100 Ways to Get the Male God

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But just as she turned around, she saw a slender figure approaching at another corner of the corridor.

The man looked sideways at the scenery outside the window, the dark fragments lining the white forehead, the delicate eyebrows were down, and the magical red eyes were clearly a bit weird, but the beauty was still dazzling.

The girl was stunned.

It wasn't until that person came over and passed by her that she turned around in a daze, looking at his back, suddenly eager to stop him, but instinctively, there was a little timidity that she didn't dare to disturb.

But the next second, the man also stopped, turned his head slightly, and looked over with red eyes.

The girl's heart was beating fast all of a sudden, and there was a hint of obsession on her face - this is a dream scene! In the luxurious and spacious hallway, a young man with an ancient aristocratic temperament, she was hesitating whether to speak, but the other party took the initiative to turn around and look at her.

Just so happy!

Compared to this one, Bert's appearance and aura are not reminiscent at all.

The girl's expression was blank.

Anlorius frowned slightly. He was a little impatient with the girl's flushed cheeks and her obviously obsessed expression, but he still lightly asked, "You were here just now, who did you see?"

"Ah...?" The girl replied subconsciously, "A waiter, she, she went to serve Mr. Bert, this... this young master, do you need any service? You can tell me..."

She didn't have time to think about why the other party asked this question, and she was immersed in an unusually dreamy situation.

Anroius' eyes sank for a moment, and he thought for a moment calmly: In other words, she threw him at the police station, but came here to meet others?

Extremely cold displeasure flooded into the wine-red eyes, and the Demon King walked forward calmly.

He chose to spend the period of weakness by her side. Although for some reasons, he could not turn her into a slave, but there were some fetters between the two, and he already regarded her as his slave—the slave threw his own Master, come here to meet other men?

Anroius could hardly hold back his anger, and walked lightly through the corridor with his eyes lowered, his expression slightly cold.

He stood on the second floor and looked down, and at the same time, he quickly attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

The auction has already started.

On the high platform, the girl covered in gold powder opened the curtain. The first lot had already been placed. The auctioneer held a small hammer and looked at the audience with a smile.

Outside each box, there are people holding placards and ringing bells. They are responsible for quoting the guests, while the big guys in the box are drinking the wine handed by the waiter and looking at the first lot. .

The things in the auction are all worth the higher the further back. Of course, in addition to the last piece of the finale, the first piece is also very important. It is used to stabilize the market, and naturally it will not be a disappointing thing.

In the venue, someone quickly held a sign, and the auctioneer introduced the lot with a smile and made an offer with a small hammer.

At this time, the slender boy who appeared on the second floor attracted the attention of most people in an instant.

Not everyone can go to the second floor.

Among the guests here, no one was allowed to go up to the second floor, even if he was a politician of a country, or the head of the underworld.

The area there overlooks the entire venue. Putting down the curtain is a private space, but distinguished guests can also choose to open the curtain and be looked up by the big people below.