The woman's words had nothing to do with the task at hand, but they still shocked Boluogo. From Sere's mouth, he knew that the Night Clan had long disappeared from history, but a female Night Clan suddenly appeared in front of him, and she
It seems that he is planning to buy back the meat ball to raise more night tribes.
"Who is your friend?" the woman asked again.
"The auction isn't over yet, and there may be many things I don't understand after that," Bologo delayed.
The woman narrowed her eyes, with a hint of anger, but soon she smiled with relief, as if she didn't care.
"Are you going to betray your friends?"
Aimu's voice sounded. In order not to attract the woman's attention, she tried to reduce her presence as much as possible from the beginning of the conversation.
Naturally, Boluogo couldn't answer her, but shook his head with a very small movement.
sell?
Bologo wanted to betray Sere, but the problem was that Sere was very suspicious.
According to Sere, after the Dawn War, the Night Clan's Eternal Night Empire completely collapsed. Most of the Night Clan were sunk to death in the sun. A very small number of Night Clan were also imprisoned and unable to leave for life. The most mysterious thing is
The Night King also disappeared after the Dawn War.
But such a cruel ending actually left out a night clan lord like Sere. According to his status, even if he didn't die in the sun, he should be locked up somewhere.
In reality? Sere not only lives well in the Undead Club, he also dates different women every day, drinks alcohol, and holds all kinds of weird parties...
If the Undead Club is actually a kind of prison for Sere, then Sere's treatment is too good.
Various signs made Bologg begin to wonder what role Serre played in the Dawn War.
A general fighting on the Night King's front line?
Those generals had long since died under the sun, and Sere was obviously not one of them.
At this point, all Bologger could think of was the mole who stabbed the Night King in the back.
Sere is a mole... For some reason, recalling Sere's appearance as a nightclub dancer, Boluogo was not surprised by this.
If the situation is true, Sere is the sinner of the entire Night Clan. Once Sere's name is mentioned in front of a woman, the two may now have a conflict.
As for after the auction, tell the woman Sere's name.
Bologg looked around. Among the guests who were immersed in enthusiasm and kept bidding, it seemed that only Bologg knew the outcome of the auction.
Oh, by the way, there is also his partner who has been out of touch.
"Aren't you going to bid yet?" Bologo asked.
The bidding for the flesh and blood group has come to an end. As an undead, Bologo thinks it is nothing, but for others, the flesh and blood group is undoubtedly an opportunity to survive, so the price is very high.
"I don't like repeating quotes."
The woman wrote lightly that Bologg could notice this. After the two started chatting, she no longer looked at the high platform, but kept looking at Bologg.
"You make me feel a little interesting. It's not easy to make friends with the Night Clan these days." The woman said meaningfully.
"I can only say that I am very good at making friends and everyone likes me."
"Ha ha."
Hearing Boluogo's words, the woman couldn't help but laugh.
Can Borogo make friends? Obviously no. If he could, the two of them should have been in a love showdown just now. This guy didn't understand the woman's hints at all. Instead, he adhered to the concept of an expert and analyzed the woman endlessly.
"You see, everyone likes me very much, even the Night Clan." Bologo said.
The woman understood the meaning of Boluogo's words, she put away her smile, shook her head and said.
"What I like is different from what you think I like. Just like when you see an interesting puppy on the roadside, I see you the same way."
The woman's expression turned cold, the quotation came to an end, and the host counted down the time. At this time, the woman raised her hand gracefully.
Everyone's eyes were attracted to her. She waved briefly and then took it back. She didn't offer a price, she didn't say anything, she just made such a gesture. Everyone cast doubtful glances, and
People have already anticipated the tragedy that will follow.
Teasing the host is no fun.
But what everyone didn't expect was that the host banged the hammer and shouted with joy on his face.
"Congratulations, you captured it."
The other buyer was stunned. He was ready to give up his value, but the host just made the final decision.
Before the buyer could say anything, the host said again.
"She is of extraordinary value, you cannot compare to her."
The voice was stern and left no room for doubt.
"Even if you give everything you have, you still can't compare."
There is no need for any mammon coins or any representation. The presence of a woman here is itself a reflection of value.
Other people in the venue turned their gazes here, trying to see the woman clearly, but the woman didn't care at all, and still stared at Boluogo as before, which made other people couldn't help but look at Boluogo.
They mistakenly thought that the two were together and kept whispering.
"I want to buy another thing." She looked at Boluogo and said.
"You say."
The host asked respectfully.
Only then did the woman look away and look at the host on the stage.
