Chapter 88: Your name is so cool

Why is this buying something? It's totally spending money!

It was the first time the matchmaker encountered such a thing, and she had no idea for a while.

She is just the auctioneer of the auctioneer, and she is not qualified to intervene with the buyer, let alone call a stop.

What if the buyer is a local tyrant, and he prefers to play by name? !

Seeing that the price was about to hit 10,000 gold coins, she couldn't help turning her head to look at the terrace on the sixth floor.

On the terrace, the white-clothed man leaned there in his leisure time, his black eyes looked at Room 13 playfully.

It's not just him, everyone's eyes are on the terraces on the 13th and 57th.

On the third floor, Hao Qingyou looked like a ghost: "This...Feng Chenglin...isn't it crazy? How dare he call such a number?"

Zuo Furong smirked her lips and sneered: "Huh! It deserves it! His brain is full of fat and his chest has no ink. Wait a while to see how he died!"

Except for Ling Luoyu, everyone is waiting to see Feng Chenglin's wonderful drama.

His grandfather is Zaifu, with high authority, which is destined to many people waiting to see the jokes of Fengjia.

In comparison, Fang Cheng and Cao Renlong are not very attractive.

On the terrace on the 13th floor, Ling Luoyu shook a paper fan and looked sideways at No. 57 below.

Cao Renlong was jumping with his feet up and his head up, blushing with a thick neck: "Fifty-seven..."

Not to be outdone, Feng Chenglin immediately responded: "Thirteen..."

"fifty seven……"

Ling Luoyu suddenly raised his hand, poked Feng Chenglin's throat with a finger, and beat back the words behind him.

"It's almost done. If you keep shouting, your Feng family will be bankrupt..."

Feng Chenglin held his throat with his hand, couldn't say a word, staggered back.

No one expected that Ling Luoyu would make a sudden move, and for a while, he was silently stunned.

The white-clothed man's eyes were even more evil, and he sat back with a smile, "This little guy... fun!"

The black-clothed man beside him looked sideways, his mouth twitched, "Master..."

The man in white lifted his fingertips slightly: "Watching the show!"

The matchmaker took the lead in regaining consciousness, and hurriedly shouted: "Thirteen thousand seven hundred and five...Fifty-seventh...Is anyone shouting?"

Everyone: "..."

It's all hot, what's the number? !

If you call the number again at this time, it is not brain damage, but brain waste.

Feng Chenglin rubbed his throat and said hoarsely: "More than 13,000...I fuck...I called so many??"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes and squinted: "Your name is so cool, your throat is dumb...what do you think..."

Fengcheng Lin Shuang smiled: "The three grandsons below are stupid?! You dare to fight with this young man... But, the third youngest, you are so embarrassed... I'm about to break my neck. ...

"Snapped!"

Ling Luoyu closed the paper fan and stuck his head out: "That..."

Everyone's eyes gathered in an instant, what else is this dude doing? ?

The matchmaker is also nervous, is it possible for them to continue? !

Lightly the paper fan, Ling Luoyu had a smirk on his face: "That...beautiful sister, since the 57th is so concerned about the inner alchemy of the stink beast, it is bound to win, and our brothers will not be loved. Just fulfill them..."

She turned her head and looked down, a little surprised: "Huh...what about people?"

Since the call stopped, there was no sound below.

The matchmaker was quick in her mind and called the number three times in a row to make a sale and handed the number plate to the little servant beside her.

"Send it to the guest on the 57th..."