: 2691 Touching porcelain? (One)

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"I don't know how to handle this, can the seven Shaoxia be satisfied?"
The cold feathers and long knives suddenly screamed out, cold and cold: "If you dare to swear by the yin, don't blame the aging mother's knife to take your dog's head!"
"Don't dare not!" The city owner smiled bitterly. "If you can, I don't want to help you." If you can't do it well, if you can't do it well, you will come to see it."
After that, the city owner left with someone.
The guards who were fainted in the pool of blood were also carried away.
The entire street has once again returned to calm.
A few people in Muyan are going to trim into an inn, buy some clothes, and go to Changyang City where they are located tomorrow.
Suddenly, a figure rushed out of the oblique thorn, and she rushed in front of her, clinging to her ankle and crying.
"My booth, my baby, these are my old man's whole body, you have ruined me, how can I live in the future? Loss, you must pay me!"
Seven people were shocked and looked down.
It was discovered that the man who was holding the cold feathers was a man with a beard and a shackle.
I saw a lot of blood and vegetable leaves on his clothes, a tear in his nose and a tear, so sad.
Leng Yumo wondered: "I ruined your booth?"
"Don't you want to play?" The old man licked his beard, rubbed his eyebrows and pointed at the back and shouted. "Look, look at yourself, the old man, my baby spirits, are not all given by you." Is it bad?"
Cold feathers look in the direction of the old man's fingers.
Sure enough, a booth collapsed and stained with blood.
The baskets placed on top, and the things inside, all were crushed.
Ling Yuzhen quickly walked to the front of the basket, and looked down at the rotten leaves in his head and sniffed, and the corner of his mouth couldn’t help himself.
"Four sisters, this is ... three products [Ulan grass]."
Sanpin Ulan grass, that is the lowest spirit grass, there is no spiritual power in it.
This kind of low-level grass, usually only mortals and refining monks will pick and sell.
Even the Qingyunjie and the Indigo world, few people can see it, not to mention the purple cloud.
The old man heard the words and immediately shouted: "What happened to the three products Ulan grass? The three products Ulan grass is also the old man and my baby. You are broken, can you not lose?"
The cold feathers smashed the eyebrows and took two pieces of the spar from the storage ring.
He was handed down to the old man's hand, "These spar is paid to you."
Two pieces of the top stone, the purchase of Ulan grass can cover the entire four elephant city.
The old man grabbed the spar and put it into the sleeves. He continued to yell. "No, how do you pay for the spar? These mulberry grasses, but the old man, I waded through the mountains, and ruined the boss. You thought it was Is it only a spar that is crushed? No, this is the hard work of my old man. How can you pay for my spar? You must pay me the Ulan grass!"
The cold plume forehead blue ribs violently swelled up, and the fingers pressed on the handle of the red lotus knives.
Gloomy sneer: "The old man, even I dare to be deceitful, really aunt, I can't cure you, right?"
The old man was scared to shrink his neck backwards, and the turbid eyes looked at the cold feathers.
When the cold feathers thought he would be scared, he saw a scene that made her stunned.
"Hey! How can you be this little girl? Bullying me an old man?"