Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1241 - 340: The Woman

Chapter 1241: Chapter 340: The Woman

"Do you want it or not!" Rommel gritted his teeth and asked.

"Nonsense! Why wouldn’t I!" Although Liu was puzzled and even thought that Rommel was setting a trap, he readily agreed because the cost of mental power was too tempting.

"Then will you join me in conquering the world from now on?" Rommel gazed at Liu, and someone had already brought over the box containing the Magic Tuber Beauty.

"Ha, you want me to be your lackey?" Liu laughed so hard he bent backward, "Who do you think you are? You think a method of communicating with mental power has bought me over? Damn it!"

Rommel took a deep breath and nodded repeatedly.

The auction reached its climax, the final and most spectacular lot was up.

Liu’s gaze narrowed.

A group of strong men struggled to lift a peaked sedan chair onto the stage, the chair was very heavy. Even with eight strong men carrying it, droplets of water occasionally splashed out, wetting the curtain.

The curtain was lifted and the hall gasped.

Inside the peaked sedan chair was a giant vat planting a water lily. A woman of sublime beauty, dressed in white clothing and barefoot, was sitting cross-legged on the plump lily leaves. Her silken black hair, tied back with an ancient wooden hairpin, draped smoothly over her shoulders. With one hand she touched her chest, and with the other, she picked at a lily bud, appearing as light as a feather and otherworldly.

A layer of white gauze covered her face, revealing only a pair of tightly closed eyes and slightly furrowed brows, with a noticeable red mole between them. Even with her face half-hidden, the astonishing beauty she exhibited was overwhelming. The soft magic spotlights behind her formed a halo, making her looks like a dignified goddess descended to Earth.

Liu’s mouth hung open, and he swallowed hard.

From his estimate, this lady was probably around his height, at least a tall beauty of about 1.8 meters. He really wanted to rip off the light gauze from her face to see just how beautiful she truly was!

"Isn’t this lotus-sitting lady beautiful?" Rommel lightly tapped on the box containing the Magic Tuber Beauty while asking Liu softly.

"Absolutely a top-tier beauty!" Liu secretly felt his heart stir; facing such a beauty, any man who wouldn’t be moved isn’t a real man.

Just the veiled glimpse was already breathtaking; her look must be indescribably beautiful! She must be a woman from a rare race, how else could she sit on a water lily, defying Earth’s gravity? Such a beauty is extremely rare and truly arouses a man’s desire!

What puzzled Liu was that no one seemed willing to bid on such a top-tier beauty. The starting bid was five thousand gold coins, and the hall turned cold with silence after a long wait; many were stealthily glancing at Rommel, as if waiting for him to make a move.

Suddenly, the body of the beauty with the red mole sitting on the lotus leaf shivered, causing the water splash around her lightly, her beautiful eyes still tightly shut, but her long eyelashes trembled as if she was also scared.

"Six thousand gold coins!" Rommel raised his hand.

The auctioneer slammed the hammer, and surprisingly, no one else placed a bid. Liu cursed under his breath; he still had three gold certificates left, had he known he would have bid himself.

"Knowing you like beautiful women, I’m giving her to you as a gift!" Rommel grinned at Liu, "Including the Magic Tuber Beauty."

"You think this will buy me?" Liu was stunned for a while then burst into loud laughter.

"I’m no longer interested in recruiting you; don’t be too full of yourself," Rommel sneered, leaving Liu stunned again.

Rommel was giving him a thousand-year-old Magic Tuber Beauty, priceless to any Mage, and a lotus-sitting beauty light as a feather, yet claimed he wasn’t trying to woo him, what the hell was he up to? Liu frowned.

"If you don’t want them, I’ll just give these beauties to someone I know in the hall," Rommel spoke solemnly.

"Of course, I want them!" Liu quickly agreed, "What a joke, if someone offers such beautiful women for free, there’s no reason to refuse."

"Go up and accept them, I need to go pay," Rommel patted Liu’s shoulder, "And don’t overthink it in your mind. I know you’re suspecting this is some kind of seductive trap..."

"I’m just curious; such a peerless beauty, why don’t you keep her for yourself?" Liu glanced at him.

