Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1239 - 339: Millennium Devil’s Fig Beauty

Chapter 1239: Chapter 339: Millennium Devil’s Fig Beauty

Liu Zhenshan nonchalantly snapped his fingers, and Guoguo popped out from under the turban, stretching out a little claw to rummage around in a belly pouch for quite a while before pulling out four crumpled Gold Certificates. This was the gambling debt Rommel had settled with Old Liu after returning to the city, totaling fourteen thousand Gold Coins, seven Mulan Gold Certificates, each with a denomination of two thousand.

The beautiful woman who had been introducing items on stage sauntered over, holding a gold dish in her hands, draped with velvet that held an eye-watering black pearl. Guoguo hooked her little finger, and the woman, startled for a moment, arched her eyebrows and leaned in. The beauty’s eyes, gleaming with myriad reflections, glinted towards Rommel and Liu Zhenshan.

Rommel was lounging back in his chair, a cold and splendid light shining from just his exposed eyes, while Liu Zhenshan’s foot was propped on another lounge chair, a cigar clenched in his mouth without a veil to cover it, his manner arrogantly indifferent. The middle-aged beautiful woman, relying on her experience, had already recognized that these two men were significant figures.

Guoguo tossed the Gold Certificates onto the tray, flashed the beautiful woman a grin, wrapped the black pearl in the velvet from the tray, tossed it onto the lounge chair, and in a flash jumped down from Liu Zhenshan’s shoulder, heading straight for the shell-less turtle. With a few quick punches and kicks, she cracked open a large gap on the turtle’s head, pulled out a Magic Crystal and Turtle Bead, and then, dragging the large shell, ran back.

Another cry of astonishment rose in the hall.

"Where does a Harley Beast get such strength?" Rommel stood up in surprise from his seat. The commotion in the hall was also for this reason, not because there was some eye-watering trash pearl in the turtle’s head.

"You’re asking me? Who should I ask?" Liu Zhenshan chuckled, almost beside himself with joy.

Star-tailed turtles have a fierce craving for alcohol, almost to the point of disregarding life and death. This desert Star-tailed turtle had obviously preyed upon its kin before, judging by the twelve Turtle Beads it had inside its belly.

These desert Star-tailed turtles drink from underground Wine Springs, and Liu Zhenshan estimated that the content of these underground springs was likely on par with industrial alcohol; otherwise, their Turtle Beads wouldn’t smell so bad, nor would they intoxicate the ancestors of the Desert Dwarfs into idiocy and blindness.

Although these Turtle Beads weren’t as top-notch as those from the Star-tailed turtles on the Aegean Continent that feasted exclusively on "Wine-Scented Lilies," Liu Zhenshan had his reasons for wanting them, not to mention the turtle shell was an excellent Magic Shield. Today’s spending was indeed not a loss.

"Are you from the Silk Continent, young master?" The middle-aged beautiful woman, apparently well-acquainted with the ways of the world, wasn’t at all fazed by Guoguo’s supernatural strength. Instead, she smiled at Liu Zhenshan with a curved eyebrow, speaking the common language spread throughout the world by Goblin traders.

"Yes," Liu Zhenshan knew it was his dark eyes that had misled the woman, but he couldn’t be bothered to explain.

"Hope you enjoy your time here." The middle-aged woman glanced at the Gold Certificates with a satisfied smile and gracefully stepped back.

"Why would there be pearls in a turtle’s head?" Rommel was still puzzled.

"You’re asking me? Who should I ask?" Liu Zhenshan found it all pretty baffling.

The auction resumed as normal, and while some people kept looking over at Guoguo, the proceedings gradually fell back into the regular order.

The items up for auction began to shift toward human trafficking. There were robust men with pitch-black skin, bizarre individuals with blood-red skin, and to Liu Zhenshan’s amazement, several wealthy buyers vied for an exquisitely delicate and vulnerably dressed young man, bidding up to a high price of four thousand Gold Coins, surpassing even the price of Gelan dancers.

What horrified Liu Zhenshan even more was that under the middle-aged woman’s urging, this stunning young man turned around, shed his clothes, and even moaned convincingly. His voice was clearer than a lark’s, and his demeanor more demure than a maiden’s.

Rommel told Liu Zhenshan that this young man was the royal consort from a tiny country in the desert, a nation whose populace had distinct characteristics. Their king fancied women, even more so, he had an ardent passion for men. The male consorts that were raised in their courts since childhood bathed in monkey bone broth, possessing supple bones and tender bodies, too frail to wear anything heavy, also blessed with beauty in voice and looks, a more feminine charm than women, intensely sought after by the Mulan elite.

Men with such perverse tastes existed, as Liu Zhenshan had heard, even within the ranks of the Bimon Kingdom’s nobility. It was nothing to make a big fuss about; even Prince Francisco of Saint Francis had his harem of male consorts...

Liu Zhenshan’s thoughts involuntarily drifted to Daisy.

By now, the bidding had reached five thousand five hundred Gold Coins—it was fiercely contested.

Liu Zhenshan finally understood why one needed to change into anonymous clothing and cover their face to attend the auction—it was all so they could indulge in such activities without the fear of recognition.

Six thousand five hundred Gold Coins now!

Liu Zhenshan could barely close his mouth in astonishment. Suddenly he thought that if Gomes or Mourinho were to be sold here, these Mulanese would probably start an immediate brawl.

The final price was settled at eight thousand five hundred Gold Coins! This male pet was even more valuable than the desert Star-tailed turtle Liu Zhenshan had auctioned!

Next up for auction was a naked beauty. This woman was supreme in quality, with perfect body proportions and a pale aquamarine skin that was seductively enticing, as if she had been petrified, unmoving, she was displayed in a large case and carried onto the stage for exhibition.

Liu Zhenshan watched for a while before realizing it was a sculpture, but damn, it looked so incredibly real.

"Remember that ’Love-lies-bleeding’?" Rommel asked.

"I do," Liu Zhenshan nodded as he lit a cigar, took a deep drag, and after holding it for a while, slowly exhaled a series of smoke rings.