C727 Married to a Rich Family 656
C727 Married to a Rich Family 656
It is said that this dagger was specially designed by Emperor Kaiser for his lover. Those who are not destined for it would not be able to take it out of its sheath. "
As the host's voice faded, the guests in the audience began to whisper among themselves. As the host's voice faded, the guests in the audience began to whisper among themselves.
Xia Yihan's attention was attracted by the host's words. She looked ahead with some concentration. Ye Zimo turned her head away and sized up the scene without batting an eyelid.
The man who had been silent not too far away held a cigar in his hand. The light from the cigar pointed at the dim light, and from all directions, the orange light began to shine.
Nothing could be seen below the stage, but on the stage, it was obvious that the light was rectangular in shape, perfectly covering the entire venue.
Ye Zimo frowned. The light from the center of the stage had already hit a transparent glass. The glass slowly rose up and a dagger that was glowing in a royal blue color slowly rose up.
People were whispering to each other in the audience. Xia Yihan couldn't see it clearly. She took two steps forward and leaned on the railing, looking towards the center of the stage.
"This dagger's price is low by 500 thousand US dollars, there's no limit. Let the auction begin." The host smiled at the audience with the hammer in his hand.
"Oh my god, a dagger can actually be sold for such a high price!" Xia Yihan stuck out her tongue.
The cigarette in the man's hand suddenly went out. Ye Zimo frowned and quickly looked around. The rectangular shaped light under the stage was also disappearing bit by bit!
Not good! Ye Zimo suddenly stood up and tried to grab Xia Yihan, but Xia Yihan was staring at the jeweled dagger in the middle of the stage with rapt attention. Ye Zimo's grab scared her out of her wits, causing her reflexively raised her hand.
"Young lady, please begin your bidding!" All the lights in the center of the stage were focused on Xia Yihan's hands. Everyone in the audience looked at Xia Yihan along with the lights.
Ye Zimo rolled her eyes. The man, who was about to stand up, sat back down and lit up his cigar again.
Sensing Ye Zimo's gaze, the man turned his head towards her with the red wine in hand.
Ye Zimo nodded to the other side, covering Xia Yihan's figure without batting an eyelid.
"What should we do? I accidentally raised my hand. " Xia Yihan lowered her hand in embarrassment and went close to Ye Zimo's side, nervously tugging at Ye Zimo's sleeve.
Ye Zimo put her arm around Xia Yihan's waist and led her to her seat. Standing beside Xia Yihan, she bent down and said, "I have a solution here."
"What?" Xia Yihan raised her head.
"Buy it."
The host was already shouting out loud: "Young miss, you are bidding for the first time? "Is there anyone else who has bid?"
An orange light flashed in the VIP room on the second floor. A slightly hoarse voice slowly said, "Double bid."
Xia Yihan and Ye Zimo simultaneously looked at the man dressed in black sitting at the side. The man nodded towards them with a cigar in his hand.
Ye Zimo's fingers moved slightly. Xia Yihan hastily put her hands over the back of her opponent's hands. "Don't fight with him. This kind of behavior is similar to that of a nouveau riche."
Ye Zimo was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Xia Yihan's finger and said with a smile, "I'm just telling you that your shirt is unbuttoned."
Xia Yihan lowered her head. As expected, the button on her chest had been unbuttoned unknowingly. The soft, snow-white button looked exceptionally plump under the dim light.
Hurriedly buttoning his shirt, a hammer was already hammered at the center of the stage. The host seemed to be afraid of men and was about to personally take the box up to the second floor.
The man pointed at Xia Yihan, then stood up and walked towards Xia Yihan and Ye Zimo. The host was stunned. He could only move around the first floor with the box in hand.
"My lady, Mr. Manuel is going to give you this dagger." The host seemed to be sizing up Xia Yihan, but his gaze landed on Ye Zimo.
"No no no, this is too precious." Xia Yihan quickly waved her hand.
"Beautiful young lady, only this shining dagger is worthy of you. Please accept it." Manuel had already walked up to the two of them.
Ye Zimo nodded at the two of them, her eyes quickly sweeping across the fading orange light on the first floor. She smiled lightly. "Since this Mr. Manuel is so generous, I'll accept it on his behalf."
Manuel smiled but didn't say anything. As expected, Ye Zimo reached out to take the box. The host's expression changed. He flipped his hand and took out a revolver from under the box.
Ye Zimo twisted her wrist and the box was once again attached to the back of the auctioneer's hand. The auctioneer felt the pain and the pistol slid to the ground, sliding right next to Xia Yihan.
Xia Yihan looked at the host, then looked at Ye Zimo, stretched out her leg and kicked the pistol down the stairs.
The host and Manuel both thought that Xia Yihan would pick up her pistol and help Ye Zimo. They were both stunned by what the other side had done.
"Was it wrong?" Xia Yihan looked at Ye Zimo.
"No, very well done." Ye Zimo smiled. With a flick of her wrist, the host's hand was completely deformed.
After Xia Yihan had kicked out her gun, the crowd below the stage was truly thrown into chaos. A group of people quickly lined up at the four corners of the entrance and started shooting at the people in the center.
