I hope to be hated by the protagonist, I will always be confessed by the protagonist

On the red sofa, two luxuriously dressed teenagers are sitting, one of them is in a light sleep, the other is staring at the huge screen in front of him, without taking his eyes off, while the host on the screen keeps clamoring and hawking, he presses the button on his hand from time to time .

He took the drink brought by the servant with one hand and drank it silently. He occasionally raised his eyes to look at the sleeping silver-haired boy with a weird expression, but he didn't say anything.

Precious wine was placed on the transparent table, and there was still half a glass of light red liquid in the wine glass in front of the silver-haired boy.

The melodious music is playing gently, the peaceful and elegant music makes people feel comfortable...

On the sofa, the silver-haired boy leaned his head back, his slender hands slightly supported his chin, his eyes were closed, and he was sleeping extremely soundly.

The boy looked very beautiful, his short silver hair was neatly combed like the moonlight slanting down, his smooth and clean skin exuded a faint halo under the orange light, although he didn't open his eyes, but from him he spread his wings like a butterfly Those eyes must be very pretty, as you can see from the eyelashes.

He was wearing noble and beautiful clothes. Although the style was luxurious, it was a bit simple on such an occasion, as if he had casually put on a piece of clothing on his body when he went out, but such simple clothes were indescribably good-looking on a young man. The young man's beautiful body is slender and straight, with a clean temperament.

The whole person is exquisite and beautiful like an elf who has fallen into the mortal world, quiet and beautiful.

The room was very quiet, except for the small voice from the host on the screen, the others even drank carefully, lest they disturb him.

After a long time, the screen showed that the auction was over, but the boy still hadn't woken up, and another boy on the sofa next to him gently pushed him:

"Young Master Ling, Young Master Ling, wake up, the auction is over."

The sleeping elf opened her dazed eyes. The light green pupils had slept for a long time, and she was a little confused just after waking up. The beautiful green pupils rarely had a mist, which was a little cute.The silver hair is slightly messy, but it brings an alternative sense of surprise.

This blowing beauty crit made Ryan's heartbeat stop for a moment.

Although he knew Ling Yun's appearance was very good-looking, and his friends who have been with him for so many years have long been used to his appearance, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but now that he looks soft and cute, he suddenly felt that Ling Yun seemed to be more beautiful than before .

He was surprised for a moment by this sudden soft and cute boy, and he didn't notice the look of doubt in the green eyes of the elf-like boy in front of him.

Blinking his beautiful pupils, Ling Yun took a while to realize what was going on. His originally confused demeanor changed, and he quickly straightened his face, returning to his previous arrogant and dignified appearance.

"It's over, let's go back."

Ling Yun said lightly, with a lazy expression, as if he was not interested in this auction where only high-ranking nobles could enter.

Ryan looked impatiently at Ling Yun's exquisitely handsome face, and felt a little puzzled. Before he came, Ling Shao was in high spirits and said he wanted to buy some slaves to go back, but after he came, he kept sleeping.

There were several slaves of good quality, and he was tempted to see them, but the price was too expensive to afford, and he wanted to encourage Young Master Ling to buy them, but seeing him sleeping all the time, he didn't dare, what a pity.

"Is there something Ling Shao didn't like?"

Ryan said, this slave auction site is one of Young Master Ling's favorite venues. In the past, at least two or three slaves would be auctioned. Why didn't you like any of them today?

Ling Yun's expression was indifferent, his eyes seemed lazy and bored, and his voice was lazy and authentic: "No, I thought there would be something good, but it turned out to be those things, which made me want to sleep."

Ryan: "..." You don't want to sleep, you sleep from beginning to end.

But he also followed Ling Yun's words and said: "That's right, the quality of the items in this auction is getting worse every time. If you don't like Ling Shao, then next time I will find someone to get some good ones from the place where I was quilt Come."

After Ryan finished speaking, he felt that the boy in front of him stiffened for a moment, but immediately returned to that haughty attitude: "No need, it's not that I haven't seen those things you're looking for, they're almost the same, send them to me It’s all too much space.”

