domestic hell grinder

The pale complexion formed a striking contrast with the dots of blood on the shirt.Yin Zhao gritted his teeth to force himself to ignore the broken glass remaining in his body as much as possible, and shifted his attention to his current situation.

He greeted the brim of the black hat eight hundred times in his heart before he accepted the fact that he was in an underground auction house.

Not only that, but itself is a commodity.

Through the huge cage that locked him, Yin Zhao stared at the wine glasses in people's hands, and the dim light dripped into it lightly, making his eyes ache for a while.Yin Zhao's gaze moved upwards slowly, and he couldn't see clearly, not one of them clearly - the upper half of their faces were all wearing various masks.

Pretend, pretend.Yin Zhao secretly cursed.He didn't know what he had to sell, unless... Yin Zhao suddenly remembered a certain sentence from Yue Ling, and his heart skipped a beat.

He probably guessed the identity of the black brim, it should be someone similar to a ghost dealer.

Yin Zhao subconsciously pressed his heart, trying to find a sense of security from Yue Ling's talisman.

right!Yue Ling!And Yue Ling!Yin Zhao's eyes brightened slightly, and he tried to widen his eyes to scan through the crowd.

No, Yin Zhao lowered his head distractedly. There were too many disturbing factors in this place, and Yue Ling might not be able to sense it.

Besides, it's unknown how many gods and monsters there are in the audience. Even if Yue Ling came, would he be able to fight alone?After Yin Zhao sighed heavily, he felt the wound hurt even more.

Xiacheng, Xiacheng.Yin Zhao finally understood Yue Ling's slightly weird smile before leaving.

A burst of scorching heat swept across the top of his head, but Yin Zhao just raised his eyelids and was forced to close them instantly - the dazzling light was sweeping towards him at this moment.

"Today's first product is a special arrangement~ Fresh living dead objects, also commonly known as ghosts, do not have any attack power, and are very suitable for taking home as pets..."

Yin Zhao looked at the host coldly, wanting to see what else he could come up with.

It's just that the enthusiastic reaction from the audience made him have to hang his head and try his best to bear it.

"The starting price is fifty ounces of gold!"

so expensive?Yin Zhao was in a daze for a moment before realizing that this was not something he should care about.

However, Yin Zhao's depression and the blood all over his body did not know which point of excitement the guests had hit, and their enthusiasm was not low.

"Sixty for the first time."

"First time at eighty! Second time at eighty!"

"One hundred times!"

......

When the host finished calling "one hundred and five second times", Yin Zhao's heart rose to his throat when he knocked the unbeaten auction hammer in his hand, and it was about to pop out——

"Three hundred ounces."

The clear voice was like a stone falling into still water, and the noise level on the field plummeted.

When Yin Zhao heard the sound of "three hundred ounces", his whole body froze.He raised his head slowly, looking for the bidder—the eyes exposed by the cold silver-white metal mask were looking at him quietly, like a fairy in the dark night.

Yue... Yue Ling!

Yin Zhao suddenly felt that Yue Ling's long hair looked extraordinarily bright and soft under the light tonight.

He still thinks that everyone on the field is pretending, except Yue Ling.

The host's voice became more and more excited: "Three hundred ounces for the first time!"

"Four hundred." This time it came from an unknown corner.

The half of Yue Ling's face under the mask showed no waves: "Six hundred."

When Yin Zhao looked at Yue Ling, his eyes almost turned into stars.

The person who had bid up to four hundred before appeared beside Yue Ling in an instant. He looked at Yue Ling carefully, and then showed an extremely sly smile, as if provocative: "Seven hundred."

Yue Ling also glanced back at the other party, slightly hooked her thin lips, and said slowly: "Here you are."

Although the voice was soft, it was caught by Yin Zhao's ears.He looked at the calm and indifferent Yue Ling in disbelief, but couldn't say a word.

...Ah, this... Am I not your caring little padded jacket?

Yin Zhao began to think about what would happen if Wuchang abandoned the ghost-in fact, it didn't seem to be.

Except for Yin Zhao who stepped from heaven to hell within 1 minute, the man who had previously bid with Yue Ling also froze.

After the three hammers were finalized, Yin Zhao's eyes were filled with Yue Ling's leaving figure, and his eyes dimmed instantly, losing all the light.

On the way to be led away, Yin Zhao was too lazy to speak, just sat in the car numbly.

Until the man pinched his chin with great interest: "It seems that seven hundred is not a loss."

Without warning, Yin Zhao raised his hand and brushed off his mask. He didn't have time to care about the hand stabbed by the corners of the mask, but just stared at the man's face quietly—it was so handsome and feminine, but when he opened his mouth, It destroys this beauty.

"Ah, wild enough." The man didn't seem sullen.

Yin Zhao sneered, and then struggled to break his chin away.

The man also laughed, and said in a charming tone: "I think it's more fun if you do this."

"You are sick?"

The man chuckled a few times, and then stopped teasing him.

