canary in cage

Linger looked at Isri's appearance, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

"That's what you said." Linge somewhat agreed with Isri's words.

Inside the glass room is still the obscene voice, constantly amplified and anxious, everyone around is panting, wishing to rush in and taste the delicious food.

After a few more minutes, the voice finally weakened, and the boy lay in the middle of the round platform as if dehydrated, his deep blue eye sockets could not see the bottom.

Still expressionless, the man stood up from the disc, elegantly took out a handkerchief from his chest, gently wiped his dirty hands, and then clapped his hands in the empty glass room.

"Now, the bidding begins!"

It turned out to be an auction item!Isri frowned again, wanting to leave his seat.

Ke Linge seemed to have sensed Isri's actions long ago, and had already prepared his hands behind him.

Isri secretly "tsk", adjusted his position again, and continued to look at the situation inside the glass room.

The boy bloomed like a flower heart, and the charming fragrance quickly aroused the taste buds of the surrounding animals, wanting to tear the flower heart clean like a beast.

"100 million!"

A sudden voice came from the side.

One after another, one after another.

"150 million!"

"200 million!"

The asking prices were higher and higher, and they seemed to be competing fairly for something, but secretly, everything had been arranged.

Who doesn't want something good?Those who are incapable are dead.

"500 million!" There was a price call.

Immediately the people around became quiet, 500 million was too much for them, it was really not worth it for such a toy, they all rubbed their hands, hesitating whether to bid again.

"500 million? Are you sure you can afford it?" A strange voice sounded, and Yisri looked up, and saw a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears.

"You don't care if I can afford it or not. If you have the ability, you continue to increase the price." The other party spoke clearly, staring at his prey.

The fat middle-aged man angrily threw his red wine glass on the ground, breathing heavily, as if he was extremely angry, but in the end he didn't do anything out of the ordinary, he could only sulk himself.

"1000."

A moderate voice sounded, immediately all eyes fell on the person who spoke, and even Isri turned his head to look over.

It's Ringo.

Linge supported his head, his eyes were full of amusement, and he was still savoring the red wine he just drank.

"Count, are you sure? 1000 million to buy such a thing?" The person next to him also took a sip of red wine and continued: "I can't bark, and my movements are not standard, it's just a piece of garbage!"

Hearing these words, Ringer stopped shaking the cup, turned his head to look at the speaker, and the playfulness in his eyes was also swept away, leaving only indifference.

"You... are you questioning me?" Linge's voice also cooled down, and he looked at the other party with a gloomy face.

The other party seemed to feel that he had said something wrong, and his eyes hurriedly looked around, but in the end he didn't find anyone who could save him.

"Earl Ringer, that's not what I meant." The man seemed a little flustered, and he had already begun to regret why he said something to Ringer.

"Then what do you mean?" The corners of Ringer's lips raised, but his tone did not weaken at all: "Listen to me, it's good, I'll let you live."

The man swallowed his saliva, his palms were sweating, his pupils shrank continuously, and in the end his whole body was trembling.

"Count, I mean he is not worthy of you, you should belong to better."

The man seemed very satisfied with his answer, and after he finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ringer shook the red wine glass again, and the red wine inside was scattered.

"boom!"

With a sound, Ringe let go of the glass in his hand. The sound of glass shattering sounded extremely harsh in this empty room. The man trembled and looked at Ringe.

"I'm satisfied with what you said." A smile rose in Ringer's eyes, watching the man's body gradually relax.

The man also pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled in line with Ringer, but because he was too stiff, his entire face began to twist.

Linge clapped his hands and exhaled: "Then I will let you live."

The man was about to open his mouth to thank him, when suddenly a group of people appeared behind him, grabbed the man mercilessly and walked away, the soldiers who came did not dare to stop him, after all, Linge was higher than their status.

"Linger! Didn't you say you'd let me go!" the man was in a hurry and shouted at the top of his voice.

Linge raised his hand and rubbed his ears, his tone mixed with disdain: "Don't worry, you won't die."

After finishing speaking, the man was dragged out of the door, until the man's yelling stopped, and everyone came back to look at Linge.

In the end, someone still had the courage to ask: "What will happen to that person just now?"

Linge was happy to answer these questions, and said provocatively in his tone: "It's nothing, it's just a broken arm and a broken leg."

Everyone gasped when they heard this, and they all shut up and said nothing, their eyes could only stare at their prey in regret.

The man standing in the glass room remained expressionless. He raised his hand when he heard that there was no bid, and said in a loud voice, "The bid is successful. Please wait, Earl Ringer."

After hearing the man finished speaking, Linge stood up from the stool, looked at Isri and said softly: "The performance is over, we have a chance to see you again."

Isri looked up at Ringe, got up and was about to leave, when he just walked to the door, he suddenly heard Ringe say again: "Remember to bring your lovely young master with you next time."

Disgust flashed in Isri's eyes, he didn't turn his head to say anything to Ringer, turned around and walked out the door.

He will never come to this place again.

When I went out, it started to rain lightly outside, but the Flower Street was still full of people, as if they were not disturbed by the rain at all.

Yisili held an umbrella and wanted to go out quickly. On the way out, a woman suddenly appeared in front of him, wearing a strong perfume and wanted to lean on Yisili.

"Go away!" Isri's voice was cold, and his eyes were full of visible anger.

The woman seemed to be frightened, she stood there motionless, her eyes fixed on Isri going out from the street.

"If you don't play, don't play, why are you attacking me!" The woman opened her mouth aggrieved.

After leaving Huajie, the rain outside seemed to be a little bit heavier, and Isri began to beat drums in his heart. Cecil was very afraid of this kind of weather, and he had to go back as soon as possible.