Lord God Investigator

"Two hundred thousand gold coins once!"

The women in the audience twisted their bodies tangledly, as if their bodies were crawling with ants. The expressions on their faces changed continuously, but they still hesitated to speak and did not participate in the bidding.

"Two hundred thousand gold coins twice!"

The girls in the audience were either biting their lips or biting their fingers, feeling restless, as if they were enduring some kind of pain, and were restless.

"Two hundred thousand gold coins three times!"

The women in the audience sighed deeply, and the sighs merged into a roar that echoed in the theater. Their faces looked desperate, and tears rolled in their eyes. They were as grief-stricken as if they had lost their loved one forever.

Some people even couldn't bear the pain, broke down and burst into tears and rushed out of the theater, escorted by bodyguards, fled home to lick their hearts.

"Dong dong dong!"

Clesia banged the gavel, declaring that the right to own "Io, the lover who looks from afar, the one who is immortal for ten thousand years" finally belongs to Dame Hathaway.

With tears in her eyes, Dame Hathaway walked slowly onto the stage, as if she were reunited with her long-lost lover. She threw herself into Io's arms, stood on tiptoes, and kissed him deeply, unwilling to separate for a long time...

Tang Xiaotian looked at this scene and felt very strange in his heart - that thing was obviously a weapon. Ai Ou's carefully crafted humanoid weapon has now become a work of art symbolizing love, and is wildly sought after by women.

She couldn't help but said to Ai O's ball in her arms: "How do you feel about becoming a public lover?"

Now the task of preserving Io's soul core has been transferred from Klein to Tang Xiaotian. As a singing poet, she should have mastered one or two instruments to soundtrack the songs.

But she has been staying at her aunt's house, and her aunt's family is unwilling to pay for her to learn a musical instrument, and they are even less likely to let her practice the instrument at home to make noise. She usually practices singing with earphones and humming in a low voice.

Io loaded the music player function module and became a Walkman. Luo Feng assigned Tang Xiaotian as his partner, allowing them to cooperate with each other to maximize the effect of the poet's singing.

The two had a grudge the first day they met and disliked each other. However, under the strong suppression of the captain, they had no choice but to accept this arrangement.

Ao Ou said angrily: "I don't have any feelings, I just feel that I have been sold cheap. These ignorant, stupid women, the materials used to make the mechanical body alone are worth tens of millions of gold coins when converted into Faerun gold coins!"

"Just snicker, it's already pretty good if it's not landfilled as large non-burnable garbage!" Tang Xiaotian said sarcastically.

Ai Ou ignored her sarcasm and said in a low voice: "By the way, don't ask me to give you music if you have nothing to do in the future. My soul battery has limited power and cannot be wasted casually."

"Haha." Tang Xiaotian sneered: "It's not up to you. I can sing whenever I want, and I can sing loudly."

"you!"

Ai Ou raised the volume, but he thought that the high volume mode consumes more power, so he lowered the volume: "Then you can sing a cappella, I will not soundtrack the noise!"

"Then I have to ask the captain whether he agrees. If you sing a cappella, the effect of the spiritual energy will be weakened and affect the team. Do you think the captain will spare you?"

"You bitch, stop using the captain to oppress me!"

"Stinky Ball, I don't need to use the captain to suppress you, I can handle you!"

Tang Xiaotian took advantage of others not paying attention and punched the ball in his hand hard.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Io's balls made a monotonous electronic sound of pain: "Smelly woman! Remember this!"

"Haha!" Tang Xiaotian laughed: "I have remembered you for a long time, you bite me!"

"That's what you said, just bite!"

"Crack!"

Ai Ou angrily loaded the electric shock module and gave Tang Xiaotian a soul electrotherapy. Unfortunately, it lacked soul energy and had limited power, so it could only cause Tang Xiaotian some pain.

"Oh, Stinky Ball is still very capable!"

Tang Xiaotian was shaken by the electricity, threw Ai Ou to the ground, picked up a wooden stick and hit Ai Ou's round head hard.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

"Okay, okay!" Luo Feng, who saw the team members fighting among themselves and looked gloomy, quickly stopped him: "That's enough, Tang Xiaotian, don't bully Ai Ou!"

"Just talk about me!" Tang Xiaotian muttered with red eyes: "Ai Ou said he wouldn't accompany me. Didn't you see Ai Ou electrocute me just now?"

Luo Feng had a headache and said patiently: "Ai Ou, if you cooperate well with Tang Xiaotian, the problem of insufficient soul energy will not be difficult to solve. It will not be difficult to harvest some fallen souls in Faerun to recharge your energy!"

"Tang Xiaotian, don't bully Io. If you push it hard, it can overload its soul and self-destruct. The explosion is powerful enough to level half of Askatra."

Only then did Tang Xiaotian stop, not daring to continue hitting Ai Ou. If this guy got angry and died with him, everything would be over.

It turns out that Io can self-destruct! With so much power, is it really okay to let her partner with such a dangerous thing?

Under the captain's majestic gaze, even though she was extremely reluctant, she carefully held Ai O's ball in her arms, not daring to ravage it at will.

After suppressing the internal strife among the team members, Luo Feng rubbed his aching forehead and greeted the noble women who had gathered around him. The auction had ended. Although these ladies had lost the ownership of Io, they still refused to leave and gathered in the theater. among.

"Mr. Bredlow!" A noble lady posted the message eagerly: "I would like to invite you to my home and listen to you talk about the process of creating "Titanic". Please be sure to appreciate it."

"Mr. Bredreau, please come to the salon held at Feimu Manor. Your presence will definitely make the salon shine."

Luo Feng declined their invitation with a wry smile, claiming that a real artist has dedicated everything to great art, and his free time is filled with creation and rehearsal. In order to present more and better works of art, he will not I will take one step away from the theater.

This statement was readily accepted by aristocratic women. Artists naturally have to devote themselves fully to artistic creation and will not be disturbed by external objects. This is completely understandable.

They made another request: "Mr. Bredlow, when can "Titanic" be performed again? It's really hard to fully enjoy this great drama and understand the connotation of it after watching it only once..."

This time Luo Feng did not refuse: "There is only one Five Wine Pot Hotel Theater in the city of Ascaltra, and the theater is temporarily borrowed by our art team. If I want to perform again, there is no venue, and I have to wait. We have reached a new agreement with the real owner of the theater, Sigil Theater Company, so that we can continue to use the theater to hold performances."

The female nobles felt deeply regretful, and many of them looked at the female mayor Bainara with unhappy expressions. The application for building a grand theater had long been sent to the city hall. However, after many discussions by the six-member council, This proposal was delayed for two or three years and was not adopted.