Pokemon Dragon Rides the Clouds

"Will that boy from the Yulong Clan you mentioned come?"

In a VIP box at the Qingtian Club auction house, a handsome but skinny young man held a girl in his arms and said to the person on the sofa opposite with a joking expression.

"It will definitely come."

Wusong, who had lavender curly hair hanging down and showed nobility in his behavior, looked at the young man with a pair of lavender eyes, a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, and said lightly:

"Obviously he was born in a noble family, but he couldn't bear the pressure of his cousin's dazzling glory and chose to leave home. If he doesn't work as a good chief doctoral assistant, he will travel. Now the economy is in recession. Isn't this an opportunity?"

"Ha, it seems that the Super King has investigated this person thoroughly enough."

The young man drank the red wine brought by the girl in his arms, shook his head and said with a smile.

"I'm just born with no sense of security. Anyone who appears around me will investigate carefully and know myself and the enemy."

Wu Song raised the corners of his mouth slightly, smiled faintly, picked up the goblet and drank the red wine slowly.

"You must have known that the guy from Daoshan Shenmu was here a long time ago, so you invited that guy over. It's like a snipe and a clam competing for the fisherman's profit."

The young man let the girl surround the green grapes one by one, and looked at Wu Song with eyes that were deeply sunken, half-smiling but not smiling.

"The sacred tree of Daoshan will not be his opponent."

As if he didn't notice the young man's hidden sarcastic tone, or deliberately pretended not to notice it, Wu Song shook his head and said calmly.

"Oh, that boy is so powerful. You, the super king, are really no match for him."

"Fights between trainers, those who are not at a certain level will not understand how thrilling it is. Who can be absolutely sure of a battle?"

Wu Song glanced at the young man coldly, mocking him for his lack of strength and lack of vision.

"Hey, who said there is no absolute certainty that you will be able to win against Miss Sirona in half a month?"

Wu Song's face suddenly darkened. He had been ridiculed by Mo Hen before using this as an excuse, and now he was ridiculed again.

My heart was really aggrieved, and there was a lot of anger that was blocked and I couldn't let it out.

But he really couldn't say anything to refute. If the opponent was Sirona, he really didn't have the slightest confidence.

"Since you know that the sacred tree of Daoshan will not be the opponent of Yulong Mohen, then what are you doing this for?"

The young man asked with some confusion.

"It's just to make him feel disgusted."

Wu Song regained his composure in a moment, and said so with a normal expression.

"Hey, just because I defeated you once and for all, you want to take revenge on me. I'm such a coward. I'm just like you."

The young man didn't seem to have the slightest fear of Wu Song, who was born in the Xinyun clan and served as the Four Heavenly Kings of the Sinnoh Alliance, and said with a sneer.

"Bo Fengyunzhe, if you don't want your old man to be exposed to the shameful things you did outside, you'd better shut up."

Wu Song suddenly turned around and stared at the young man fiercely. A faint pink light shone in his eyes like a ghost, which frightened the girl in Bo Fengyunzhe's arms to stiffen her body and make her unable to make a sound.

"The most I can do is get beaten up and imprisoned for a few days. You are the Super King and a public figure. If your fans know that you are an insidious guy, your reputation will be ruined."

Although he was still laughing and saying unforgiving words, Bo Fengyunzhe's tone had obviously softened a lot, and he obviously had little fear of the "old man" in Wu Song's mouth.

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Then Bo Fengyunzhe lowered his head and caressed the girl's back. His face, which was obviously overindulged and thin, was full of tenderness, comforting the frightened girl.

Wu Song glanced disdainfully at Bo Fengyunzhe, who had a gentle face. He knew very well that this guy changed women just like changing clothes, no, he was even more diligent than changing clothes, otherwise he wouldn't have the nickname "stallion". .

"Hey, why doesn't that boy come? Isn't it because he knows that you are not well-intentioned?"

After comforting the beautiful girl, Bo Fengyunzhe said impatiently:

"I'm still waiting to watch the show. Whether it's Daoshan Shenmu or that kid, it's a good show."

"Isn't this coming?"

Wu Song pushed his eyes, glanced down from the window, then picked up a book next to him and started reading.

At the entrance of the auction house below, Mo Hen entered the auction house under the leadership of a waiter. The place was orderly. Although it was almost full, there was little noise.

After all, those who can come here to participate in the auction are all so-called nobles, and they are all well-educated people. Those who should be polite have already finished being polite, and now they will naturally not make noises that damage their own quality.

The invitation that Mo Hen held was actually a VIP post. Under the leadership of the waiter, they arrived at a box numbered "16".

The waiter made a gesture of invitation, and Mo Hen opened the door and walked in.

"Hey, hey, hey, you are really ruthless. If I remember correctly, it seems to be the box of the guy from Daoshan Shenmu on the 16th. You actually arranged Yulong Mohen directly into the box of Daoshan Shenmu. The person in charge of Qingtian is also I will promise you”

In the box No. 8, Bo Fengyunzhe watched the red-haired Mo Hen walk into the box No. 16, and suddenly started shouting exaggeratedly.

"How can I have so much time to wait for foreplay? Wouldn't it be better to go straight to climax?"

Wu Song raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Bo Fengyun Zhe, and said calmly:

"Carrick owes me a favor."

Carrick is the leader of the Sunny Club.

"Hey, I can't tell you're quite slutty. You usually don't look like a woman, but I didn't expect you to be able to say things like foreplay and climax."

Bo Fengyunzhe's tone was joking, but his eyes were fixed on Box 16 below. Even though he couldn't see anything from the outside, he was still staring at it for fear of missing something.

Mo Hen pushed open the door of the box and walked in. His brows instantly wrinkled.

He likes to be quiet, so he was originally satisfied with the private room, but what he didn't expect was that there was someone in the private room.

There are two people, a man and a woman.

"What kind of idiot do you think you are? You even dare to barge into my territory. You must get out immediately within three seconds, otherwise I will throw you out myself."

The man among them turned around and saw Mo Hen pushing in the door. His face suddenly changed, his eyes were evil, and he started to curse.

He was tall and thick-waisted, with a dark complexion, but he wore an ill-fitting suit. When he tightened up, he looked like a funny gorilla.

Mo Hen's eyes suddenly became unkind.

He had already guessed that Wu Song might have created this invitation, deliberately trying to find trouble for himself, but he was never one who was willing to suffer losses.

The gorilla would not give in if he scolded himself.

"Why are you here, Yulong Mohen?"

Compared to the gorilla who looked disdainful and unhappy, the other woman in the box stood up in surprise and called out Mo Hen's name.

Suddenly, the gorilla looked at Mo Hen with an even more unkind look.