1202: Out of Expectations

Out of Expectations

Don't say that you're hungry if you were just feeling greedy for food.1

Qiao Mu took out some pastries and fruit from her inner world and stopped up those three foodies' mouths.

Afterwards, she walked up to the window and looked down.

By this time, the space below had been full to bursting. Numerous people, including many high ranking officials and noble lords, had come to this House of Treasures Auction House.

At this time, an enchanting attendant knocked on the door and walked inside. When her gaze flitted across the outstanding men inside the private box, her eyes couldn't help but brighten.

The female attendant's belly showed as she swayed her body while walking over. She then handed a thin booklet to Mo Lian, saying coquettishly, "Young Sirs, these are the items up for auction tonight. Please take a look."

Mo Lian did not take what that woman handed over. Instead, Huifeng stepped in front of that woman and waved his hand in displeasure, "We know. Just place that booklet on the table. You can go."

That woman stomped her foot in a huff. Afterwards, she placed that booklet on a small side table before turning to give Duan Yue and Situ Yi a flirtatious wink.

Yet both males merely cast their gazes aside simultaneously, feeling like their eyes had been scarred.

Seeing that no one paid her any attention, that woman stomped her foot again before walking out the door. Just as she closed the door, she heard a crisp, chilly voice asking, "That person has an eye problem?"

The woman slipped, nearly landing on her butt.

Qiao Mu was genuinely confused. She just saw that woman blinking crazily at Mo Lian and Duan Yue from the moment she came in to the moment she walked out. If she didn't have an eye problem, what else could it be?

Liang Qingqing chortled in laughter upon hearing this.

She hooked Qiao Mu's shoulders and replied with a laugh, "Right, right, she has an eye problem."

Situ Yi could not help looking at Crown Prince Mo with sympathy: Their little junior sister had yet to understand the matters of the heart. Crown Prince Mo's journey was long and full of hardships!

As they spoke, Liang Qingqing picked up that thin booklet. When she opened the first page, she involuntarily snorted, "Wow, this auction house is a bit interesting. Look at what it says here, the first auction lot—an item out of expectations."

"Ha ha, what could this item that is out of expectations be? Could it be a phoenix egg, hahaha!" Liang Qingqing cracked a joke, and she ended up not being able to resist laughing at what she said.

"If this House of Treasures really had a phoenix egg to auction off, then their publicity wouldn't just stop at this extent today. Perhaps they would raise a bigger commotion and make the news known to the entire world." Duan Yue shook his head.

"An item out of expectations."Qiao Mu blinked before glancing about outside the window.

She saw the auction room below quiet down instantly, and a middle-aged auctioneer walked up the stage with a smile. Subsequently, several robust, adult men walked over while pushing an iron cage.

This iron cage was covered with a piece of red cloth, temporarily blocking everyone's gazes.

The people below started making a hubbub, their voices rising higher and higher as they delved into heated discussion.

"It wouldn't be some giant mystic beast, right!"

"This indeed is not commonly-seen."

"Mystic beasts and the like simply have no use to us normal people."

"Remove the red cloth quickly! Remove it!"

The hooting and nonstop shouts drew Duan Yue and Situ Yi to the window, and they looked down. "This auction house has really gone all out to build momentum."

"Could this first auction lot really be some mystic beast?" Liang Qingqing questioned with a blink of her eyes.

At this time, a bewitching young lady walked up to the stage while holding a red sign. On the sign was written 'The first auction lot, an item out of expectations.'

Everyone's curiosity had been piqued at this time, and they quickly shouted out loud, "Start quickly!"

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