The system boy applauded and said: [It was a good performance!]

Old Cadre Kou had a deep face.

He straightened his navy blue hat with one hand, and then walked into the black-dirty exchange hall accompanied by the male servant beside him. In the rooms of all sizes, there were already bright and beautiful nobles sitting in the hall. The expensive fragrance of the wife and the lady filled the air, and from time to time, you could see the shaking gold powder shaking in front of you.

The Blyden family's private rooms are on the top floor.

Kou Qiu climbed up the steps along the spiral ladder and ignored all the stunning gazes that were projected. He pursed his lips slightly, opened the door of the box, and saw another lady inside without surprise.

Her golden curly hair was reflected under a burgundy hat with black gauze, barely covering half of her enviable face, only her sharp jaw and bright red lips were revealed, as if even the breath she exhaled was fragrant and drunk. She shook a fine palace fan, looked over with her green eyes and said, "Yuri."

"aunt."

Kou Qiu nodded at her, then kissed the beauty's delicate back of her hand.

"You're late," said Deloris, his eyes staring down, not knowing what he saw, suddenly a hint of mockery appeared in his pupils, and he curled the corners of his bright red lips, "Helun has arrived."

Kou Qiu looked down with her gaze, and sure enough, he saw a tall and familiar figure in the box slightly lowered opposite.

Viscount Helun is now the new favorite of the royal family. He is very handsome and has black eyes and dark eyes that are rare in Westerners. But what people talk about is his life experience.

Helun was originally just a slave. He was bought back by Ulysses, the only young master of the Braden family, for ten gallons from the exchange. Ulysses favored him very much and even gave him treatment that ordinary slaves never had. He took him by his side at all times. In the end, he simply issued a free order for him, removed his identity as a slave, and introduced him to the General Office, paving his future for him.

During that period, the entire social community said that Ulysses was probably bewitched by this slave named Helun with a demonic magic.

But what happened next was beyond everyone's imagination.

Helun accepted the kindness of the Brian family, and then he took the secret letter from the Brian family without hesitation and voted for their opponents. Such behavior was like tearing off Ulysses' face, throwing it into the dust, and stomping on it a few more times.

Unfortunately, Kou Qiu is the one who has been trampled on his face.

Face is almost everything to the nobles.

"It's just a slave," he heard his aunt beside him snorting, his elongated voice full of disgust. "Do you really think that if you betray your faith, you can squeeze into the upper class?"

Kou Qiu held back and did not remind his aunt that Helun had been named viscount for his military merits.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a large bulging suitcase at Deloris's feet, and couldn't help but hesitate: "Auntie, this is..."

Deloris raised his chin, and the maid beside him rushed forward and respectfully opened the box. The money inside was filled with gold, almost lit up Kou Qiu's eyes.

"Today's product," the aunt made a clear conclusion, "I can't buy a single piece of Heron."

Kou Qiu: "..."

He recalled Ulysses' psychological activities when he came here just now, and he couldn't help but think that this is really a family, and even his style of conduct is exactly the same.

The music started suddenly and the transaction began.

Most of the objects pushed onto the stage were dazzling and dazzling, and the light of the big gems could be seen clearly even on the top. Deloris just waved the fan all the time, obviously not looking at these jewelry. She had another charm, not a girl, but a charm of a young woman. This charm was mature and elegant, making jewelry a foil under her light.

Her slender white fingers held the handle of the fan and said for a long time: "Yuri, I've told you before."

Kou Qiu pursed his lips tightly, without making a sound.

"You are always too kind," Deloris was helpless about the child who was taken care of by herself. Thinking that this was the first betrayal of the young master who was held in his hand, his tone softened, "They are just slaves, and should not shake your heart - what flows in their bones is different from ours."

She leaned back on the back of the chair and said quietly: "How can you expect someone who grows up in mud and water to learn what integrity is?"

Kou Qiu really doesn't agree with this theory of life experience.

"Auntie," he said, "our blood is the same."

Deloris shrugged and did not debate any more. He just sighed softly, and through the hall, he looked at Helun in the box opposite. Viscount Helun seemed to have noticed their gazes and nodded to this side from afar, as if nothing had happened, and he was calm.

Deloris turned his head in disgust and whispered: "Drass."

After jewelry, it was time to arrive at the slave.

A group of slaves tied with ropes were pushed onto the stage, wearing only simple white clothes, and the hemp rope was like snakes winding and spitting their letters, wrapped around their necks. Among them were men and women, most of whom were about seventeen or eighteen years old, and were forced to raise their heads so that the nobles present could see their beautiful faces clearly.

The host voiced a loud voice, loudly uttering everyone's quote: "Seven gallons! Eight gallons!"

Kou Qiu turned slightly and whispered something to the male servant beside him. A hint of surprise flashed quickly in Baier's eyes, but he didn't ask anything, but saluted respectfully, "Yes, young master."

He opened the door quietly and went out, while Deloris was taking a nap with his eyes closed, not paying attention to what was going on here.

After a while, the host on the stage announced: "These slaves have been photographed by one person, and the transaction has been completed!"

A whisper suddenly sounded in the hall, and he had to raise his voice so that what he said could be heard clearly: "Next, we will invite a soldier for you sir!"

The word warrior undoubtedly made many people concentrate.

Kou Qiu also sat more straighter and looked down.

He had an almost strange premonition.