"Who are you?" Manuel seemed to be oblivious to what was happening down below, he just looked at Xia Yihan and Ye Zimo.
Ye Zimo pulled Xia Yihan behind her and raised her eyebrows. "Who do you want me to be?"
"No matter if it's an enemy or friend, they are still dead after coming here." Manuel's tone was flat, as if he were talking about the weather.
Ye Zimo glanced at the two people who had started to rush up the stairs, loosened her bow tie and said in a deep voice, "You can try."
Manuel was very interested in Ye Zimo's provocation. This man was very strong, so he couldn't help but cast his gaze towards Xia Yihan.
This woman seemed very weak, but it was actually quite interesting. The atmosphere at the scene was clearly not something that could be judged by common sense. She was still in the mood to watch the shootout downstairs.
"I can let you go, but I'm interested in this woman." Manuel watched quietly to see what Ye Zimo would choose.
Ye Zimo looked at Manuel and pulled Xia Yihan to her side. She said in a low voice, "It's a pity that I don't have the habit of giving away my belongings."
Xia Yihan's lips were covered by a kiss that was still warm, but in the midst of the rain of bullets, Xia Yihan's eyes suddenly widened.
Manuel raised his eyebrows and waved his hand to the side. Two groups of men quickly ran up the stairs, "I'll count to three. You just run downstairs and hide. Ahn will come for you." Ye Zimo whispered into Xia Yihan's ear.
Xia Yihan was about to retort, but Ye Zimo wrapped her arm around Xia Yihan's waist, dodging the tall Italian with a knife. Her strong arm swung towards the man, knocking him, who had a head of one meter and nine heads, backwards.
People kept rushing up. Ye Zimo held Xia Yihan in one hand as she agilely moved through the crowd with both feet. She raised the handgun left behind by the crowd and cleanly took out the person who tried to ambush Xia Yihan from behind.
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No matter how formidable Ye Zimo was, she still showed a shocked expression when facing the crowd's attacks. Manuel looked on with interest. Ye Zimo held her pistol and knocked out the person surrounding Xia Yihan as she shouted, "One!"
Xia Yihan grabbed Ye Zimo's hand and yelled, "No! You can't do it alone!"
"Two!"
"Ye Zimo!" Xia Yihan roared with all her might. A man who had been beaten to the ground by Ye Zimo angrily pulled out a knife that had already pierced into the chest of the man on the ground and stabbed towards Xia Yihan when Ye Zimo wasn't paying attention.
Xia Yihan's eyes suddenly widened as she saw the man's familiar embrace and the weight of his body pressed down on her by the force of the impact.
"Xia Yihan!" Three! "
Ye Zimo pushed Xia Yihan onto the stairs, where there was no one left. Manuel frowned and walked towards Xia Yihan. A palm suddenly sounded beside his ear and Ye Zimo coldly moved her joints, "Your opponent is me."
Manuel looked at the bloodstains on Ye Zimo's waist and abdomen, and assumed a battle pose, "Ok, I admire you. Now let me show you what a powerful warrior is."
Xia Yihan looked at the eyes that Ye Zimo had cast at her, each of them giving her hope. Xia Yihan trembled as she supported herself on the stairs, then quickly ran downstairs.
Logic told her that if she went to find Ahn now, she might be able to save Ye Zimo. However, her heart was in turmoil.
"Did your woman run away without you? "But really, she's the most beautiful Oriental woman I've ever met," Manuel said easily, wiping the corner of his mouth from Ye Zimo's lips.
Ye Zimo shakily held onto the chair behind her with a proud smile. "That's right, it's quite a pity to see you die under my hands. I will pass on your praise on your behalf."
Manuel frowned. He took out an exquisite pistol from his pants pocket, took out a handkerchief from his collar and wiped the pistol. He then casually walked to Ye Zimo's side. His tone was no longer as cheerful as it was before.
"A tough talker is of no use except for a little verbal gain. Speak, is that woman sent by Darling?"
Ye Zimo frowned. At the same time, she understood that she and Xia Yihan had accidentally fallen into a dispute between two forces. The pain in her lower abdomen was gradually draining away his thoughts and wiping away the blood on her lips.
"You're courting death!" I hate it when people disobey me. " Manuel raised his pistol, and heavy footsteps came up behind him, and the corners of his mouth curled to the side.
Xia Yihan hacked at Manuel with her sabre. Manuel looked at the sabre in Xia Yihan's hand with a relaxed expression and was momentarily stunned.
Xia Yihan was stunned. She quickly turned around and used her usual Yoga practice to cut a wound on Manuel's arm. Blood gushed out of the wound.
"How could you open 13 stars!" Manuel covered his arms with his hands and frowned as he looked at the shining blue blade in Xia Yihan's hands.
Ye Zimo ran over to Xia Yihan, who was running towards her, and kicked away the person who was trying to get close to her. With a beautiful backhand kick, she sent Xia Yihan's knife flying towards Manuel's neck.
"That's why she's my woman." Ye Zimo wiped away her torn lips and looked down at the man condescendingly.
"Mr. Manuel, do you want me to cut your throat with a knife now or the next time I see you cut your throat?" Ye Zimo laughed to her heart's content as she was besieged by the crowd.