"Do you really want to know the reason?" Rommel squinted his eyes and asked Liu.

"I’ve wanted to know for a long time!" Liu Zhenhan hugged his arms.

"Do you know why in all of Mulan, only Master Manali and I are considered Monastic Imams?" Rommel lowered his head and leaned in close to Liu Zhenhan, gently tearing off the small mustache on his lips, and slowly said, word by word, "To become a Monastic Imam, one must first reach the level of the Monastic Imam, then castrate oneself with a knife, thereby obtaining the innate condition to practice Shadow Magic!"

Liu Zhenhan’s eyes seemed frozen, his mouth gaping like a yawning hippopotamus.

There was actually... such a vicious magic! Absolutely Fallen Magic!

Why those twelve Gelan dancers were still virgins, Liu Zhenhan understood!

Why Rommel was so uncontrollably furious when he heard himself joke about him, Liu Zhenhan understood!

The Millennium Demon Yam Beauty is a treasure that Mages dream of obtaining mental power, and the only way to acquire it is through intercourse, but this guy was actually a eunuch! Why Rommel’s eyes looked so complicated when looking at the Demon Yam Beauty, Liu Zhenhan now understood!

"This..." Liu Zhenhan was at a loss for words.

"I have come this far in Mulan thanks to my perseverance." Rommel reattached his mustache and straightened up.

Liu Zhenhan suddenly found this guy very terrifying, truly terrifying.

"Scared silly?" Rommel was laughing, but the smile was strange, "Now you can understand my difficulties, can’t you?"

"I really feel for you!" Liu Zhenhan sighed.

"Beautiful women appear as beautiful as flowers to me; I appreciate this beauty but do not possess it." Rommel shook his head. "I don’t think there is anything wrong with that, so put away your cheap sympathy! Do you know what race this lotus beauty comes from?"

"I don’t know," Liu Zhenhan shook his head.

"This race is an acquaintance of yours." Rommel laughed heartily, "And you say you don’t know!"

"Beamon?" Liu Zhenhan squinted at the beauty seated on the lotus, a light veil covering her face, making it difficult to determine her race, which increased Liu Zhenhan’s confusion and anger even more. If he hadn’t been there today, wouldn’t another Beamon beauty have fallen victim?

Rommel shrugged noncommittally and went to pay.

Several strong men carried a sedan chair with a pointed roof and placed the beauty sitting on the water lily in front of Liu Zhenhan.

Looking at the red mole between the girl’s eyebrows, Liu Zhenhan’s mind was filled with questions. Rommel said she was from his race, but which among his subordinates had such a light body? Even the Yufrey tribe’s Butterfly People weren’t this incredible! To sit on a lotus leaf without sinking, considering the Beamon Kingdom, only the Zodanu Clan’s Frogmen have the racial ability to "tread on duckweed"—but even if the Zodanu Clan had a peerless beauty, how could she possibly be one meter eighty tall?

Liu Zhenhan reached for the girl’s veil. She didn’t feel the slightest bit dangerous, Liu Zhenhan’s guard was already half lowered. Now, he just wanted to see which Beamon race this woman belonged to.

The girl’s body trembled slightly, and although her eyes were closed, she still dodged the hand Liu Zhenhan extended, but ultimately she couldn’t avoid it, and her veil was removed.

Guoguo stood on Old Liu’s shoulder, covering her mouth.

Indeed, she was a beauty with icy skin and a shy demeanor, an oval face with a red mole between her eyebrows, lovely enough to extinguish any anger at a glance, cleansing one’s vulgarity as if drinking an iced water in the scorching summer.

Liu Zhenhan was still shaken by this beauty, and had yet to consider which Beamon race she belonged to, when the beauty sitting on the lotus suddenly opened her closed eyes, and a streak of golden light shot out from her beautiful eyes.

"How can this be?" Liu Zhenhan’s last thought was this before he fainted suddenly.

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Sincerely recommended, a new work by the veteran Qidian author Purple Hairpin Hatred, "Grand Ambitions of a Thousand Autumns"!

I know you would complain, as I didn’t update yesterday, but something urgent came up.

I don’t know why, but I keep having hallucinations lately.