"Reading the most disgusting and classic passage in public...
Ning Rongrong's voice was like a spark thrown into boiling oil, instantly detonating the whole place.
Humiliation!
This is a naked humiliation!
Not only humiliated all the sea spirit masters present, but also their supreme belief in Poseidon, the God of the Sea. Blatant blasphemy!
"That's unreasonable!"
Sea Witch Douluo slammed the table and stood up suddenly, powerful soul power fluctuations spreading like a furious wave, "Liu Li God, you are provoking the dignity of the entire Poseidon Island!"
"That's right! Arrest this girl who is deceiving the public!"
"Blasphemy deserves death!"
The Sea Spirit Master's side completely lost control, powerful auras shot up into the sky, and the air in the entire auction house became solemn, as if a bloody battle was about to start in the next second.
The mainland soul masters were speechless. They never imagined that a normal auction would turn into a judgment meeting for the gods.
Can’t afford it, or what?
Ning Fengzhi's heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to stand up to mediate, but was gently held down by a hand. He turned around and faced Ning Liu's plain face.
"Sect Master Ning, please be patient."
Ning Liu's voice was very soft, but it carried a strange power to calm people's hearts, "Just watch a play."
Watch a play? The fire is burning to the eyebrows, what else is there to watch?
Ning Fengzhi was filled with anxiety, but he saw Ning Liu looking past the commotion of the crowd and falling on that figure.
Poseidon Douluo, Bo Saixi.
Contrary to everyone's expectations, as the spokesperson of Poseidon in the world, the high priest was not as thunderous and angry as everyone imagined.
She was still sitting on the throne, but her blue eyes were staring at the letter in Ning Rongrong's hand for a moment, with complicated and unreadable expressions.
There was surprise, reminiscence, and more importantly, a kind of...expectation that even she herself was not aware of.
The so-called "human fisherman girl", if others don't know about it, how can she not know about it? That was a secret passed down from generation to generation on Poseidon Island, and was the ancestor of her Bo Saixi clan.
People have seven emotions and six desires, and if people can become gods, how can the past years be blank?
Bo Saisi really wanted to know what kind of mood the legendary great god had in writing such a letter during those "human" years before he became a god.
Her silence was like an invisible barrier, causing the sea soul masters who were clamoring to rush to the stage to stagnate.
They looked at each other, wondering why the high priest had no reaction.
The atmosphere on the court fell into a strange stalemate.
Ning Rongrong stood in the center of the storm, feeling the gazes coming from all directions, almost tearing her apart. Her face was pale, and the knuckles holding the letter turned white from exertion.
But when her eyes met Ning Liu's, and she saw her senior brother's "under control" look, an unknown fire instantly overcame her fear.
Good!
Isn’t it just reading letters?
Isn’t it just a public execution?
Senior brother, you forced me to do this!
Ning Rongrong’s heart skipped a beat, she gritted her teeth and unfolded the yellowed parchment.
She cleared her throat, and her voice, slightly trembling due to nervousness, clearly spread to every corner in the eerily silent venue.
"...To the only light in my life, Ah Yue."
"'A letter is like a meeting. Please forgive my abruptness, last night the sky was full of stars, but I had no intention of looking at the sea, because my whole sea of stars fell in your eyes.'"
After reading the first sentence, Ning Rongrong's cheeks were already red as if they were dripping blood.
There was a burst of uncontrollable laughter from the audience, mixed with a few disdainful snorts. Sure enough, these are boring and romantic words.
But Ning Rongrong did not stop. She seemed to be risking her life, and her speaking speed increased.
“…They say that my future journey is the boundless deep sea and the glory of becoming a god. But I just want to use all my strength to hold up a sky that never rains for you.”
The most dazzling divine light, but in his heart, it was not as good as the way you stood on the rocks and looked back at him with a smile that afternoon...'"
Ning Rongrong's voice gradually became smoother from the initial shyness, anger and trembling, and even contained a hint of softness that she had never noticed.
The sneers in the audience disappeared at some point.
Everyone fell silent.
A faint, salty sea breeze blew from nowhere and lightly brushed everyone's cheeks.
Immediately afterwards, a clear sound of seagulls chirped, as if it was ringing in my ears.
When Ning Rongrong read the last sentence, a picture appeared in everyone's mind without warning -
A blue seaside, a golden beach.
A young man wearing coarse linen clothes and with the same long blue hair was awkwardly handing a freshly picked flower with dewdrops to the girl in front of him.
That young man has a handsome face and an innate arrogance and majesty between his eyebrows. But at this moment, his face is full of youthful nervousness, his eyes are evasive, and he does not dare to look into the girl's eyes.
The fisherman girl called "A Yue" has a simple bun and a delicate appearance. Her eyes are astonishingly bright, like two purest obsidians.
She looked at the young man's embarrassed appearance and said nothing. She just took the little flower, then stood on tiptoes and gently kissed the young man's cheek.
Boom——
The young man's face instantly turned red, as if the sunset glow from the entire sea had burned onto his face.
The girl, like a frightened deer, turned and ran away, leaving only a string of laughter like silver bells, echoing in the sea breeze.
The picture ends here.
The whole auction house can hear the needle drop.
No one knows that this so-called "reissue" love letter is a strange object in itself.
It was made by the god of good deeds, who intercepted the memory of Poseidon before he became a god, and refined it with a ray of divine law.
Reading it aloud is not a blasphemy, but a repetition.
Reproduce the most sincere and pure emotion that belongs to "people".
The sea spirit masters sat there in a daze, the anger on their faces long gone, replaced by a complex and warm emotion.
They seemed to see that majestic and holy god. Before he became a god, he was once a young man who could blush for love and say stupid things.
Not only did this not weaken the image of God in their hearts, it actually made the aloof god become flesh and blood, more real, and more...respectable.
The mainland soul masters also changed from the initial embarrassment to deep shock.
They looked at the little girl on the stage and the thin letter in her hand, their eyes filled with disbelief.
What kind of waste paper is this? This is clearly a piece of living history, a past that has been sealed by the gods!
The corners of Bo Saixi's eyes had become slightly moist at some point.
She looked at the scene that had long since dissipated in the void, as if she could see the happiness and glory of the ancestor passed down in her bloodline.
She stood up slowly, her blue eyes swept across the whole place, her voice was cold and solemn.
"I, Poseidon Island, want this."
Her voice broke the silence, and it was like a pardon, bringing all the sea spirit masters back to their senses.
Ning Rongrong also broke away from that wonderful artistic conception. She glanced at the completely different reactions of everyone in the audience, and then glanced at her senior brother who was looking at her approvingly from a distance. She curled her lips, but the big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.
She raised the auction gavel and knocked on the table, attracting everyone's attention.
"[Poseidon's First Love Letter (reissue)], the auction is now open."
She paused, and in an unprecedented calm tone, announced the price that was enough to shock everyone's jaws again.
"The starting price is one gold soul coin."
The whole place fell into dead silence again.
But this time, no one laughed or questioned.
One gold soul coin.
The price itself is a statement.
its value cannot be measured by money.