MTL - The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife-Chapter 8 Sly sable

At the same time, a tall man in the Supreme Room of the Pavilion is lying on the couch lazily.

His gaze seemed to fall on the light curtain not far from the front, and his expression was elegant and interesting, but his eyes were full of pride and indifference.

The light curtain is clearly playing, and everything happens in the auction venue.

The thin girl was caged by several big men, and the thick chain tied her hands and feet.

The man holds the glass in his hand and drank the wine from the cup. He sighed as if sighing: "It’s a pity that such a funny little thing is going to be ruined by the pig."

The guard guarding the man's side couldn't help but sneak a peek at him: this is the first time the master is interested in a woman, and of course, only a small interest.

The guard was thinking, but suddenly he saw the man's look condensed, and he stood up slightly, his eyes fixed in the center of the light curtain.

There is a clear expression of the girl's face, the sallow skin, the thin face, and the five senses.

But in an instant, the closed eyes opened, the eyelashes trembled, and the cold light was shining.

The man’s sword was stunned and his eyes fixed on the girl’s eyes.

The black scorpion, which is as deep as an old well, seems to carry a silent silence, faintly transmitting the radiance of the fluorescent purple, dazzling and dazzling, instantly grasping his mind and letting his chest rise to a strange embarrassment. move.

"Little things, who are you? How come..."

He said softly, looking at the girl's gaze in the light curtain, it was as if the beast had found a long-awaited prey, and the excitement that was bound to make his eyes sparkle.

Immediately, the man's gaze swept through Zhu Zhongba and the guards carrying the cage, and the corner of his mouth overflowed with a sneer.

He suddenly whispered in the void: "Follow them."

In the room, except for him, there was no one but no one, but suddenly there was a thick and low voice: "Yes, Your Royal Highness!"

Suddenly, the voice suddenly asked: "If, Zhu Zhongba wants to use strong... Does it need to be shot?"

"Oh..." The man smiled softly, his voice was magnetic and extremely beautiful, but he was full of contempt. "With his waste, he is simply looking for a dead end!"

"I understand it."

The room quickly calmed down, and the man slowly got up, his mouth showing a lazy and happy smile.

***

When Quxi woke up again, it was already on the bumpy carriage.

It was still the cage that imprisoned her, and her hands and feet were tied by the thick chain of fingers.

Because of the position of the cage, the scene of the whole body can not be seen clearly, but still can feel the breath of the strong.

Tunxi bit his lip and let himself still have some chaotic consciousness.

The influence of the slave ban on her is still very big. On this road, her consciousness has been wandering around in a clear and fascinating way, until she really wakes up at this moment.

Suddenly came the voice of the guards in the ear: "Who are you talking about this female slave? Why is there no spiritual fluctuations in the body, but can seal our cultivation?"

"Manage who she is! As long as the young master has a slave card in hand, wait until the Zhufu to find someone to engrave the true slave soul seal, when the young master wants to toss her, it is not a word!"

"Hey! This stinky girl is just a mortal in the district. It actually makes us lose face in the public. I really want to pull her skin now!"