Doomsday Queen Has Ignited

More than two hundred bags of rice are definitely not something that ordinary people can easily get. It can be seen that she does not look like a big shot in the limelight. Is she a new power leader in J City?

With this question in mind, the host asked everyone present if there were any bids. After three bids, Mu Jing paid the price of two hundred and fifty bags of rice for the blond boy who didn't know what he looked like.

The auction items that followed included both men and women. The most exciting one was the female star who was once famous for her innocence. Among the dozen or so auction items, she was the only one not wearing a mask and wearing an expensive limited-edition dress, standing on the booth like a white swan. On the street, he listened to those people’s crazy bids with a dull expression.

This was the last auction item. Mu Jing was not interested, so he got up and left, asking the waiter to take him to the backstage to collect the items he had taken.

There was a person in charge of registration here. The person said that she would need more than two hundred bags of rice before he would let her take off the boy's mask. Mu Jing, who did not have such a thing on hand, did not panic at all and glanced at the boy. , and then said to the registrant: "Do the tourists in the villa area know?"

"You know, you are?"

"The head bodyguard they recently hired."

Mu Jing crossed his arms and said, "I'm going to take the people away now. As for the rice, I'll send someone to Youjia to get it tomorrow morning."

After all, You Jia is someone who is not easy to offend. Judging from the aura of the other party, he is definitely not a simple person. The registrant did not follow the rules so rigidly, but asked carefully, "What is your name?"

"Mu Pianzi."

"...Please sign here, thank you."

The registrant felt that something was not right, but could not immediately explain it.

Mu Jingxiao wrote her new name in the notebook calmly, then raised her fingers to the young man and said, "Follow me."

The boy who had already unchained shook for a moment, then took a step forward and walked to her side.

"Did I take the person away?"

"Okay, walk slowly."

The registrant had other things to do, so he asked his assistant to go to Youjia to get rice tomorrow and then went to work.

The aisle covered with red carpet was a little soft when you stepped on it. When Mu Jing led the person to a blind corner of the surveillance area, he raised his hand and pinched his chin. After shaking it from side to side for a few times, he said: "The mask needs a key." Take it off?"

The boy didn't dare to move at the moment. The domesticated servility made his whole body stiff, and he was worried that he would be beaten severely if he moved at will.

There was a bit of cold air in Mu Jing's hands, and ice covered the locks on the side of the mask. When it was almost done, he squeezed it hard, and click -

The lock broke with a sound.

He pinched the mask with two fingers, and after moving it away, he saw the somewhat ordinary face with exceptionally beautiful eyes.

Lifting his blond hair, he said, "Who sent you here?"

The young man licked his lips nervously, hunched his shoulders, and glanced at the mask.

Mu Jing raised an eyebrow, turned over the mask, and found a sentence printed on the inside - a replacement for you, Y.

"Ah."

How long has it been since you received such a direct provocation?

He crushed one corner of the mask with a little force and watched coldly as the remaining half fell to the ground. "It seems they don't care about exposing their identities anymore."

The young man met her gaze and took a small step back in fear.

"Don't be afraid."

She took a small step forward, smelled the faint smell of blood on his body, and said, "Call the master to come and listen?"