"I want to buy a piece of information."
“What would you give?”
"It's also a piece of information."
The host fell silent. He wore a mask outlined with gold threads, and no one knew what he was thinking under the mask.
"He will see you personally."
The woman nodded and looked back again. It was like an interlude. The host immediately continued the auction as if nothing had happened just now.
"So, his name." The woman's voice was cold.
"Are you showing me strength?"
Boluogo didn't care at all about the threat from women.
"Isn't this enough?"
"I told you, I'm a newcomer."
"New people won't come here." The woman was already a little bored.
"I don't understand everything here at all, and neither does the power you show."
Boluogo didn't care about the woman's tone and continued to talk about the setting he had written for himself, "Do you have a good relationship with the host in private? You are telling me that as long as I listen to you, I can also go through the back door and film
Download something you want?"
Boluogo smiled and told lies with his eyes open.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
"I won't die."
"As for the power behind what you have shown," Bologo continued, "I work for a company with good benefits and benefits, so this should not be much inferior to yours."
Listening to Bologg's serious answer, the woman suddenly felt a little confused. She couldn't understand why Bologg was so calm. In her opinion, there were only two possibilities, either Bologg was the same as her, or he was far more powerful than her.
, but it is obvious that Bologo is just a Sublime One, and is very weak.
Then there is only one other result left. Boluogo is a fool. Only a fool can be so stupid. Only the explanation of a fool can make everything before make sense.
The woman's eyes changed from irritation to confusion, and then a bit of curiosity and pity.
Boluogo's expression remained the same, as if he had facial paralysis. His expression had not changed, even his eyes. The only change was that the golden halo in his eyes disappeared and appeared.
The woman raised her forehead slightly, and then she realized how boring what she was doing was, and she actually wasted her time on people like Boluogo.
"Forget it, you will always say it."
The woman didn't want to argue anymore and was waiting for the auction to end. At that time, she would have many ways to get Boluogo to name that person.
"Do you know the most valuable item in this auction?"
Seeing the woman's silence, Boluogo started to pursue her.
"I don't know." The woman said perfunctorily to Boluogo. She didn't want to talk to Boluogo anymore.
"I know."
To be honest, Boluogo's temperament is really confusing. He always has such a serious face, which makes him look very serious and rigorous no matter what he says or does.
But if you think about it carefully, you will find that there seems to be something wrong in every aspect. Now the woman has also felt this. She thinks that Boluogo is a fool with a brain problem, but his rigorous attitude does not seem to be lying. He really
You know what the finale product is.
"You know? It's a failure to talk to a lady like this."
The woman shook her head. She felt that Boluogo was a mentally ill guy, and all the abnormalities were caused by talking to a fool.
"But I really know."
"Then tell me?"
Instead, Boluogo fell silent. This silence lasted for a long time. During this period, the host also sold a lot of merchandise, and there were many strange things. Fortunately, most of them were within Boluogo's knowledge.
Even if there were some things that were beyond recognition, Aimu recognized them.
Aimu's level of alchemy surpassed that of Bologg, so she explained these things to Bologg in her mind.
Powerful alchemical weapons, deceitful contract objects, human trafficking, and weird products that also come from the Order of Truth. Fortunately, they are not as strange as the flesh and blood spawn, so Bologger doesn't have to ask the woman for explanation.
But after this grotesque freak show, Bologo finally gained a new understanding of lunatics like the Monks of Truth.
In comparison, Boluogo realized that among them, TEDA was actually the one whose condition was not serious.
Only then did he understand why the Bureau of Order felt that TEDA was safe and rational. He who only used alchemy dolls for experiments was a clean slate among this group of lunatics.
Similarly, this also made Boluogo feel that there may be no need to be completely hostile to TEDA, and that everything can be adjusted.
I just hope TEDA won't do anything stupid.
Boluogo's eyes scanned the crowd, and he knew that TEDA was among them.
The atmosphere was heated up by the host, and the final product was about to appear. A scarlet curtain covered the square box, and the host's words were full of passion.
"Next is the grand finale of this auction..."
He said and put his hand on the curtain.
"The Immortal Heart."
Boluogo spoke before the host. His voice was very low, and only women could hear it. The moment the woman heard it, her expression changed slightly, and then she relaxed again. She just felt that Boluogo was
Talking nonsense.
"A sacred object from the Orangutan Sect."
The host opened the curtain and his voice was deafening.
"Immortal Heart!"
On the high platform, the scarlet heart stood still in the cold quartz, but strange ripples were released from it, affecting everyone's heartbeat and blood.
