After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Master Qing ignored the people around him who were either afraid or ready to fight, raised his sleeves and announced loudly:

"The final round of the Nanfeng Pavilion Jiyue Gongzi Oiran Night competition has officially begun."

"If anyone wants to top up the deposit, please ring the bell and ask the servant to count the chips for you."

"Those who do not have enough deposit will not be able to participate in the filming tonight."

A piece of red silk was handed to Xie Nanxing. With a slight effort, a full moon lantern with the words "Mr. Ji Yue" written on it was lit at the top of Nanfeng Pavilion.

When the bidding started, someone stood up and looked at the person at the top of the list with a provocative look.

"I'll offer thirty thousand and one ounces of gold."

"Hahaha, I'll offer 30,020 taels of gold."

"I offer thirty thousand and eleven ounces of gold."

After only ten rounds of bidding, the person at the top of the list was pushed down, hurriedly rang the bell, and began to add chips frantically.

One tael of gold equals ten taels of silver. All the people who participated in the auction in Nanfeng Pavilion secretly exchanged their silver for gold.

"I'll give you thirty-five thousand taels."

"Thirty-seven thousand taels."

"Forty thousand taels."

……

These wealthy men who were bidding were arguing fiercely for Master Ji Yue and for their own face.

The numbers that were shouted out in a frenzy were so huge that the people inside and outside Nanfeng Pavilion had never seen such numbers before, let alone dreamed of them.

A random amount of money is just a fraction of what his ancestors could earn even if they worked the land for hundreds of years.

The half-hour auction ended and the top ten guests were selected.

Master Qing was thinking about all this golden gold and was laughing so hard that he forgot about his master and Shen Jinmo.

A cold and sharp feeling suddenly crept out from under Master Qing's feet, and his ruddy face turned so pale that even the big red lantern could not hide it.

He took steps back little by little, lowered his head little by little, and when the living devil and dozens of imperial guards walked into Nanfeng Pavilion, Pavilion Master Qing was already standing behind Xie Nanxing.

Whispering for help: "Master, save me."

Xie Nanxing turned around and looked at Master Qing, giving him a reassuring look.

Originally, not even a mouse could squeeze into Nanfeng Pavilion, and they tacitly made way for Shen Jinmo.

The armchair carried by the guards was placed right under the platform. Shen Jinmo sat on it with his sword in his hand. The bustling atmosphere in the hall was instantly frozen.

Raising his hand slightly, Mo Ping handed the whip to Shen Jinmo.

With a light swing forward, it passed through the ten successful bidders on the platform who were subconsciously protecting their trophies, and landed on the well-maintained face of the Qing Pavilion Master, in front of Xie Nanxing's stunned eyes.

A trickle of blood oozed down her cheek, and the Qing Pavilion Master, who always cherished her appearance, immediately had tears in his eyes.

Everything requires symmetry. Shen Jinmo slapped Master Qing on the other cheek.

To hit the snake is to hit it at its most vulnerable part. The owner of Qing Pavilion really cried bitterly, covering his face in front of everyone.

When the whip hit him, even if his skin and bones were exposed, Master Qing didn't even blink an eye.

But Shen Jinmo had no moral principles and only hit people in the face!

The fox raised his eyes slightly and looked at Xie Nanxing with a look full of grievance.

Didn’t they agree that Shen Jinmo wouldn’t hurt him as long as Xie Nanxing was around?

Xie Nanxing avoided his gaze and lowered his head guiltily as he played with the official robe draped over his body.

The people in the stands who were frightened to the point of being weakened by Shen Jinmo's whip had no time to pity Pavilion Master Qing.

It takes a lot of effort to bend down and pick up the silver that was blown in by the strong wind, and they can't just throw it into the water without even making a sound.

"Master Qing...Qing, what we spent...was real money. You...you can't let us lose both our money and our lives."

Master Qing looked at these people with his face bruised by Shen Jinmo, reminding them that their opponent now was Shen Jinmo.

Your lives are almost gone, yet you're still thinking about beauties and money?

Seeing that the Master of the Green Pavilion was not using it properly, someone on the high platform cleared his throat slightly, hid behind the crowd, closed his eyes and argued:

"Since Lord Shen... has sent Master Jiyue back to Nanfeng Pavilion, Master Jiyue will... will still be the most beautiful girl in Nanfeng Pavilion. Since we have spent money, we will naturally spend the night with Master Jiyue."

"yes…"

"Lord Shen's actions...are...too overbearing..."

The mosquito-like voices of agreement reached Shen Jinmo's ears, and he swung out three whips in succession. Those who protested were dragged down from the platform and thrown out of Nanfeng Pavilion.

Even though Mo Ping disliked Master Ji Yue, when he was away from home, the reputation of his Shen family would not tolerate any provocation.

"The Master Jiyue on the stage was personally carried out from the Shen Residence by my master today. The robe he is wearing is the official robe my master wears when he attends court."

"My master always cares for the people in the house, so he allowed him to go home to rest for a while, pack his bags, and say goodbye to these good friends. Who would have thought that with such good skills, you would force a good woman into prostitution?"

"Not only will the gold and silver you bid for be added to the national treasury, but even your heads will be chopped off."

Under the pressure of unfounded charges, everyone participating in the bidding tonight began to panic.

Xie Nanxing looked at these people who were shocked by Mo Ping's few words, and he became unhappy.

How could Xia Hong believe Shen Jin Mo Yiqing if he didn't perform the drama of taking advantage of others and fighting for the beauty to his heart's content?

"Lord Shen kidnapped me from the long street yesterday and brought me back to the mansion. He also bullied me for a whole day and night in the mansion. Now that I have returned to the South Wind Pavilion, you are still trying to ruin my night of pleasure."

"Lord Shen is going too far. Is there any law in this God City?"

Everyone inside and outside Nanfeng Hall who heard Xie Nanxing's words began to admire Xie Nanxing as a man of steel.

Talk about the law with Shen Jinmo?

With just a few words, he could kill everyone in Nanfeng Pavilion, and no one dared to pursue the charges against him.

Shen Jinmo is the law king of this divine capital.

Throwing the whip back into Mo Ping's hand, Shen Jinmo took a few steps towards Xie Nanxing.

The only person in those eyes is Xie Nanxing.

"You dare to look for another man behind my back while covering my official robe. You really are not afraid of death."

Hearing this, Xie Nanxing tore off the robe covering his body, stood up and threw it directly towards Shen Jinmo's face.

"It's just a ragged robe, who cares?"

Shen Jinmo took the robe that Xie Nanxing had draped over his face. Not only did he not get angry, he even put it under his nose and sniffed it carefully. The curve of his mouth was gentler than anyone could imagine.

Shen Jinmo's actions made her heart itchy, and even her neck and ears turned red.

Not daring to look at Shen Jinmo for too long, Xie Nanxing raised his head to look at the lantern that symbolized Young Master Ji Yue, as stubborn and proud as a peacock.

Contentedly returning to the armchair, Shen Jinmo was extremely patient: "I'll give you half a cup of tea to sit in my arms."

He chuckled and raised his eyes: "Otherwise, you will bear the consequences at your own risk."