Lord God Investigator

"Two hundred thousand gold coins once!"

The women in the audience twisted their bodies tangledly, as if they were covered with ants. Their expressions changed again and again, but they still wanted to say nothing and did not participate in the bidding.

"Two hundred thousand gold coins twice!"

The women in the audience were biting their lips or fingers, agitated and restless, as if suffering from some pain.

"Two hundred thousand gold coins three times!"

The women in the audience sighed deeply, and the neat sighs reverberated in the theater. Their faces were desperate, and their tears rolled in their eye sockets, as if they lost their love forever.

Some people even couldn't bear the pain, collapsed and rushed out of the theater crying, escaped home under the **** of bodyguards and licked their hearts.

"Boom boom boom!"

Claysia banged the gavel, declaring that "Io, the lover in the distance, the immortal man" ultimately belonged to Lady Hathaway.

With tears in her eyes, Lady Hathaway walked onto the stage slowly, as if she was reuniting with a long-lost lover. She threw herself into Io’s arms, stood on tiptoes, and kissed Io deeply, not willing to part for a long time...

Looking at this scene, Tang Xiaotian felt very weird in his heart-that thing was obviously a weapon, and Io's carefully crafted humanoid weapon has now become a work of art that symbolizes love and is madly sought after by women.

She couldn't help but said to Io's ball in her arms: "How do you feel about becoming a lover of the masses?"

Now the task of preserving the core of Io's soul is transferred from Klein to Tang Xiaotian. As a singing poet, she should have mastered one or two instruments to score the song.

But she has been staying at her aunt's house. The aunt's family refused to pay to let her learn a musical instrument, and it was impossible for her to practice musical instruments at home to make noise. She usually sang with earphones while singing.

Io loaded the music player function module and became a walkman, which was assigned by Luo Feng to Tang Xiaotian as a partner, allowing them to cooperate with each other to maximize the singing effect of the singing poet.

The two of them had a grudge on the first day they met and couldn't see each other, but under the strong suppression of the captain, they had no choice but to accept this arrangement.

Aiou Weng said in a voice: "I don't have any feelings, I just feel that I have been sold cheaply. These ignorant stupid women can be worth tens of millions of gold coins by converting the materials used to make mechanical bodies into Faerun gold coins!"

"Just snicker, it's already pretty good if it isn't treated as a large-scale non-combustible garbage!" Tang Xiaotian said sarcastically.

Io ignored her sarcasm, and said: "By the way, don't let me score for you in the future, because my soul battery is limited, so I can't just waste it."

"Haha." Tang Xiaotian sneered: "This can't be done by you. I want to sing as long as I want to sing and sing loudly."

"you!"

Io increased the volume, but he thought that the high-volume mode would be more power-consuming, and lowered the volume: "Then you can sing a cappella, I won't make noises!"

"Then ask whether the captain agrees or not. If you sing a cappella, the aura effect will be weakened, which affects the team. Guess whether the captain will spare you?"

"Smelly woman, take the captain less to press me!"

"Smelly ball, I can take care of you without using the captain to press you!"

Tang Xiaotian took advantage of others not paying attention, punching the ball in his hand hard.

"Ouch! Whoops! Whoops!" Io's ball made a monotonous electronic sound: "Smelly woman! Remember me!"

"Haha!" Tang Xiaotian smiled: "I remembered you a long time ago, you bit me!"

"This is what you said, bite and bite!"

"Crack!"

Io angrily loaded the electric shock module and gave Tang Xiaotian a soul electrotherapy. Unfortunately, its soul energy was insufficient and its power was limited, so Tang Xiaotian could only feel pain.

"Oh, Smelly Ball is still good at it!"

Tang Xiaotian was shocked by the electric shock, threw Io to the ground, picked up a wooden stick, and knocked Io's round head hard.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

"It's all right!" Luo Feng, who saw the players fighting in-fight and his face gloomy, quickly stopped: "You have enough, Tang Xiaotian, don't bully Io!"

"Just know to call me!" Tang Xiaotian muttered with red eye circles: "Io said he wouldn't accompany me. Didn't you see Io call me just now?"

Luo Feng had a headache, and said patiently: "Io, you cooperate with Tang Xiaotian, the problem of insufficient soul energy is not difficult to solve, and it is not difficult to harvest some fallen souls to recharge you in Faerun Continent!"

"Tang Xiaotian, don't bully Io either. If you push it in a hurry, it can overload and explode. The power of the explosion is enough to razor half of Ascatraz to the ground."

Tang Xiaotian just stopped, and he didn't dare to continue smashing Io. If this guy gets angry, he can go back with him as much as he can.

So Io can blew himself up! The power is still so great, is it really good to let her partner with such a dangerous thing?

Under the captain's dignified watch, even though she was reluctant, she still held Io's ball in her arms carefully, not daring to trample it at will.

Suppressing the internal conflicts of the team members, Luo Feng rubbed the faintly painful forehead to meet the noble women who were surrounding him. The auction has ended. Although these ladies have lost the ownership of Io, they still don’t want to disperse and gather in the theater. Among.

"Mr. Bradlow!" A lady of the noble affiliation posted it in a special period: "I would like to invite you to my home and listen to you talk about the process of creating "Titanic". Please appreciate it."

"Mr. Bradlow, please come to the salon held by Feimu Manor. Your presence will definitely make the salon shine."

Luo Feng smiled bitterly and declined their invitation, claiming that the real artist has dedicated everything he has to great art, and his leisure time is filled with creation and rehearsal. In order to present more and better works of art, he does not Will leave the theater one step away.

This statement was readily accepted by aristocratic women. It is quite understandable that artists should devote themselves to artistic creation without being disturbed by foreign objects.

They put forward another request: "Mr. Bradlow, when will "Titanic" be performed again? It is really hard to have fun and understand the meaning of this great drama only once..."

This time Luo Feng did not refuse: "There is only one five-flag hotel theater in Ascatla, and the theater is temporarily borrowed by our art team. If you want to perform again, there is no venue. I have to wait for me. A new agreement has been reached with the true owner of the theater, "Imprint City Theatre Company", that the theater can continue to be used for performances."

The female nobles deeply regretted that many people looked at the female mayor Benara with unhappy expressions. The application for the construction of the grand theater was sent to the city hall. However, after many discussions by the six-member council, The proposal was delayed for two or three years and it was not passed.