Chapter 931: She should be her

The swordsmith in black is about to take over the flute, and Ning Xuemo has already said, "How much do you plan to sell for this flute?"
The black-forged swordsman stunned: "You want to buy?"
Ning Xuemo nodded: "Sell a selling price, I'll buy if appropriate."
The black swordsmith also simply said: "This thing was left by that girl. She promised to pay me 300,000 beads for processing, but she never came back ...
Now that the girl sees it, and the girl is quite similar to her, it proves that this thing has fate with you, so you only need to pay me 300,000 crystal beads for processing. "
I didn't expect this person to be so sincere!
Ning Xuemo's sentiment on this black-clad swordsman surged, and he took out a silver ticket of one million crystal beads and handed it over: "That woman owes you 300,000 crystal beads, and you have waited so long. In order to find her, her life is not easy, so I will give you millions of crystal beads as compensation. "
Millions of crystal beads are enough for a person to live a good life, and the black swordsmith naturally loves it. He faintly felt that Ning Xuemo was the woman's reincarnation, and now it should be her fault to retrieve her own things.
So he promised to come down, and after receiving his gratitude, he took the silver ticket of millions of beads.
Ning Xuemo collected the Xiao Xiao and called the former swordsmith, and whispered a few words to him, and then went with God Jiuli.
After Ning Xuemo and Shen Jiuli were gone, the black-forged swordsman saw the direction in which they disappeared.
"Master, your old man sold the flute, what if the woman really found it at the time?" Master Lan Yijian was very professional and did not agree with Master's approach.
"She should be her!" The black-forged swordsman burst out suddenly, with a very certain tone.
"Uh?" The blue swordsmith raised her eyebrows: "But she said you recognized the wrong person, and the little girl is really small. The skill is not high. Since the woman was able to find the moonlight iron alone, it must be in heaven On the order ... how could they be the same person? "
"As expected by the teacher, she should be the reincarnation of that woman." The black-clad sword-maker said in a light tone: "I know the breath of her soul, and it's not wrong. Now that she bought the flute is considered a thing Return to the owner ... "He yawned:" Okay, it's getting late, and I should go back. "
"Master, where are you going? It's better to rest here." The blue-clad swordsmith reluctantly.
"No need. I have my own place to go." The black-forged swordsman turned and strode out.
The blue swordsmith couldn't hold him and didn't take it seriously. His master has just made a fortune, and with this one million beads, he can buy whatever luxury mansion he wants, without suffering from wandering and wandering. He should also take a good rest.
...
Moonlight is fascinating and rocks are ravaging.
A man in red is sitting on a rock protruded halfway from the cliff, looking up, meditating and meditating. The wind blew his red robe soaring like waves, and he had a quiet and charming beauty in the moonlight.
In the distance came the sound of wind sweeping from the jacket, and in a blink of an eye a man in black ran up.
When he was about to run in front of the man in red, he paused, leaning over and saluting, "Master!"
The man in red opened his eyes slowly, and those flowing eyes were unpredictable in the moonlight: "What's wrong?" The voice was soft and magnetic, like a gentle and elegant boy.