The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

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And this time,

In order to prevent the occurrence of a situation where the beauty overwhelms the crowd,

Wanxiang Pavilion specially went up one by one according to their looks, from low to high.

It doesn't matter if this one is not photographed, the next one will be better.

The women under the stage bid so much that their eyes were red,

Each of them is like a wolf that is extremely hungry, and the ones on the stage are lambs waiting to be slaughtered, so pitiful and helpless.

Fusheng rested her cheeks and yawned silently.

These men are so hot-eyed that she can't even wash her eyes.

"Miss Fifth, if you persist, we will be in Yuelin soon." The bustard nodded and bowed aside.

"……Um."

It's so late, I guess I'm going to sleep in the fragment again.

Fu Sheng rubbed her neck silently, helplessly.

"The last one, Mr. Yuelin."

With the excited shout of the host on the stage, all the people in the audience stretched their necks in anticipation.

I saw coming from the steps on the side,

A man in a crescent-white gauze was pulled forward with his hands bound.

His hair was disheveled, but it made him look even weaker. His slender waist was like a weeping willow on the shore, and he held it tightly.

He walked up quietly, walking barefoot on the red carpet, looking even more white and flawless, delicate and lovely.

After the man stood still, he slowly raised his head. Under his messy long hair, his face was like jade, with a slight sense of melancholy in his brows and eyes.

A pair of soft fox eyes are very quiet, and there is an obvious black tear mole under the end of the eyes, which makes his pale and frail face even more.

If Muci is an extremely coquettish poppy in the depths of the dark hellfire, so beautiful that it is deadly,

Then he is the pure and soft blooming lotus under the moonlight, which makes people yearn for.

The people in the audience fell into a deathly silence,

Obviously, this delicate face is extremely in line with the appetite of women today.

Fusheng looked over lazily and paused.

Inexplicably,

When I saw that person's face,

Her heart began to agitate,

beating wildly,

An unspeakable emotion kept lingering and surging in her heart, making her unable to control herself.

"Tuanzi, what's the matter?!"

Fu Sheng's body was shaking with excitement,

His hands were also tightly clutching the hem of his skirt.

She wanted to control it, but couldn't.

【……ah? 】

The dumpling was dumbfounded, it quickly checked the situation.

【Wait, Miss... This seems to be...】

[The remaining feelings of the original owner are at play. 】

"...Huh?" Fusheng tried to calm her breathing,

She turned away from the people in the stands.

【If nothing unexpected...】

[It should be the remaining consciousness of the original owner, who recognized the person on the stage...]

"...So, he is the little boy from back then?" Fu Sheng tried hard to calm down the abnormality of her body, her cheeks under the mask became flushed with excitement.

【should be……】

Tuanzi wasn't sure, [Otherwise, miss, why don't you try taking pictures of him? 】

[Ask him if he still remembers that time. 】

"...Do you think we still have money?"

Fu Sheng had a headache.

...

"Fifty thousand gold!"

In the audience, someone shouted the price immediately.

The people behind reacted and followed suit one after another.

"I'll pay 60,000!"

"Seventy thousand!"

"Eighty thousand!"

"One hundred thousand!"

"Five hundred thousand!"

"one million!"

"..." Hearing this, Fusheng's forehead popped,

"Tuanzi, how much money do we have left?"

【emm...you still have the mansion you live in...】

Fu Sheng: "..."

I'm so poor that I only have a crotch left.