Xu Huo smiled and said, "Can you believe your own words?"
When the player setting up the stall saw that he was about to leave, he immediately stopped him, "Okay, okay, I'll sell it to you. Really, I haven't met anyone who knows the goods for a long time, and the only one who knows the goods is so calculating... Why am I not so lucky?
To a fairy who distributes wealth..."
Xu Huo paid, moved the glass cabinet to the luggage compartment, and asked casually: "Is it a woman wearing a flower hat?"
"You know, do you know her?" The player counted the money and said quickly: "It would be great if you knew her. She carried a small bag of money everywhere to pay the deposit, and many people took the opportunity to sell the unsalable D-level and E-level products that were not popular at all.
I sold the goods to her. I guess all the money has been defrauded now. I don’t know if the jewelry on me is still there when I walk out of the market..."
Xu Huo continued to walk forward, and soon he saw the painting girl surrounded by people. Her backpack was indeed empty, but there were still many people selling local specialties or strange-looking handicrafts to her.
"I have no money, I have no money, I have no money..." The communication device played back the same sentence repeatedly, but the person next to her instead of being discouraged after hearing it, pointed to the gemstone ring on her hand and said: "
You can trade this for us and treat us as a loss!"
The painting girl rolled her eyes, "Do you think I'm stupid? Your things are neither props nor instruments. I saw them in the gift shop when I came here. I don't even need fifty white bills. My gemstone ring
I bought it with eight thousand white banknotes!"
The boss who proposed to change the ring threw the things in his hand back and took out another gadget, "It doesn't matter if you don't like that one, you can take a look at this one, this one is absolutely unique!"
The painting girl looked down slightly, then her eyes fell on the salesman's face again, and she raised the communication device, "This is not worth a gemstone ring, but if it costs your life, I think it's just right."
The expressions of the people present changed slightly. Most of the players were reluctant to give up their face and came after her to sell. Most of the people following her were some local vendors, and they were not very powerful people. They all fell silent after hearing this, and then someone said: "
You... don't mess around, we have a lot of players here to maintain law and order!"
"So what?" The painting girl's expression remained unchanged, "I can kill them all."
Everyone retreated quickly, but some people still said: "Kill them? Do you know how many players there are in Hecheng?"
"So what?" The painting girl said the same thing, "I can kill them all."
The two sentences are repeated, but the meanings they represent are completely different. If she doesn't have some mental problems, then she really has the strength to fight against the entire city's players, but it can't be seen from her unchanged expression.
Did she say this out of joy or from her heart...
The small vendors selling sales dispersed without leaving any trace, and some particularly cautious players nearby also left quietly to avoid encountering a madman. The Hecheng players who had been paying attention to the movements everywhere also sent additional manpower.
Go near the free market and take a good look at the painting girl.
Without looking at the players who appeared nearby, Xu Huo waved to the painting girl.
The painting girl immediately walked over quickly and said that she had taken a fancy to a lot of props and wanted to take him to pay for them.
The painting girl cannot use props like players, so what she values are flashy props whose main functions are focused on "fun" and "good-looking", but even so, she still cannot use some props.
So when Xu Huo went back to check, he did some screening and rejected most of them. He selected a few wearable props that could be used as decorations and paid for them.
Soon the painting girl lost interest in the activity of "shopping". She heard someone said that she wanted to watch an underground boxing match, so she took Xu Huo to watch.
She did not receive social education from an early age like children, so she did not understand the changes in human emotions, nor did she understand why people became so passionate when watching bloody and violent boxing matches.
"Why are they so happy when they see blood?" The painting girl ate the snacks sold in the arena, and looked at the sweaty contestants on the ring, and at the audience who were spitting in the audience.
"Maybe it's because of different hobbies," Xu Huo said.
The painting girl nodded and soon felt bored. When she saw a child throwing stones in the corner, she walked over and spent fifty white coins to get the opportunity to participate.
She was having fun when a player tapped her on the shoulder from behind, invited her to play on the second floor, and pointed to the man sitting upstairs.
The painting girl didn't even raise her head, and waved her hand towards the player to show her refusal.
The people upstairs had unclear expressions, and the player who called them had an ugly face and immediately tried to force the painting girl to go up the stairs.
The painting girl was very unhappy. She turned around and controlled the leaflets on the ground to shoot at the player. The paper that surged up like a small tornado cut messy scratches on the ground, the nearby walls and the ceiling, but the man named
The player successfully avoided it with the help of defensive barriers.
The two kept a few meters apart, and the painting girl typed a word on the communication device: Get out!
But she still couldn't continue playing because the children had been scared away. The painting girl felt a little regretful and planned to leave. Unexpectedly, several more players approached her and she was bound to be invited to sit on the second floor.
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The goddess of painting hesitated for a moment, and then asked through the communication device: "Are you trying to be a hooligan?"
One of the later players smiled and said, "My young master just wants to invite the young lady up for a drink. He has no other intentions."
The painting girl nodded, "So you're not playing hooligans. I don't want to drink now. Fortunately, you are not playing hooligans. If you were, I would have to kill you before I can leave."
With several players watching, she walked around them towards Xu Huo's position, but stopped after only two steps because a syringe was stuck on the back of her hand.
The brightly colored potion with a slight halo is very conspicuous even in a dimly lit boxing ring. It is not a good thing, but it works quickly, and it is very convenient to use to plot against players.
They are probably used to this method, so the players are waiting for the moment when the potion takes effect.
However, in front of them, the painting girl took the syringe out of her hand and stared at them, "I am sure now, you are just playing hooligans."
As soon as she finished speaking, the leaflets all over the place were suspended. Although they were not flying around, it was obvious that some of them were concentrated around the players in front of her, and some of them were concentrated on the second floor.
At the same time, Xu Huo also dropped the syringe flying towards him. The next second, he was standing on the second floor. Under the stunned and tense gazes of the surrounding players, he held down the "young master"'s shoulders.
"You are so hospitable, what do you want from us?"
