Those who have experienced it say they have had a good experience.

Chapter 151

All of Chiron's peripherals and figures were swept away on the opening day of the sale.

As a professional musician, Zhuo Fu naturally took part in the buying frenzy.

He had thought that he would be able to win by relying on the Administration's internal network, but to his dismay, he was stuck in the interface for only two or three seconds, and then when he looked again, there was nothing there.

Staring at the bright red zero behind the remaining quantity, Zhuo Fu rubbed his eyes incredulously.

...... can't be right?

That's too soon!

He clicked on the item's details, and was a little too upset to do so.

As one of the few humans to have seen what a real dragon looks like, Zhuo Fu has to admit that this figure is really well done.

The palm-sized Little Silver Dragon can be seen half-recumbent, prone, or soaring on wings with impeccable precision and craftsmanship.

The one Zhuo Fu is looking at is semi-recumbent.

The silvery-white Little dragon curled himself into a round ball, his paws scrunched under his belly, the tip of his pointed, thin tail wrapped around and was padded under his head, and his round, reddish-golden eyes were slightly raised, and he didn't know what kind of craftsmanship had been used to make them look wet, so harmless that they were simply too harmless to be true.

Even Zhuo Fu, who has never thought of himself as interested in this kind of doll, couldn't help but feel his heart soften for a moment at the sight of this cute and cuddly little doll.

But!

He actually!

Didn't grab it!!!

This is not scientific!!!

So, Zhuo Fu quickly played his own little game of cards.

After all, he knew the giant dragon Ben Long and was still very close and good friends with the creator of this project ah! Although he didn't grab any of them with his hand speed, but with his connections, it shouldn't be a problem to buy a few through the back door!

Wen Yao, the project's creator, close friend and head of the Combat Section, gazed at the coquettish Zhuo Fu with an expressionless face, and with a single word, he mercilessly knocked the other into an endless abyss:

"Forget it, it's impossible."

Zhuo Fu: "????"

Like a bolt from the blue, he stared at him with wide eyes, "No way, not even with our relationship!"

Zhuo Fu raised one finger and begged, "Just one! Please! I've already boasted to my friends and family, wouldn't I lose face if I can't even buy one!"

Wen Yao remained expressionless.

She lifted a finger, "First, don't get close, we're not that close."

Zhuo Fu: "......"

Calling.

Wen Yao raised a second finger: "Secondly, what does it matter to me whether you have face or not, who told you to blow your cowhide."

Zhuo Fu: "......"

Calling!

How can this woman be so heartless!

Before he could open his mouth to complain, he saw Wen Yao raise a third finger:

"Third ......"

She sighed, "...... Actually, it's that I don't have it in my hand either."

Zhuo Fu: ?

He revealed a bewildered look, "How come? Aren't you in charge of this project? Why don't you have any leftovers anywhere?"

Wen Yao glanced at him coldly, "Guess what?"

Zhuo Fu : "How can I guess this!"

"Who do you think is going to buy out all of it and keep it off the market?" Wen Yao asks.

Zhuo Fu was first stunned, then seemed to realize something and slowly widened his eyes, ".................. "

Grass.

He knows what's going on.

He looked over at Wen Yao and said dryly, "Holy shit, no way?"

Wen Yao nodded with a sullen expression.

Zhuo Fu: "......"

The corner of his mouth twitched, "I have to say, that officer of yours is really overly possessive to such an extent that it's overly morbid, I think he should see a doctor, really."

Wen Yao said coolly, "You can tell him that yourself."

Zhuo Fu: "?"

Wen Yao slowly revealed a gloating smile, "That ascetic research handsome guy who said he had touched a dragon before was you, right?"

Zhuo Fu: "......"

Suddenly there was a sense of foreboding.

Wen Yao raised his hand and patted Zhuo Fu's shoulder, "Sorry, bro, I'm pulling you down in order to divert the fire."

Zhuo Fu eyeballed: "...... you harmed me!!!"

Unable to buy the figures, Administration's official account was quickly filled with the disgruntled masses.

"It's only been a few seconds! Where's the peripheral and the hand-me-downs! They're all gone!"

"I can't believe I didn't grab any of them with my hand speed after so many years of being single, and my friends around me didn't buy any either, so do you think it's appropriate?"

"Buy hand-me-downs at a high price, give your kids something to think about please!"

"Portraits! Portraits! I want more portraits! I'm going to die today without a dragon to suck!"

"One man's book of blood begs for more!"

With continued prayers, the official account continues to play dead.

It's not that they don't want to care, but they can't.