Ryan: "..." Young Master Ling's eyes are getting higher and higher, and he doesn't even look down on the beauties he has worked so hard to get him.

And recently, his temper has become more and more elusive. He often keeps silent, jokes with him and ignores others, and sometimes looks at him with contempt, which makes Ryan extremely depressed.

The two walked in the brightly lit corridor. The auction was over. There were many people in the corridor, all of whom were dressed luxuriously and walked gracefully. They looked very noble, but when they saw the silver-haired boy, they all stopped. Say hello to him with your feet, or make way.

Even though the silver-haired boy didn't say a word, he didn't even give them a look.

When passing through a box, there were faint exclamations and obscene laughter. These sounds can be heard in almost every box. Sometimes the silver-haired boy pretended not to care and glanced at the open door. With a curious look on his face, there were only a few figures inside the door, and he couldn't see clearly.

When passing through a door, there was a sound of a heavy object hitting inside, followed by a man's scream.

This kind of sound is very common in this place. The nobles took photos of their favorite slaves, and some of them would eagerly enjoy them here. Most of the enjoyment process was not very pleasant, and the screams of slaves abounded during the process.

But this time the situation was different. When the silver-haired boy walked over, something happened suddenly. The door was opened with a bang, and a thin figure rushed out from inside. Pounced on him.

The silver-haired boy was taken aback, showing surprise on his face, but before he could react, the attendant beside him kicked him away.

It was just a thin and small slave in ordinary clothes, who was kicked and flew upside down and hit the wall, fell to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood.

No one expected this turn of events. Those who could come to the slave auction were high-ranking nobles who could not be offended. How could anyone dare to offend them, who was still a lowly slave.

"Help, save me... Please help me..."

The skinny slave was kicked out and was so badly injured that he couldn't even get up, but he looked up at the silver-haired boy with difficulty, begging for help.

The silver-haired boy was taken aback by this turn of events, and stared blankly at the skinny slave.

This slave looks fifteen or sixteen years old, with healthy wheat-colored skin, black hair and black eyes similar to most lower races, thick eyebrows and big eyes, pupils are as beautiful as dazzling obsidian, even in despair, still do not give up that With a faint starlight, she looked at the silver-haired boy beggingly.

It took only a few seconds from the appearance of the thin slave to being beaten out, before the silver-haired boy could make a sound, Ryan was already angry, and said loudly: "What's the matter, who is this slave? Young Master Ling, do you want to kill yourself!"

The people in the box also came out at this time. Seeing the slave lying on the ground vomiting blood, their eyes turned to the silver-haired boy and Ryan, their expressions changed slightly, and they immediately stepped forward to apologize: "So it's Young Master Ling, Master Ryan, really I am extremely sorry to disturb the two of you with this damned slave, so I will have someone take him down and punish him severely."

The attitude of admitting his mistake was very sincere, but Ryan sneered when he saw the person coming, and his contempt was obvious: "So it's you, Hal, who can't even deal with a lowly slave and made him almost run into Young Master Ling. It's really useless."

Being pointed and scolded in front of the servants and slaves made the tall young man blushed, with shame and anger in his eyes, but he didn't dare to offend the two people in front of him, whether it was Both Ling Yun's identity and Ryan's identity are nobler than him, and they are existences that cannot be offended.

"Yes, Master Ryan is right." He said, turned around and poured his anger on the slave boy lying on the ground, and kicked him while cursing: "You damned bastard, how dare you offend Young Master Ling? Lifeless things..."

After kicking him several times, he looked at the silver-haired boy, and said sincerely in an apologetic tone, "Young Master Ling, I'm really sorry, I'm going to leave him alone, and I promise that he will never appear in front of you again."

As he spoke, he motioned to the attendants around him to take him down.

And at this time, the slave who was kicked and still clenched his teeth and kept silent suddenly struggled, while struggling, he looked at the silver-haired boy: "Master, master, save me... Please help me..."

Hearing his words, everyone present was taken aback for a moment, and then showed ironic expressions, looking at the thin slave with mocking and disdainful eyes.

