The True Nature of the Ghost Doctor: The Ugly Girl Will Go Against the Sky

There were too many people in front of some booths, and she couldn't squeeze in. She had no choice but to choose a booth with few people to browse.

She was serious visitors to the booths, afraid that she would miss what she really needed. Unfortunately, she found most of the booths and failed to spot a black spirit crystal.

Leaving this booth, she was about to go to another booth, but before approaching, she found that there was no one in that booth, and Duan Mu Ya looked at everything on the booth at a glance.

That is a lot of scrap iron.

Duanmu Ya looked at the past and thought it was because of her dazzling eyes, closed her eyes and opened them, then looked over there, and found that the exquisite and beautiful booth was really a lot of black paint, without any luster. Scraps of different sizes.

But it's not quite right. Mu Qingchen has eyes that seem to be able to perceive things in the world. If this is really a pile of scrap iron, he can't let it be on the booth!

And sitting in front of the scrap pile was an old man who looked very old, his face was drooping, and he looked like he could be 80 or 90 years old. There was no one in front of his booth, and he was not in a hurry. There was a pot of tea on the side of the platform, he poured a cup, squinted because his eyelids were drooping, and he could not see the eyes very much. It looks like I'm enjoying it and don't bother me.

Somehow, she was attracted, and was about to walk over, but Xiao Bailu suddenly called her: "Quick! Go and see!"

"Why, do you think this grandfather is interesting too?" Duanmu Yawang asked with a beaming smile while holding her hands on her chest.

"He should be more than just interesting. Have you never noticed that your spiritual chain is missing something?" Xiao Bailu said: "You are now a Tier 4 spiritual being. When someone else turns into a spiritual chain, you can turn it out. You have your own weapons or spiritual pets, but you don’t have them. Every time you fight with people, you use your hands!"

"It seems to be!" When Xiao Bailu mentioned it, Duanmu Yawang only remembered that she really didn't seem to have a weapon or spiritual pet that she had turned out yet.

"But, what does this have to do with this pile of scrap iron?" She could feel Xiao Bailu's eagerness, but the weapons of other people's spirit chains were magical from spirit chains, didn't she need to buy them herself? Can't cast iron?

"I don't know, but I feel that you can find something very helpful to you from here."

Duanmu Yawang wanted to see her originally. Some people agreed with her, and her footsteps were a lot lighter.

She walked over and found that the tea fragrance was more fresh and natural. She took a deep breath and was about to speak when a teacup appeared in front of her.

She raised her eyes and realized that the old man was still squinting while drinking tea, but he had an empty cup in his other hand, "The little girl accompany the old man to drink a cup?"

"Okay!" She was thirsty after coming out for so long, wishing it!

As she said, she took the cup with a smile, and walked around from the old man, and found that there was a stool next to him. She was not polite, stretched out her hand and sat down, then lifted the teapot and poured the tea spontaneously.

Then, people passing by found that the whole activity of the estimated object had the strangest temperament. There was a pile of rotten iron for sale, and the old man who had not let anyone approach his booth was sitting with the black-haired and black-eyed trash of the imperial city.

An old and a young, without saying anything, sitting in front of a pile of scrap iron, squinting, looking casual and enjoyable.

People passing by saw it, and laughed ironically. It really is like things are gathered together, waste wood and waste iron, what a match!

Duanmu Yawang didn't care about other people's gaze at all. After tasting three cups of tea carefully, he put the cup down, then put his cheek in his hand, and looked at the pile of scrap iron in front of him seriously.

She saw that the old man didn't say anything, and was tasting tea by himself.

Duanmu Yawang watched, somehow, she felt that these black irons attracted her eyes more and more, as if it would be hot. She reached out and touched it, and felt the spiritual chain on her wrist sway violently.

"Master, there really is a situation!" Little Bailu felt it too, "Little Master suspects that your spirit chain weapon needs something to stimulate it to come out."

Duanmu Yawang didn't say a word, but her face was a little serious. She gently stretched out her hands one by one to touch the black iron, and whenever her hand touched which piece of black iron, which piece of black iron shook violently.

And the old man didn't know if he saw this scene and was still enjoying tea in a leisurely manner.

Duanmu Yawang took the black iron in her hand and asked the old man: "Grandpa, I want all these irons..."

"How do I change these scraps?" Before Duanmu Yawang finished her words, Zhu Jinyu's voice appeared. She stood in front of the booth without reaching out to touch the tattered black iron, looking at the old man condescendingly. Asked.

The people who came with her were Nangong Youran, Nangong Yun'er, Nangong Duo'er and Nangong Yunfan. They didn't even bother to take a look at those black irons. They looked at Duanmu Yawang who was sitting with the old man with different faces. .

The old man didn't move his eyelids, "No change."

Zhu Jinyu frowned, "Then how to buy?"

"Not buying."

Nangong Duo'er was upset, "Hey, old man, if you can get this thing into my brother Qingchen’s Lingyue Pavilion, you just make it clear that you want to change it or sell it. You are a pile of rotten iron, my sister Yuer can see. It's your blessing, why don't you sell it soon, and still keep it rusty?"

The old man didn't react at all, but Duanmu Yawang frowned. This Nangong Duoer is really a mad dog. No matter who it is, as long as she doesn't care about being upset, anyone can scold!

The old man is eighty or ninety years old, and she can still scold her. I really don't know how the empress empress teaches her on weekdays!

The old man didn't respond, Nangong Duoer was very angry, and she said to Zhu Jinyu: "Sister Yuer, let's go, what kind of attitude is this dead old man? Her pile of iron is the only thing she can see."

"This is not scrap iron." Zhu Jinyu said, remembering that when she saw Duanmu Yawang touch these irons, the irons would shake, so she couldn't help but reach out to touch them.

However, just as she was about to reach out, the old man's drooping eyelids lifted a corner and squinted at her.

That glance was actually a very calm and unusual glance, but Zhu Jinyu seemed to be stung by something, and suddenly withdrew her hand.

The old man's eyelids drooped quietly again, and continued to drink tea.

Only two of them knew their emotions. The people next to them didn't notice. They only saw Zhu Jinyu reach out and touch the black iron and then retracted her hand suddenly, thinking she hated the scrap iron.

Nangong Duo'er smiled and hugged her arm, "Sister Yu'er, let's go. A pile of waste wood and a pile of waste iron is an eye-catcher."

Zhu Jinyu didn't answer, she pursed her lips coldly and looked at the old man, "I have to decide on these irons. Let's talk about your terms."