Chapter 2488 — Consignment Sale
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Inwardly, though, she was cursing Wei Zhao a thousand times over, wishing he would stumble on a stone this very moment and break his neck.
"What is it?" Wei Zhao turned his head to look at Yang Qiqi, his hand giving her chest a couple of squeezes as he did.
"Ah..." Yang Qiqi let out a soft gasp, nearly driven out of her mind, but in the end she endured it. "It's nothing... there are so many people here... it's not right..."
"Oh, nothing, then," Wei Zhao said indifferently, though his movements grew even more brazen.
Han Xiaohu's face was a mass of question marks. Wei Zhao was not normally such a slave to lust; Han Xiaohu had had a great deal of contact with him, and though beauties gathered around Wei Zhao like clouds, he had never once made such a lewd, unsightly gesture...
Could it be... revenge? Han Xiaohu grasped it in an instant—he was no fool either. Earlier Yang Qiqi had wanted to trade the blue crystal to that Heaven-rank cultivator for the blood of an earth-attribute Heaven-rank spirit beast, but where would she get another blue crystal? Had her blue crystal not ended up in Wei Zhao's hands?
In that case, her scheme was plain as day for all the world to see. In seducing Wei Zhao, she wanted nothing more than to get that blue crystal back from him, and Wei Zhao, striking the snake and following the staff, had probably guessed her intent as well.
Shaking his head, Han Xiaohu sneered inwardly. This little girl might have a fine figure, but she had underestimated their leader far too much. The women around him were many; in a contest of figures, could she possibly outdo Shen Yushu?
"How about... how about... tonight I come to your room?" Yang Qiqi said in a sweet, coquettish voice.
"Heh heh, sure. But what happens at night, we'll discuss at night." Wei Zhao, having such a fine public opportunity to take his due and never one to let it slip by, was no lecher—but at least a normal man—and since this little miss Yang Qiqi was forever returning kindness with enmity, he did not mind taking a bit more of his due from her as a lesson.
Yang Qiqi was helpless. All she could do was let Wei Zhao fondle her. Though in her heart she wished to kill him on the spot, her eyes still had to show a coy, bashful light, a look of one who refused and yet welcomed, thoroughly enjoying it... a sight more wretched than words could tell.
After making a round, Wei Zhao was satisfied that none of these stall vendors had anything he needed, and his interest began to flag; Yang Qiqi, however, was growing anxious within. Being toyed with by Wei Zhao like this was no solution—not only was it unpleasant for her, it was a betrayal of her beloved Brother Xiao Yi...
But the facts were so helpless: Yang Qiqi could only kill Wei Zhao afterward to vent her fury. Yet at the thought of Wei Zhao's terrifying skill, she felt she was probably no match for him at all—and if she had been, she would not have been bullied by that scrawny scarecrow in the first place.
Her heart swung between gain and loss. In her utter helplessness, Yang Qiqi had no choice but to endure.
"Xiaopo, when is that auction going to be held?" Wei Zhao asked.
"By the usual arrangements, it should be tomorrow. There are free lodgings here in the market at night for people to stay in," Han Xiaohu said. "Leader, do you have anything you want to auction? We could put it up for consignment."
"I do." The pills in Wei Zhao's possession were of little great use to him, and he had no time to set up a stall here and trade them with others; the simplest path was to convert them into funds and then purchase other things. So Wei Zhao said, "Then let's go consign the goods first."
"All right." Han Xiaohu nodded and volunteered to lead the way. He knew the affairs of the market better than Wei Zhao did.
Yang Qiqi, meanwhile, was overjoyed within, wondering whether she might find a chance to steal the blue crystal back while Wei Zhao was consigning his goods.