This little slave is so bold, he dared to ask Ling Shao for help, did he think he died too slowly!

"Damn it, what are you still doing in a daze, why don't you quickly cover his mouth and drag him down to deal with it!"

Hal shouted to the attendants, this lowly slave is his now, if he offends Young Master Ling, then he, the master, will probably be angered by Young Master Ling as well.

The slave boy struggled desperately, but his strength was too weak and his body was injured again, so he couldn't struggle at all. He fixed his eyes on the silver-haired boy and begged him for help desperately, but his mouth was covered and he couldn't speak, only his eyes were open. Looking at the silver-haired boy.

However, the silver-haired boy remained motionless, and he didn't even give him a look. Hei Daoyan gradually became desperate.

"Wait." A cold voice suddenly sounded, stopping the thin slave who was about to be dragged away. The silver-haired boy walked towards him, his eyes slightly raised, looking at the slave boy with malicious eyes, and his slender fingers raised the slave's chin , looked at his face and let out a sneer, as if seeing a satisfactory item.

Immediately he put down his hand, and the attendant next to him immediately presented a clean handkerchief. The young man took it, wiped the slave's hand, and said to Hal, "This slave looks good, I want it."

"Ling, Young Master Ling?"

Hal was a little surprised. Seeing that he didn't answer, the silver-haired boy frowned, and said impatiently, "Let's make a price. How much did you pay for this slave? I'll pay double the price."

Hal came back to his senses, saw the behavior of the silver-haired boy, thought that he wanted to personally punish the slave who offended him, yes, being so offended by a lowly slave, if it were him, he would be very angry, not to mention It's Young Master Ling who has a more distinguished status.

Ling Shao must buy this back and torture it himself, but he has heard that Ling Shao likes to torture slaves the most.

He hurriedly said: "No, it's an honor for Young Master Ling to see this slave. How can you ask for Young Master Ling's money? If Young Master Ling likes it, he can use it."

He is just an unappreciated young master of a middle-class nobleman, and Ling Shaoruo annoyed him because of this and wanted to deal with him, even if he didn't have to do anything, just tell his father directly, and his life would be over.

It's a good deal to use a slave to relieve Ling Yun's anger, not to mention that this slave is not very good-looking, with such dark skin, he just bought it for fun.

Hal raised a flattering smile, the silver-haired boy glanced at him, and left without saying a word.

The attitude was very arrogant, but everyone present felt that this was very normal, and even Ryan gave Hal a look before leaving, and said: "You are lucky, kid, take care of your slave next time, Ling Shao is not like that every time. Such a good talk today!"

"Yes Yes Yes."

Hal nodded again and again, feeling really relieved.

The skinny slave was taken away by the silver-haired boy's attendant. Although Hal bought several slaves, after such a thing happened, he lost interest in continuing to play here.

After coming out of the auction house, they separated from Ryan and got into their own cars to go home.

The skinny slave was also brought into the car, and was closely watched by the servants. He couldn't get close to the silver-haired boy, so he could only look at him helplessly.

Soon he came to a beautifully built mansion, the silver-haired boy got out of the car, followed by the servant and the skinny slave, and respectfully said to the boy, "Master, what should we do with this slave?"

The silver-haired boy glanced lightly at the poor slave whose mouth was stained with blood, fell silent for a moment, and said casually, "Take him down to recuperate first."

The servant replied yes, and wanted to take the skinny slave down, but at this moment, the slave suddenly opened his mouth and looked at the boy expectantly: "Master, can I go see you after I recover from my injuries?"

The silver-haired boy looked at his expectant and apprehensive eyes, his expression was cold, he didn't speak, and then stepped into the mansion.

Unable to get permission, the skinny slave lowered his head in frustration, and the servant with him looked at him contemptuously, and sneered: "Just because you, a lowly slave, want to get close to the young master, don't wishful thinking, you should think about it carefully." Think about how to save this poor life after you recover from your injury."

What the servant didn't see was the ecstasy in the dark eyes under the slightly drooping head of the thin slave next to him.

He was finally able to get close to the young master before everything happened...