Beads of sweat appeared on his pale face. It was bitten by myself, showing a faint red color, and did not make the slightest sound.

Jiuli leaned against the wooden barrel and stared at him quietly, then suddenly stretched out his fingers and gently rubbed the boy's lips, with a gentle voice: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Xie Qingyu raised the corner of her mouth lightly, revealing a canine tooth.

The third watch had arrived, and Belvedere fell into darkness, shed its layers of glitz, and fell asleep peacefully.

"Dang, clang, clang." From the street came the sound of a watchman beating a gong.

All the candles in the hall of the Moon Building suddenly went out, leaving only a huge moonstone on the top of the building shining dimly.

A man in black came onto the stage carrying a round drum. He stood silently in front of the round drum, holding a drumstick in his hand.

A few more people came out one after another, and they worked together to move out the items to be auctioned tonight. There were only three of them, and they were all covered with a black cloth.

The first one was a long box, which was placed in the middle of the table. The man with the drumstick hit the drum head hard. The sound of the drum was dull, and the listeners panicked.

There was a coldness of compassion hidden in Lu Er's eyes, "It's a human skin drum."

"I've seen this man before, he seems to be called Wei Zheng." Hua Buwen leaned lazily by the window, "He used to work in the criminal department of the imperial court and was in charge of extorting confessions by torture. Later, he was executed because he was involved in a murder case."

Hua Buwen chuckled, "It's kind of interesting, a person who was supposed to be dead is standing here."

Lu Er: "What murder?"

Hua Buwen: "One family was slaughtered, 27 people were slaughtered, even the animals were not spared."

The man on the stage stood straight, with regular facial features, and a mole on the tip of his nose.

"They were all peeled off alive."

With peaceful eyes, Wei Zheng said loudly, "The first treasure tonight is the Dragon Chanting Sword."

This sword is a rare weapon that wandered in the secret realm many years ago. After being taken out of the secret realm, it was snatched again. The strange thing is that all the people who fought for it died under this sword. The blade was soaked in blood for many years. Become a ghost blade.

This sword disappeared until now, but suddenly appeared in the black market.

"Thousands of dollars are the bottom line. If you are interested, please bid."

Yu Luo, he uncovered the tight black cloth covering, it was an open sword box, inside was a simple and simple silver sword, at first glance there was nothing unusual, it was no different from ordinary swords.

Wei Zheng picked up the sword and swung it twice, and bright red blood lines began to flow on the sword, and the breath of death rushed to his face.

At this time, a strip of cloth hangs from the screen leaf, with a black brush wrapped around it.

The guests in the Accord need to write the amount of money they want to pay on this cloth, and then the people in the black market will make statistics, and the highest bidder will get it.

Different from bidding in the ordinary sense, this is not a competition between you and me, but a blind competition.

Under this rule, people who want to get a strange item don't know the price written by others, so they will choose to write at the highest price.

Such a shameless bidding method is indeed the style of the black market.

A little bit of time passed, and the strip of cloth had been taken back.

Wei Zheng beat the human skin drum again.

"The second treasure, the fire lin poisonous insect."

Hua Buwen shook his wine glass, his eyes were cold: "It's really in the black market."

Wei Zheng uncovered the second black cloth, which was a transparent crystal box, and the creature inside was lying quietly in the corner, motionless.

Huolin Poisonous Insect, the king of poison in the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, is covered with red scales. Its body is like a fat silkworm chrysalis. The two gray tentacles on the head hang softly on both sides. The tip of the tail is transparent, and the inside is faint. Jojo hid a ray of flame.

Wei Zheng explained: "Once the fire lin poisonous insects reach the season of Mengqiu, they will fall into dormancy and will not affect their consumption."

Lu Er was surprised: "...Eat it?"

Hua Buwen's expression is unpredictable: "Although it is the poison king, only the tip of the tail is highly poisonous. The other parts are tender and delicious, plump and juicy, and have the effect of strengthening yang and shaping the face."

.......

The cloth strip landed again, and Lu Er quickly picked up a pen and wrote a few words.

Hua Buwen: "...Didn't you already write that sword? Why do you want this?"

Lu Er: "I want them all."

The corners of Hua Buwen's mouth twitched, "I understand the Dragon Chanting Sword, whoever you bought it for, right? Who are you going to give this impotence bug to? Or do you use it yourself?"

Lu Er was puzzled: "Then who is who?"

Hua Buwen turned her head irritably: "Love so and so."

The third drum beat sounded.

Wei Zheng paused for a moment, and said slowly: "This last treasure has never appeared in the Moon Chasing Tower, the ultimate in the upper realm of comprehension, the furnace cauldron."

Although there was no obvious sound, the entire Yueyue Building was agitated.

Lu's ear sank, hoping it wasn't what he thought.

Wei Zheng walked towards the last and largest object, and he and another person worked together to lift the black cloth away.

It is an iron cage.

Curled up in the cage was a naked woman, her complexion was snow-white, and her long black and beautiful hair hung on the ground, covering her cheeks.

Huge chains bound her ankles, and the iron chains tightly bound her flesh, which was covered with bruises.

The woman had been locked in the darkness for too long, and the dazzling light hit her, as if she had been burned, and she groaned in pain from the depths of her throat.

Hua Buwen's face was icy cold, and phoenix eyes filled with brutal murderous intent, he got up and was about to rush to the stage.

"The cage is full of traps. If she doesn't have the key and breaks it forcibly, she will die immediately." Lu Er held him tightly. ..."

Hua Buwen calmed down a little, he interrupted Lu Er: "Do you know where the key is?"

Lu Er: "Don't worry, I'll get it soon."

The faint scent of aloes came slowly, and Huabuwen Muran, who was stiff all over, felt a burst of warmth. Lu Er, who was carefully tugging on his sleeves, gently hugged him, and his smooth black hair slid across Nose, itchy.

It was the first time for the two big men to hug, awkward but full of warmth.