Demon Recovery: Turning Into A Golden Hand Thread?

"Uncle Qianyan, you said that a strong person like the stall owner must be at least a hundred years old~"

"I don't know..." "Also, Miss, for the strong, it's better not to speculate too much, so as not to invite the scourge of killing

..." "Oh, okay then..."

Mo Yuxin was a little disappointed, looked down at the cloth bag in his hand, and couldn't

help but hug a little tighter.

Maybe... Maybe you can meet it again....

The night is getting darker, but the black market is still brightly lit.

Pedestrians are noisy.

But noisy is noisy, but when people pass by a stall, they subconsciously lower the volume.

Even the vendors who were closer to each other consciously ran farther away.

I was afraid that the stall owner's old brother would suddenly be interested.

Directly come to a sentence that does not know if they are dead or alive, and then raise their ashes.

"Look, the steward here is here!"

"Hey, it's really fake, where is it?" "

Over there, you see, lying in the groove, and brought a lot of people~

" "It is estimated that it came for the previous thing

..." "Take a walk, let's go and see, this rare good melon, you must not miss it..." There

was a sudden commotion in the crowd, and there was a lot of discussion.

Immediately people began to spontaneously split into two waves, spreading out to the left and right, revealing a path in the middle.

Immediately afterwards, a man wearing a pig-faced mask and a green shirt walked over slowly.

Behind him were several black-clothed faceless mask men.

They are all wide and large, so people can tell at a glance that they are difficult to mess with.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone around.

The group soon arrived in front of Amisra's stall.

The tube wearing the pig-faced mask glanced at the spirit stones on the stall beforehand, and finally fixed his gaze on Amisra.

However.

Amisra turned a blind eye to him.

Still sitting there calmly, with an old monk's calm demeanor.

Also.

He was not qualified to let a god gaze him, unless, he bought all the spirit stones on the stall.

In this case, you may look at him.

Seeing such an attitude of Amithra towards Lord Steward.

Suddenly, the black-clothed faceless face that followed behind the steward sank, and jumped out directly, his eyes were cold, and he was about to say.

This man actually did not give the pig's head face.

Don't ask who is covering this black market.

It's just that he hasn't spoken yet, just opened his mouth.

It's also sudden.

A brain melon suddenly smashed on his head, bang, well, it should be ripe, it is estimated that there is a lot of moisture.

"You idiot, dodge aside..." There

are black lines under the mask of the pig-faced steward, they manage the black market, not villains, why jump out and offend people.

He couldn't see through the strength of the stall owner in front of him.

If you can't beat it, won't these people be cool.

Thinking like this, the pig-faced steward glared at the guy from before fiercely.

That's with a smile.

He hugged his fist at Ahesra, and then said with a little humility.

"Ahahaha, it's the lack of strict discipline that makes Your Excellency laugh..."

Didn't bother him at all.

The pig steward was not angry, but continued to speak humbly.

"Ah, yes, someone broke the rules of the black market before, but thank you for your righteous action..." After

a pause, he continued

, "Here, well, as the steward of this black market, I am here to accompany Your Excellency first, it is not our mismanagement."

"So be it, to apologize.

"Uh, I wrapped the spirit stones on this stall at double the price, what do you think..."

As soon as the pig steward's words came out, the people around him were in an uproar.

And Amisra, who had been closing her eyes and nurturing her mind, also slowly opened her eyes when she heard this.

"But..." There

was no surprise, no excitement.

Just simply said a word, but in the eyes of everyone is so pressing.

"My good guy, the big guy is

the big guy, and he talks so forcefully..." "Who says it's not, when I become a big guy in the future, I have to talk so forcefully..."

Forget it~" Hearing

the noise around him, the pig steward's face was a little ugly.

After all, anyone who talks nicely and angrily talks to people.

As a result, the man not only did not appreciate it, but also had a condescending attitude.

Anyone has to be a little angry.

However, when I think that this person's strength is unknown, there is no trace of his shot, and he can't afford to provoke with his extraordinary peak strength.

Think of this.

The pig steward gritted his teeth and still didn't care.

"Ahaha, Your Excellency is very personal..."

He smiled and gave himself a round, before making a look at his subordinates behind him.

Seeing this, this subordinate also had vision.

He quickly took out an anonymous federal card from his body, and then respectfully handed it to the pig steward.

The corner

of his mouth twitched, and he thought that this guy had a bit of eyesight, but he turned out to be an idiot.

"Oh, you pig head, why give me

the card!" "Oh oh, hug, sorry!" Hearing

this, the subordinate reacted, and then snorted, and quickly handed the card to Amisra.

It's just that the card in his hand has just been handed over halfway.

It was taken by a strange force and fell directly into the hands of Amisra.

"These

spirit stones belong to you..."

Ignoring the stunned black-clad faceless, Amus pulled up and took a gentle step forward.

Then he left indifferently in the confused eyes of everyone.

However, at the moment of passing by the pig steward.

It glanced faintly at the pig-faced mask man with a hint of a mentally retarded expression in his eyes.

After all, the price of 2.1 million, as a result, the goods cost 4.2 million.

In Amesra's opinion, he was able to exceed his master's task thanks to this wise man.

So, give him a look.

However, the pig steward did not know this, but he felt as if he had been offended....

"Steward, steward, do you want to send someone to follow

..." "When the time comes, the source of the spirit stone..." At

this time, a black-clothed faceless man came over, with a greedy look flashing under the mask.

"MD, you idiot, you are so active in sending people's heads, you are simply a talent..."

"Hmph, you won't have to go to work tomorrow!"

It can also be regarded as venting the anger suffered in Amisra.

"Ah!"

the black-clad faceless screamed and fell to the ground.

Then he was kicked more than ten feet by the pig steward, until the pig steward was a little breathless, and then he stopped.

"Huhu~

" "Hmph, don't be proud of the few of you, copy the black market survival code 1,000 times after you go back, don't think about it before you finish copying this month's salary!"

Flicking his sleeves, the pig steward left here arrogantly, leaving only a group of faceless black clothes.

and the melon-eating masses in confusion....