Chapter 34: Black market, newborn calf

"Afraid to shake, aren't you afraid of me?" Ye Zhongyuan's face sketched a light and windy smile, but there was a touch of extreme seriousness in her eyes, and Ji Yi answered her.
On the continent, the dark element division is the least anticipated existence of other element divisions.
He was a dark elementist, and few people knew about it, but he didn't hide it from her.
When Shicai spoke, she noticed a change in her face.
Now, Di Fu shook his eyes as bright as amber, and fixedly looked at him.
For a moment, Ye Zhongyuan had a very tense feeling. He looked forward to her answer and was afraid that she would be alienated and isolated from her eyes.
Time passed minute by minute, and Ye Zhongyuan even had a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.
Di Fuyao intentionally closed his mouth and stared at him for a long time, until he was nervous and a little helpless, and she smiled indifferently: "Are you afraid of me being ugly?"
"Why be afraid?" Ye Chongyuan stunned for a moment, and replied dumbly, "I said to Shake from the beginning, not afraid."
"Well, yes, your answer is the same as mine, and finally there is a little tacit understanding." Di Fu laughed.
He is not afraid of himself, and what is she afraid of him?
Everyone in the world says that she is the first ugly woman in the world, and she has a yin and yang face that people vomit together. She doesn't care what other people think.
As for friends, if she cares about her shortcomings in appearance, she does not need to tolerate and understand others.
In short, how you treat me, so do I.
Ye Zhongyuan looked at her with a relieved smile on the corner of her mouth.
Shaking is right, sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity.
But this kind of pleasant feeling all over him, he just wanted to take her share, others didn't look at it and it was rare.
If Di Fuyao knows the thoughts of Ye Zhongyuan at this moment, he will surely cry.
The distance between the two quietly got closer, and there was more talk on the road. Di Fuyao specially inquired him about the black market, and Ye Zhongyuan told her endlessly.
Every country has an underground black market. Things that cannot be openly traded on the market can be purchased on the black market. The black market is mixed with fish and dragons, and the phenomenon of eating black is not new.
Ye Chongyuan cautiously reminded her that not revealing wealth in the black market is the best precautionary measure.
Emperor Fu shook his heart to understand, knowing that what he was talking about was not real wealth, but a valuable spiritual grass.
Yes, this time when she came to the black market, her purpose was to sell spirit grass or exchange medicine.
She can create a lot of Lingcao, but the medicinal materials can't. She can't afford medicinal materials that can be used for refining alchemy. A poor lady is all over her body and wants to have money to buy medicinal materials.
Before the two entered the black market, a man wearing a black robe and a mask at the gate issued a black mask to each of them.
Most of the black markets are unseen transactions, and where dragons and snakes are mixed, everyone wears black masks to disguise their identities.
With the mask, Di Fu shook away his veil and put on the black mask to reveal only those crystal clear and bright eyes.
Ye Zhongyuan wears a mask, like a night demon, and the whole person is exposed to the evil and dark breath. Of course, only she can see these. Who told him to use the illusion blinding method for outsiders?
"Shake, stare at me so naked, or take it home and close the door to show you carefully and clearly?" Ye Zhongyuan's thin lips tempted to seduce an arc, and tossed her to the extreme after speaking Enchanting eyes.
Di Fu suddenly felt weak.
Sure enough, this demon can not be exaggerated, and even his eyes cannot be seen, otherwise he will kick his nose and get an inch.
Don't bother to care about the narcissistic and arrogant evildoers, Di Fu shook his eyes and turned to the stall in the black market.
The stalls are mixed, there are many different kinds of trading, and there are many customers. When entering the black market, everyone is wearing a mask, and they ca n’t distinguish their identity. Even the small vendors are also wearing masks, but the masks are white. Home sellers only.
Emperor Fu shook his eyes for a few moments, and fell among a group of people not far away. There were at least seventeen or eighteen people around a booth, and the noisy seemed to be bidding.
She didn't intend to come forward, but Ye Zhongyuan pulled her over to make fun.
There was only a cyan plant on the small booth, with green leaves dripping, the buds bright red and bright, and there was a faint flow.
Emperor Fuyao only took a glance to see that this was a spiritual plant, and the year was no small.
Several middle-aged men with good eyes competed for this, blushing and thick necks.
But when she heard the bidding of several people, she immediately understood the truth.
Just listening to a green fat man shouting: "I love flowers and plants, this flower is pretty, I bought fifty gold coins!"
"Cut, fat, do you like it, I'll give out seventy gold coins!" Another thin man in black took out the money bag and hit the booth.
"I don't know the goods, this beautiful flower is at least one hundred gold coins! Little brother, I'll give you one hundred and fifty, what do you sell to me?" A one-eyed man said with anger.
A young man in blue was not to be outdone, "I give two hundred!"
They are not arguing that this flower is Ling Zhi, but they are arguing that it is just a slightly beautiful flower.
Onlookers who do not know the truth, a common flower sells one or two hundred gold coins, which is what the stall owner makes!
People with high mental strength can naturally perceive the aura that faintly flows out of the flowers. The four men deliberately lowered the price in an attempt to flirt with the profit of the owner to sell the flowers, but they were actually dead!
If you think about it, she has a Linguo, Xiaoxiazi is priced at 100,000 gold, a Lingzhi flower that is no less than Linguo aura, sold for one or two hundred gold coins, wouldn't she lose money?
Emperor Fu shook his eyes at the stall owner and found that the stall owner was actually very young. When he was about 12 or 13 years old, his clear eyes were pure and dust-free, with a touch of innocence. No wonder these people are going to kill him severely.
Newborn calves dared to bring a spirit plant to sell, wouldn't it be automatically sent to the tiger's mouth, not to mention four hungry tiger mouths.
However, no matter how many people bid, the stall owner was sitting there calmly and calmly, his eyes seemed calm and unattainable, and it seemed as if he was a little sleepy, and he wanted to sleep.
A few people bid more and more fiercely, for fear of being snatched by the other party, but each time the bid was a ten-digit increase.
Seeing that everyone was boiling with blood.
Di Fu shook his elbow and pinched Ye Zhongyuan next to him, asking curiously, "Is there very few people who can feel the spirit planting spirit?"
With so many onlookers, there were only those four men bidding maliciously.
"Little girl, not everyone is like you, so talented." Ye Zhongyuan hooked her lips with a deep smile, and her voice condensed into a voice into her ears. "The space mage is very strong and can capture plants sharply. The level of reiki in the middle, the four people often deal with Lingzhi, we can see that some clues are not surprising, but even if others, no matter how strong the spiritual strength, it is difficult to sense Reiki.
"Mist, you know everything about being a space mage?" Di Fu shook his eyes with wide eyes and lowered his voice. How did this uncle figure out her bottom?
Ye Zhongyuan smiled like a flower: "Knowing oneself and knowing one another can go a long way!"
"What else do you know?" Di Fu shook his eyes for a long while, with a look of vigilance.