Chapter 127 Tianlongren (seeking subscription)

The   Dragon people are descendants of 20 kings who established a new world government 800 years ago. They habitually call themselves "Descendants of the Creator", and live daily activities in the Holy Land Mariejoa on the top of the Red Earth Continent.

  Tianlong people enjoy all privileges, whether permitted or prohibited by law. For them, the law is nothing but a paper towel that can be broken at their fingertips, not even a paper towel!

  Because the Chambordian Islands are adjacent to Mary Gioia and Marin Vatican, there are usually many Denon people who visit the Chambordian Islands under the name of the "nether".

   Adrian did not expect that he had just landed in the Chambord Islands, and he would encounter a world nobleman whom ordinary pirates feared to avoid!

  But this is not the first time he has met a dragon.

  On the previous occasion on Thred Island in the North Sea, Adrian also beat the man who fell into the earth, Don Quixote, to convince people with a real reason, a physical reason!

  The Chambord Islands are not Basi Red Island.

  If you dare to offend the Tianlong people here, you will be dealt with on the spot, and at the worst, you will be attacked by the generals of the navy headquarters and the CP0 department, and you will lead a large number of soldiers together!

  So even the pirates who are bold enough will rarely do things that offend the Denonites.

  At this moment, the Tianlong man with sunglasses once again said impatiently: "Hey, you fat man, if you can't speak, change someone to host again!"

  After finishing speaking, without waiting for the auctioneer's response, the Tianlong man directly took out a pistol made of gold from the small table beside him, and shot it decisively without hesitation.

boom!

  The brass bullet hit the auctioneer’s abdomen directly, and the powerful impact made him take a step back slightly. The area hit by the bullet instantly shed a lot of blood, dyeing the surrounding clothes red.

  咚!

The auctioneer who was shot was also a little clever, pretending to be killed directly by the shot, and fell directly on his back to the ground.

   His huge body slammed heavily on the stage of the auction house, making a deafening noise.

  Originally, the auctioneer thought that he could escape this catastrophe, but how can the brain circuits of the Tianlong people be understood by ordinary people?

   "Untouchable! Untouchable!"

  The Sunglasses Tianlong pointed at the auctioneer on the stage, and he was so angry that he cursed directly.

   "How could you get killed so easily?"

   "And you dare to fall to the ground so loudly, it scared me a lot!"

   "You really **** it! Damn it!"

  Boom, boom! ! !

  The Sunglasses Draco fired several shots again, and shot the body of the auctioneer on the stage pretending to fall to the ground, and directly killed the latter on the spot.

  A thick pool of blood flowed from under the fat auctioneer's body, leaving a very dazzling scarlet mark on the stage.

  After emptying all the bullets in the golden pistol, the Sunglasses Celestial Man seemed to be unsatisfied, and he continued to curse.

  Sofia was in a state of dead silence in the auction house. Except for the insults of Kai Tianlongren, the others were quiet as if they could hear their own heartbeats.

  After a while, the staff of the Sophia auction house walked out, took off the body of the fat auctioneer who had not had time to host the auction, and replaced it with a pale, trembling little man.

"Luo, Saint Rozwald," the little man barely forced an ugly smile on his face, and asked respectfully at the Celestial Man under the stands, "I don't know if you want to directly Looking at the final product, or do you want the auction to continue?"

  I don’t know if it was because of the person who just killed the unpleasant person, Rozvard’s mood improved a lot, and he waved his hand very generously.

   "Just come as usual!"

  However, the ruined atmosphere in the auction house is not so easy to reverse.

  The first few auction items were unattended at all, and they were just passed.

  It wasn't until half an hour later that someone slowly started bidding with placards, but it was pitiful.

   "The next product is a human slave."

  The little speaker was dryly reading the information about the lot in his hand. It was obvious that he was just an unlucky guy who was pushed up at random, and he didn't know the slightest way of motivating guests.

  After briefly talking about the lot information, the little speaker directly gestured to the backstage.

  After a while, several guards wearing steel helmets escorted a tall, middle-aged man with his hands and feet locked and wearing a slave collar on his neck.

  There was a faint commotion in the audience.

   Adrian also frowned slightly. This slave was not on the list of auction items at all, and was obviously temporarily added by the auction house.

  Obviously, such "lots" are entirely to cater to the personal preferences of Saint Rozvar!

  Adrian focused his attention on the brawny slave on the stage.

   Although this middle-aged man still seemed to retain some strength, his eyes were completely dark, and there was no trace of light.

  And once a guard wants to approach, his body will subconsciously tremble a few times, and at the same time move his feet to retreat. This is a conditioned reflex that only occurs after long-term execution and abuse.

  Seeing this, Adrian couldn't help but shook his head slightly.

  Wandering in the sea for several years, he has also encountered slaves many times.

  At the very beginning, Adrian would free some innocent civilian slaves with kindness, but later discovered that some people did not have the value of being saved.

   is like the slave and brawny on the stage at this time.

  Long life as a slave has completely destroyed this man's spiritual will, and at this time he doesn't even have the courage to settle on his own.

  Even if it is rescued by force, it will not make any sense.

  Because of the excess of the previous auctions, the atmosphere off the court has eased a lot. After this relatively good slave came out, the atmosphere on the court finally recovered a lot.

   "Eight million Baileys."

   "9.6 million Baileys!"

   Just when a rich man raised his placard to bid.

  A lazy voice came from the front row, "One hundred million Baileys."

  The field fell into a state of silence again.

  In addition to the high price, the person who really persuades everyone is the identity of the offerer!

  Yes, it was Saint Rozwad who called out the offer.

   "No, thank you very much for the generosity of Saint Rozvard!" The little speaker stammered, "Next we enter the final stage."

  "This is a furry girl from the furry kingdom of the New World. It is a very rare Arctic fox fur family. The starting price is 80 million Baileys."

  As soon as the voice fell, Saint Rozvard directly quoted: "Three hundred million!"

   "Sorry, excuse me, 381 million Pele."

   Adrian raised his card.

  (End of this chapter)