In the spacious and enormous auction hall, countless bidders looked up at the audience.
But all was silent.
Everyone was staring at the person who had just pushed open the door and entered.Years, memories in my mindThat sentence.
Who's so perverted as to want to drink my bathwater? That phrase is utterly absurd!It's breathtaking!
Ansorren clearly knew he was coming, his face...Nothing changed, just a slightly annoyed response.Wearing this"I rarely come here to auction something in person, and you still come to sabotage my efforts."
"What you're trying to sell is my bathwater!"
Mo glared fiercely at Ansonuren and said through gritted teeth.
Ansorren, seemingly oblivious to any wrongdoing, rolled his eyes and exhaled a puff of smoke. "You're not...""What are you afraid of?"
Mo glared