Kou Qiu heard a low roar. The sound seemed to be angered, and it was repeatedly circling in his throat, emitting the scary blood of the ladies and ladies. Then, something was pulled out by two or three people with great difficulty.

It was a vicious dog half a human tall, with dark and shiny hair all over its body, and it was curled. It was obviously hungry for a long time, and its nostrils squirted into the air a few times, and crystal saliva dripped along the corner of its mouth.

It took a lot of effort to lift the confinement on its mouth and let it open its hideous mouth wide. The host also retreated outside the venue and said, "This is a vicious dog that we feed specially. We must eat raw meat every day - don't underestimate it. Dear sir, it can easily bite the throats of three people!"

A small low amazement suddenly sounded in the hall.

The host clapped his hands, and another figure was slowly pushed onto the stage from the other end.

That was a young man.

He was not very strong, but his broad shoulders and smooth and strong muscles under his tattered clothes all meant that he was a complete man. His chaotic light blonde hair hung on his face, covering his face. He could only see his neck with a faint blue veins, and the muscles on his neck were tight, just like a little bit of crafted by a sculptor holding a knife.

The evil dog smelled the scent of human flesh and became more restless.

The system boy said in surprise: [No, they don't want to...]

Want to use people to fight dogs?!

The next second, the man and the dog were all relaxed and imprisoned. The people on the stage quickly retreated, leaving only two pairs of eyes that were also bloodshot, looking at each other with a wild and wild nature.

Kou Qiu's hand suddenly trembled, and he felt a familiar breath from the person. The breath made his soul tremble and goose bumps rise from his arms layer by layer.

"stop!"

But the moment he shouted, the evil dog moved. Its strong limbs pulled down on the ground, then jumped forward suddenly, opened its blood-red mouth wide, revealing its sharp fangs, and pounced on its prey.

The young man was unarmed and could only stagger in embarrassment and dodge the side. The evil dog's mouth was right beside his legs, his fists were tightly pinched, and he hit the soft belly of Death one after another. His lips were dry and pale, and there was a fire in his eyes, but he did not make a scream.

The nobles onlookers were full of interest and all looked at them. And he was isolated and helpless, as if he was a beast like this dog.

...only fight.

Only fight!

He tightened the back of his hand and tried his best to resist the mouth that was trying to bite his neck directly. His hideous fangs pierced his blocking arm, and the bright red blood and the bright saliva of the dog tickled down, dyeing his pupils blood red.

The weight of his body was too heavy. His body, which had not been able to eat well for a few days, could not resist it. After shaking, he was thrown to the ground. The dog's mouth was closer, and he could even hear the creepy sound of his throat shaking and smell the fishy smell. The hair rubbed against his arm and almost bit off his throat in the next second.

Deloris looked for a while, blocked half of his face with a fan, and said lightly: "It's just that, Yuri, you... Yuri?"

She was surprised to find that the boy was trembling all over. She moved closer and said in surprise: "Yuri?"

The power struggle has reached the end.

The desire to survive is greater than the instinct of eating. The young man barely supported it, but he knew in his heart that his injured arm would not be able to support it for long.

He will become the dog's late-night snack today.

This thought suddenly came to him strongly, making him grit his teeth and a trace of sadness flowed from the bottom of his heart.

——He wants to live.

I want to live a life as a person, rather than being seen by everyone as a tool for fun on this platform now!

When the "stop" sounded, even the host was puzzled. He looked up in confusion and saw a slender figure standing up in the top floor box.

Recognizing which family it was, the host's smile suddenly became deeper, mixed with a little fear, and explained: "Master Bryden, but the transaction has not been completed yet-"

"No need." Kou Qiu in the box was trembling with his fingers, and he suddenly lifted the box under Deloris's feet, opened it with a loud bang, and poured it down from top to bottom. Stacks of golden gallons crackled down from the high place like raindrops, like a golden curtain spreading. They rolled down on the ground, spreading the entire ground, reflecting the eyes of the nobles.

Bright golden color.

But the young man on the stage saw a light that was even more dazzling than this. It was the young master's platinum curly hair, the hair made by God's favor.

Everyone was uproared, and even Deloris looked at the nephew in confusion. But Kou Qiu just straightened his back and said, "Is it enough?"

The host opened his mouth and was stunned for a long time, and he couldn't come back to his senses at all.

Where else can I see such a big deal besides the spoiled young master of the Braden family?

"Enough enough," he said hurriedly, "you are enough to buy all the slaves!"

With a wave of his hand, several people were about to enter the field and separate the evil dog and the young man.

But at this moment, the young man on the stage suddenly moved.

A flame was burning in his eyes that was completely different from that just now. The injured arm seemed to have gathered infinite power again. He arched his shoulders one after another, tightened the back of his hand vigorously, and hit the abdomen of the evil dog. The evil dog whimpered, his blood became heavier, and he grabbed his shoulders tightly.

The young man bit his lip and let the dog tear off a piece of bloody flesh on his shoulder. He suddenly pounded a tight fist at its head, then spread his palms, stuck his hands around the dog's neck, and threw them hard!

The heavy body was like a piece of rag, and it fell to the ground with a loud bang, and dust splashed everywhere!

In the silence of the whole field, the young man suddenly rode on the dog's limp body, punching down one punch after another. Until his fists were covered in flesh and blood, he seemed to be unable to feel the pain at all. He continued to increase the strength of his hands, waiting until a horrible sound came out of the dog's mouth, and his head tilted, completely losing his breath.

He won.
To be continued...