Yin Zhao suspected that he was really going to become a ghost, otherwise why would he always have the urge to bite people now.

When he calmed down, he carefully calculated the difference between [-] ounces and [-] ounces, thinking about why Yue Ling gave up so simply.

After thinking about it, he could only come to one conclusion——Yue Ling didn't want an oil bottle anymore.

Desperate things, as long as you give them a crack, they will get in unscrupulously and devour his heart.

Yin Zhao's movement was fully seen by the man on the side, and he suddenly became interested again, and approached Yin Zhao's face; "I used to think that ghosts were like dead trees, but I didn't expect there to be such vivid ones. I really want to see the last one□□ Who is your man?"

Without any thought, Yin Zhao retorted subconsciously: "My brother is not as dirty as you say."

The man froze for a moment, then laughed a few times.

"Sick." Yin Zhao whispered.

Yin Zhao watched the dark night sinking through the car window, feeling depressed for a while.He didn't come back to his senses until the scenery outside the car stopped, but he was dragged down the next moment.

If seeing Yue Ling's villa at that time was peace of mind when the dust had settled, now seeing the man's manor Yin Zhao just felt gloomy.

There is still a long distance from the gate, and wherever the man goes, street lights will automatically light up with a wave of his hand.Just as he was about to wake up the last lamp—the street lamp turned on by itself.

The faint light reflected on Yue Ling's body, giving him an unreal sense of emptiness.

Yin Zhao broke away from the man's hand and rubbed his eyes several times, but he didn't cry out.

"Long time no see." Yue Ling took off his mask with one hand, "Ling An."

The man named Ling An's eyes lit up: "Yue Ling, you are finally here."

Yin Zhao:?How could it be this development...

However, doubts quickly replaced the joy on Ling An's face: "Yue Ling, am I right? You just bid with me...is it you?!"

Yue Ling barely exerted any force, and the mask shattered in his hands: "Give me back the man, okay?"

Ling An sneered; "This is a creature of the underworld, which is a little strange to Xia Cheng, but you are the master of the underworld, so you don't need to fight me for a ghost, right?"

The moonlight was too dark, covering the coldness in Yue Ling's eyes: "I brought him himself. Now it's not a robbery, but a return to the original owner."

As soon as Yin Zhao heard the words "return things to their original owners", he immediately posted on Yue Ling without any backbone, and burst into tears on the spot: "I knew you would not abandon me."

Yue Ling was caught off guard by someone hugging him from the side, and he was delayed for a while, only to realize that his shoulders had been wet, and his face darkened a bit: "Yin Zhao, go away."

"Put me on the belt in the future." Yin Zhao cuddled even tighter.

Yue Ling looked down at the fluffy brown hair slightly: "...I don't want it."

Ling An finally sorted out the current situation. He looked surprised and said: "I*, you guys are really of the same school? Yue Ling, when did you have this habit of letting ghosts work as servants? Or is it that your impermanence business has expanded again?"

A gust of cold wind blew past, causing Yue Ling a headache: "It's a long story, so I won't say it. Anyway, Yin Zhao can't belong to you. He was sent to the dungeon for auction because he was tricked by ghost hunters."

"Huh? It's called Yin Zhao?" Ling An said playfully, "Yue Ling, I bought it for [-] ounces."

Yue Ling gave an understatement "Oh" and didn't express anything else.

"Either I keep the people, or you keep the money," Ling An squinted at Yin Zhao, "otherwise I will go there and return empty-handed, and I will have insomnia again tonight."

Yue Ling smiled slightly: "Ling An, I was going to bid [-] ounces to take the photo, but you insisted on stopping me."

"The light is so dim, I can't see it's you." Ling An paused, pointing at Yue Ling, "You—but you must have seen it clearly, in fact, you already recognized me at that time, but you let me out on purpose." Don't remind me of the high price."

Yue Ling thought for a while, and said, "You can also say that."

"Yue Ling, you tricked me!!" A dark red aura emanated from Ling An's body, Yin Zhao vaguely smelled the danger, and subconsciously shrank behind Yue Ling.

Yue Ling didn't intend to fight, but just stood still and waited for Ling An to approach.

As Ling An got closer, Yin Zhao felt a stronger sense of oppression, he had no choice but to lower his head, thinking about who would be stronger between the two.

However, he didn't hear the expected fierce fighting sound, only Yue Ling's helpless words; "Ling An, stop making trouble."

What's even more weird is that when Yin Zhao raised his head, he saw Ling An's attacking aura instantly retracted, and a smile quickly appeared on his face; "This can't scare you."

Yin Zhao looked down and saw Yue Ling's wet shoulders, and couldn't help but raised his sleeves and wiped them seriously: "Brother, let's go."

"Where?"

"Aren't you here to visit a friend?"

"It has arrived."

... just this scum?Yin Zhao almost said it impulsively.

Ling An dragged out the ending: "Yue Ling, pay back the money!"

"I stopped you from buying it, but you didn't listen."

"It's you who manipulated me."

Yue Ling: "Really? I can't remember."