"Oh? It seems that there are also some people in Siren City who are quite stylish. White flowers are very appropriate. "Fu Yan's smirk remains unchanged: "So, where is that noble white flower now?"

"Of course it's in District 15. If it's not in District 15, it must have been defiled, right?" The proprietress took out a card and a high-definition photo from the counter. "But the other flowers that came with the white flowers are not so lucky."

Fu Yan's hand that picked up the photo paused slightly: "What do you say?"

"The ones with strength have not been caught. Now that they can be sent to Siren, there are only some remaining soldiers with little strength. At this moment, they are probably defiled in the evil zone." Mojiu spread her hands. "It's a pity that their elf bloodline is really useful."

The evil zone is filled with the most evil side of human nature. Mo Jiu has been doing things here for many years and has long been indifferent. When he knows, he sighs and expresses his sympathy. It is the limit.

Fu Yan did not respond. His eyes fell on the haggard beauty in the photo. The beauty looked extremely beautiful, and there was a natural and noble atmosphere between her eyebrows and eyes.

After confirming that this was their goal in this trip, Fu Yan looked at the card with a few lines of words written on it.

——Please bring the mitral golden rose to the Demons’ Feast and get the treasure you want. [166401172300], [15], [260].

"The first string of numbers is time, 11:00 pm on the 17th of the month. The second string of numbers is location. District 15? Will an auction be held in District 15?" Fu Yan looked at the card and thought about it carefully, but still puzzled. "What does the third number, 260, mean?"

"The third one is the entry score. You have to get 260 points before you can enter the venue." Mo Jiu's face showed a strange smile, "This is the rule set by the city lord. The auction in District 15 has always been fair and just, and there is no commission. It is just that it needs to be paid for the venue fee. One point is counted for 10,000 Yunshi Circular Coin, or if you answer the abnormal questions asked by the city lord, one point for each question."

"Is it the tradition of your District 15 to set such an embarrassing strange rule?" Fu Yan blinked: "Let me reveal what perverted questions a city lord had this time?"

——They don’t have enough money to pay these admission fees.

"Yunshi History, and Ninth-level Magic." Because the topic had been announced long ago, Mojiu simply took out his mobile phone and sent all the questions to Fu Yan. "I actually added two new questions, asking how many ninth-level magic Lord Bingxue had released in the Battle of Ice Thunder, and whether he had ice-attribute talent or ice-attribute dual-attribute talent. Isn't this question openly challenging Ronaka? It has been explained in the official statement that all the news about Ice Thunder is kept confidential."

"...This question is indeed cruel." Fu Yan took a sip of Xing Shen, "Maybe that Lord Bingxue can't remember how many ninth-level magic he released. Besides, he has a [Creator's Back Garden]. Is the ninth-level magic used by his demon spirit considered the magic he used? This question itself is very ambiguous."

After looking at other topics, Fu Yan relaxed. "It seems that Ping An is fine to enter the venue."

"Oh? Do you have confidence?" Mo Jiu was a little surprised, but he also felt that this seemed to be expected. Fu Yan saw that he was a very well-educated and intelligent person. It should be normal to have this knowledge reserve.

"Well, the historical part can be said to be nothing big. As for the ninth-level magic part... I have a good candidate." Fu Yan subconsciously looked at the time. It was late at night, and it was almost dawn. If nothing unexpected happened, the man was sleeping.

"It doesn't matter if two people answer questions, but you have to answer questions at the same time?"

"Can you go to answer questions on the 16th?"

"No, the seats will be arranged at the latest on the fifteenth day. The sixteenth day will be arranged."

"That's it..." Fu Yan thought about it and decided to send a message to Chi Huan first. He thought Chi Huan would be very interested in these questions.

However, the situation is probably more serious than when they discussed it on the ship.

——

On the 11th day of Duanyue, at 7 o'clock in the morning, Chi Huan, who got up on time, knocked on Yiquan's bedroom door ten minutes later.

Yiquan, who had just finished taking a shower in the room, was startled. After knowing the visitor, he was even more surprised. "Is there anything you... looking for me...?"

Chi Huan had a gloomy face, and there seemed to be a burst of anger in his eyes. Even though Yi Quan knew that this was not targeting her, he was shocked and dared not say anything more.

"Can you please do me a favor?" Chi Huan's voice was much colder than yesterday.

“What’s the busy thing?”

"Lead the way, go to District 12. And, lend me some money."

At nine o'clock in the morning. After a whole process of searching, negotiations and taking action, the news about Bingxue’s Binglin District 12 spread out quickly.

A series of ice explosions sounded, and Chi Huan directly overturned the entire factory. Yi Quan looked at the dumbfounded person with a very pity on his face. He actually asked Chi Huan to search for it himself, which was obvious that he didn't want to survive.

Under the factory is a water prison, which houses many large aquatic carnivorous cloud beasts. After the extreme ice freezes all the water in the dungeon, Chi Huan quickly finds the dying Gong Beixing.

"Wow--!" Finally seeing the savior coming, Gong Beixing suddenly became more energetic. After the shackles that bound him were untied by the ice, he rushed over and hugged Chi Huan's waist. "I was so scared that I thought I was really going to die!"

He lifted him up and down for a while and after Chi Huan confirmed that he had no obvious injuries, he fell over his shoulder and made his turn to the ground with his begging and resistance.

"I seem to have said it many times. I cherish my life!" Chi Huan hooked Gong Beixing's neck, stuck his throat, and said angrily. "If I hadn't arrived in time, the grass on the grave would be three feet tall now! I have worshiped my parents so old, do you want to be the third one!"

"I'm going to die! Let go! Am I not dead yet!" Gong Beixing thought to himself, why do you, the third person you worshiped, sound quite glorious? "Come on, who will give me the antidote! I'm poisoned!"

"Ah?" In an instant, Lord Bingxue, who was cloudy and thunderstorm, turned to look at the person in charge who had already been scared. His eyes were dark and blood red...

"I'm sorry! It's not me!! I don't have an antidote..." The fat uncle who was watching the door of the factory who didn't know what was going on during the day had a snot and tears flowing from his face, and a foul stench floated out from under him.
Chapter completed!