When the box was opened, Bai Minsheng let out a long and sharp scream. He saw an extremely huge man stretching out his two folds, and his hands covered with thick calluses pointed at his body.

"What are you going to do! Let me go!" Bai Minsheng fought hard, but he had no hands or feet. He could not do anything except nagging. When he was approached under the eyes of the "giant", he saw his current appearance through those dirty eyes.

Bai Minsheng could no longer scream. At that moment, he remembered the unhappy theory of the antique collectors often told him about the cycle of cause and effect. The old people always talked about that if someone used sacred antiques as tools for wealth, they would receive punishment from God.

Am I being punished now? Bai Minsheng asked himself.

"Expert, is this a real or a fake?"

Identification site! Identification site?! This is actually the identification site!!!

Bai Minsheng wanted to curl himself into a ball so that he could gain a sense of security, but he could not do anything except lying quietly in the hands of the giant. As an insider in the industry, he roughly knew what he would end up after being identified. If he was a real person, he would be sold as an auction item and sold at a high price, and then either resold or thrown away, and stayed in a narrow space all his life.

Although he could never move for the rest of his life, his other fate made him tremble and scared.

That is, if he is detected as a fake, he will be smashed with an iron hammer on the spot by the so-called expert on the damn reason to maintain the harmony and integrity of the antique market.

Move! When you move, how can you let your life be decided by this so-called expert? You must move! Bai Minsheng tried his best to move himself. At this moment, he saw a light flashing in the expert's dirty and chaotic eyes.

"This is genuine. Look at the patterns on it... and then look at the seal... This clay pot has a history of at least five hundred years!"

I have to say that although the expert's voice was so loud that Bai Minsheng's ears hurt, the words he said really made him feel relieved. He felt that he must be having a nightmare. Now the nightmare is going in a good direction. Perhaps he will meet a beauty who likes to collect antiques, and the beauty puts him on her chest... Hehe!

"I always feel that the clay pot is not thinking about something good."

"So too, I feel that the patterns on the clay pots have become very vulgar."

The water friends in the live broadcast room rubbed their goosebumps all over and showed a disgusting expression to the clay pot on the screen. No matter what their identity is, they all grew up under the protection of their motherland and had a patriotic complex in their hearts. However, this guy in the live broadcast not only was he unpatriotic, but also had to pretend to be a high-sounding look and use his patriotic sign to kill antique collectors to resell national antiques. It is really unforgivable!

Bai Minsheng in the picture has been put on the booth, and an auction will be held next.

Because of the barriers around the box, Bai Minsheng could only see a white ceiling above his head. He listened attentively to the report from the lady in the stage to judge what kind of person his buyer was.

After a round of competition, Bai Minsheng's previous fears had disappeared. He once again affirmed that he was the son of destiny and the person favored by God. Otherwise, how could he get what he wanted and be taken away by a beautiful woman with a nice voice and big breasts?

Being brought to the car by the beauty, Bai Minsheng successfully saw the beauty's appearance with the inclination of the seat. He was really a beautiful woman who was fascinating! He couldn't help but drooling in his heart, and kept thinking in his heart: It's time to become a human being. My dream should be to listen to me, quickly turn me into a human being! I want to try with the beauty what it feels like to shake the car!

Little did they know that his disgusting thoughts were seen by the people in the live broadcast room, and they all began to scold Bai Minsheng, believing that scumbags like Bai Minsheng should not live in the world.

"Ahhhh, I'm almost unable to help but want to beat someone. When will the Death Judge take action?"

"So too, I beg the judge of death to do it quickly!"

Ye Chen was sitting on the top floor and enjoying the night view of the city. His hands slid casually in the air, drawing a provocative arc like a smile on the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, the beauty who had fallen silent after getting in the car suddenly moved. She drove away quickly and returned to an ancient building. From the outside, the building always felt full of scarlet and dark aura, just like a place where the Western Vampire Earl would live. There was even a bird cry and cicada chirping around.

Bai Minsheng didn't notice all this strangeness. He was put on the beautiful woman's chest and brought into the room as he wished. Although he felt that he was a pottery jar was very unsatisfied, when he thought that this was a beautiful woman with a beautiful beauty, he felt that things would not be so anxious. He could wait until the beautiful woman's jade hands touched his whole body, then turned back to humans, and then touched the beautiful woman's whole body.

The beauty frowned with her thin and curved willow leaves, and took out a small hammer from the dark lattice of the pure white table, and hit Bai Minsheng on her body like a tickling. This was so comfortable that Bai Minsheng couldn't help but moan.

The beauty's work of falling down was straightforward and frustrated, with a bloodthirsty spirit, and she started to do it harder and heavier. Finally, Bai Minsheng's moans changed tone and turned into a frightening sound!

My face! My face is gone! The pottery jar is an antique for many years and is very fragile. Now that she was hit by a beauty, a big hole suddenly appeared on the pottery jar. But she did not stop, but began to knock the pottery jar along the big hole.

Once, then again.

The world in the beauty's eyes may have rotted the pottery jar, but what the audience saw was that Bai Minsheng's face was bleeding, and he was beaten into a mud by the beauty bit by bit, and his flesh was blurred. But because of the excellent control of the effort, Bai Minsheng could only feel the pain of explosion in his whole body, but he could not really die.

He shouted wildly: Let me die! Let me die! Don’t torture me!

His voice could not be conveyed to the beautiful woman's mind, so the beauty did not stop her actions, but stubbornly repeated her own beating actions, knocking Bai Minsheng into small pieces of uncatchable powder.
Chapter completed!