Author: Unlucky Caffeine

After putting away the knife, as the last trace of sweat fell, the sunset in the sky, which was the same color as the big red and small red, faded.

Inch by inch darkness pressed down from the dome and then pressed down. Jian Baisan finally checked the knife on his waist, looked up at the already blue sky, and didn't know what was going on, and he felt a little uneasy.

When she passed by the restaurant, she looked into the restaurant, but found that today was a second-generation class with a strange appearance.

She stopped: "The Gu Shao Manor is not here today?"

"Haha!" the waiter smiled heartily, "It's here, it's here. In the past two days, the young owner often goes to the kitchen, and the immortal master wants to wait."

"No," said Jian Baisan, "No need to tell him that I've been here."

People always like to fill the unknown gap with imagination. At this moment, the smell of blood on the ancient jade wheel seems to have been explained.

I often go to the kitchen to help. Is it normal to have a bloody smell on my body when dealing with fresh ingredients?

After all, when I investigated yesterday, nothing abnormal was found. Moreover, deep down in my heart, Jian Baisan might also hope that Gu Yulun - the friend she knew, was not an "enemy".

Jian Baisan put on a mask and walked away. The waiter and four other figures put on their hoods and followed behind and walked towards the alley.

Today, the atmosphere in the underground market is particularly strange.

It was a commotion hidden under silence.

Almost no one spoke, but they cared more about contact than usual, and almost everyone deliberately and subtly kept a suitable distance.

There are no common physical conflicts, and no fresh corpses sank on the side of the road, but everyone's hands are not exposed, hidden under their sleeves or robe sleeves.

It all maintains a delicate balance, like a steel wire, tightened in the air, but if someone touches it, it will immediately make a sharp string sound.

Jian Baisan's pace has been fast and large. At this moment, he had just walked a few steps in the crowd and felt that the obscure sight was once again stuck to the surroundings, like a shadow following him.

Here, highlighting is a danger.

Jian Baisan suppressed his heartbeat, slowed his pace to the speed of people around him, reached out and gently stroked the red head in his arms, and kept comforting her: "Don't be afraid. Stay in my arms... Need

When you help, you will tell you."

The plan she had just confirmed yesterday was simple, even so simple that it was unbelievably simple.

Because all the auction items have to be traded on the stage, she could not locate Liu Ding before this, nor did she have enough spirit stones to afford, and she did not want to hurt the innocent after the Fire Fairy Bamboo Liquid was photographed by others.

So there is only one way.

That is, take a photo first, go on stage and kill him at the transaction site.

This violates the hidden rules of the entire auction house, but Jian Baisan is confident that he can go out.

One after another, the dark-colored figures gathered in the square, but the distance was quite large, and it was inexplicably empty and crowded.

The vendors had all put away their stalls, leaving only a tall earth platform, which looked extremely bright under the illumination of unknown light sources.

Abnormal movement suddenly occurred on the second floor of the underground.

With the squeaking sound, the stone tablet behind the toad stretched out and happened to stop beside the platform.

A handwriting at the top emitted a dark yellow light.

Yellow-level advanced gold martial arts, snake shadow step.

One person walked up slowly from the crowd, took out something from the ring, and said hoarsely: "Three Thousand."

Finally, eight thousand three hundred deals were completed.

Everyone looked at it quietly, and greed flashed in many people's eyes, but as long as they moved, countless sights would stick to them without any trace.

If you didn’t have the most basic confidence in your own strength, who would have come into this place?

The subtle balance was just like an earthworm in the mud. It trembled for a moment, and then it was dormant and stopped moving again.

The second item is the remains of a powerful person at the peak of foundation building.

Seeing a damaged skeleton floating in the air under the action of some magic weapon, Jian Baisan felt cold in his heart.

As if people were afraid that people would not know what this thing has, the people who went up explained a few more words.

"In addition to refining medicine and weapons, you can also take the bone pill, which can last for three years for the foundation-building monks to practice."

Yes, after the monk practices, his muscles and bones contain spiritual power. After the bones of the whole body are melted, they get the most pure spiritual power, which saves the part of the spiritual power transformed through the meridians, which is equivalent to earning a few years of life.

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However, of course, the greatest effect is to refine weapons and refine medicines.

"The starting price is five thousand spirit stones."

"Seven thousand." There were two people next to Jian Baisan and the offer was made.

Jian Baisan lowered his head.

"Eight thousand."

"Eight thousand five hundred."

...

Finally, the bone was taken away by a short figure for 8,700 yuan.

The four characters on the monument were pushed to the top, and a figure slowly walked up.

Fire Fairy Bamboo Liquid.

Walking up a figure in a black robe, he said concisely: "Fire Fairy Bamboo Liquid, start shooting, seven thousand."

Jian Baisan raised his head slightly and stared at the figure.

He was not tall or even the voice was right, but Jian Baisan didn't know how many times he played back the day in his mind. She could even recognize his voice from his simple habit of exhaling - this is Liu Ding!

It must be him.

This is the enemy she has been looking for for several years!

Her spiritual energy surged unconsciously, and even felt that her arms and hands, filled with spiritual power, had begun to heat up slightly. Her arms seemed to have instinctively wanted to pull out the knife and cut off his neck.

"…Eight thousand." She heard herself say.

The sound that was deliberately lowered by her seemed to be distrusted, and the vibration echoed in this strange space, as if it brought the prelude to death.
Chapter completed!