The woman above has demonstrated beauty as a fairy.
She was dressed in a splendid red dress, her waist was restrained, she was really more delicate than a flower.
No wonder, this group of people will go crazy.
Her beauty is enough to attract anyone.
"Miss Xian'er, let's start bidding, I want to have a private conversation with Miss Xian'er."
Hu Xian'er stood silently on the high platform, and the people below began to stir again.
"Bidding? The guest of honor? Is this woman...?"
Feng Yun was even more astonished when he heard this.
It was said that famous oirans would sell their beauty, and the one with the highest price would get it. This place was indeed like a brothel, a gold-selling cave.
"Brother, let me ask you a question, what does this bid mean?"
Feng Yun came to a desk where only one man was sitting, he asked curiously.
"When Miss Xian'er shows up, she will invite one person to meet each time, and the higher the bid, the more qualified he will be."
