Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 150

"Oh! Fren Zhuge!" Zen nodded and repeated, "Is he the one who is usually called the Loony Fren?"

Vivan grinned, "It seems that you have heard of my master's nickname..."

"Just tell him to die," replied Zen as he sneered at Vivan in disgust.

At the moment, Vivan stood on the spot stiffly with a fixed grin. She had thought that Zen would comply with her request after learning of her master's identity. She hadn't expected Zen to refuse so firmly.

Zen dared to speak so haughtily, implying that he was not afraid of Fren at all.

A hint of life vitality scattered out from Vivan's hair...

Vivan's straight hair curled and surged like the waves of the sea. Then they rose in spirals to form five cones. In the next instant, they pointed at Zen, like five spinning drilling bits. She threatened, "Anyone who has dared to offend my master has died. Do you want to die as well?"

Zen smiled, pointed to the auction hall, and cautioned, "Huh, do you want to fight me now? You'd better take a look around and see where you are."

The dispute in the room immediately drew the attention of the people in the auction house.

Noticing the strange situation, a few guards of the Zhang Clan approached Zen's room. Blessed Auction House was obliged to keep its customers safe, and fighting was absolutely prohibited in the auction house.

Vivan glanced at the guards and recalled her life vitality. She snorted and turned to leave the room.

Gazing at her receding figure, Zen smirked and shouted, "Twenty-four thousand and one hundred!"

Hearing Zen's bid and seeing Vivan's livid face, Fren knew that Zen had not taken his threat seriously.

"What did the boy say?" asked Fren with a smile.

Depressed, Vivan said, "He said you should go die!"

"Ugh!" Fren didn't seem angry when he heard Vivan. He reached out with one hand, touched Vivan's face, and said, "How dare he speak like that? I haven't been in such a situation for a long time! In that case, I'll quit the bidding!"

Vivan's eyes widened when she heard Fren. She asked, "Why do you quit, master? Are you afraid of that kid?"

Fren shrugged and explained, "If I continue to bid, the older members from other noble clans might not keep out of the affair. If they own the Weapon Refining Principle, I will not be able to get it back. It's better to give up now. If the boy obtains the book, all I need to do is to grab it from him."