After all, they really didn't dare to offend a possessive human being who was the strongest.

Especially after all the inventory was bought by the other side in its entirety, they were more than content to turn a blind eye.

As for upselling it's even more impossible.

...... They don t want to be targeted by an overly jealous dragonslayer.

*

Gems of various colors were dazzling and bright, and the light was refracted and scattered into countless brilliant halos of stars.

They clustered around the teenager, hardening into subpar accents.

The teenager's spine was slightly arched, the soft sheen of scales glistening on his pale skin, a slight powder glowing between the cracks of the scales, stars and teeth marks and red marks falling on them, and once again being kissed one by one.

The silver-white dragon's wings spread dolefully, the tips of the fins shivering with each kiss.

By the end of the day, even the cold membrane and hard wing bones were being kissed all over, patiently nibbled and licked, little by little uncovering new sensitive spots.

The hard gem was warmed by human lips and tongue, slowly rolling over the skin, leaving a long, ambiguous wet trail.

It was obviously a favorite bright flash, but now it's a prop that brings excitement and torment.

The sheer contrast left Shi An's head spinning and her toes curling.

"Let me see what else."

The man stretched out his long, slender knuckles and gently tapped them on the shattered screen, flipping it backward absently, the illuminated shimmering light reflecting in the bottom of his eyes:

"This one seems interesting too."

Shi An had only glimpsed mere words, but a hotter heat immediately surged under his skin, quickly steaming the tips of his ears and the side of his neck pink.

"......"

He mentally let out a scream of shame.

As it turns out, the imagination of the Internet is boundless.

There are pictures, text, and pictures plus text, plots, scenes, props, and lots of tricks and games.

Shi An experienced it first hand and has since developed a new appreciation for the bottom line.

Mu Hang curved his lips and kissed the other woman pleasantly at the corners of her scarlet eyes and her dark lashes wet with tears.

After patiently putting those so-called "fantasies" into practice one by one, the sour taste that had been rolling around in my heart was finally smoothed out.

He reached down and fished out the cell phone on the side.

The battery level shown on the screen was already low, and the metal casing was vaguely hot in my hand.

Mu Hang scanned the top with downcast eyes and calmly gave a few of the bloggers a like.

Not bad.

Those who have experienced it report a good experience.

*

Those bloggers dropped their cell phones in shock the moment they saw the account.

...... blah, blah, blah?

Who's this awesome guy at ......?

This this this ...... This can't be a dream, right? Or did you enter some parallel world when you opened your eyes?

Immediately afterward, upon reading to what was being liked, they went black.

#How to escape from the first human power, wait online, hurry #

# Life is long, and it gets shorter if you die. # #

# Is it too late to buy a one-way ticket off the planet? #

*

Due to Mu Hang's grudge, Zhuo Fu and Wen Yao spent two inhumane months.

Zhuo Fu is not convinced by such inhuman slavery and oppression, but unfortunately, it is not effective.

Especially in the last two days, such oppression has intensified.

Because Mu Hang has started taking missions again.

Zhuo Fu felt like he couldn't take it anymore and had to have an uprising!

But before he could do anything about it, he was stopped by Wen Yao's quick eyes:

"What do you want?"

Zhuo Fu : "I can't take it anymore! I--"

"Haven't you noticed that Officer Mu hasn't been back to the old Mu family mansion for several days now?" Wen Yao asked slyly.

Zhuo Fu froze, "...... It does seem like it."

"Did they have a fight?" He asked surreptitiously, lowering his voice.

Wen Yao: "Not like that."

"What was that about?"

Wen Yao narrowed his eyes, "In my opinion, it's not that Officer Mu doesn't want to go back, but that he can't."

Translate that.

Mu Hang, odds are, he's been kicked out.

Zhuo Fu: "......"

So reasonable and totally irrefutable.

Wen Yao : "So I suggest you don't touch this."

Zhuo Fu raised his head and peeked in Mu Hang's direction.

The silver-haired man's face was cold, his eyes lowered, and he was gazing at his communicator, his entire body seeming to be shrouded in a deep depression.

"What do you think happened?"

Wen Yao shrugs, "I don't know."

Mu Hang drops his eyes, purses his lips, and sends a message to Shi An:

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have done it so many times at once."

"I've found you more better looking gems in the last few days, bring them back to you, okay?"

"Also, the dolls in that whole room aren't what you think they are, I'll be sure to get rid of them when we get back ......"

Mu Hang thought about it and deleted the last line.

Throwing is impossible to throw.

But he'll definitely hide it a little better in the future.