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

Some booths had too many predecessors, and she couldn't squeeze in. She had to retreat and choose the booths with few people to browse.

Her serious visitors to the booths one by one were afraid of missing what they really needed. Unfortunately, she didn't see a black crystal when she found most of the booths.

When she left this booth, she was about to go to another booth, but before she approached, she found that there was no one in that booth. She could see everything on the booth at a glance.

That's a lot of scrap iron.

Duanmu Ya looked at the past and thought he was looking at the flower eyes. He closed his eyes, opened them, and looked over there. He found that there were really a lot of black scrap iron with no luster, large and small, on the exquisite and beautiful booth.

But it's not quite right. Mu Qingchen seems to have eyes that can see things in the world. If this is really a pile of scrap iron, he can't put it on the booth!

Sitting in front of the scrap heap was an old man who looked very old and whose face was drooping. He looked at an old man who was about 80 or 90 years old. There was no one in front of his booth, and he was not in a hurry. He made a pot of tea on the edge of the platform. He poured a cup and narrowed his eyes. Because his eyelids drooped, he could not see his eyes. He was lazy tasting tea. I enjoyed it very much and didn't bother me.

Somehow, she was attracted and was about to walk over, but the little white deer suddenly called her, "come on! Go and have a look!"

"Why, do you think this grandpa is so interesting?" duanmuya looked at her chest with both hands and asked with a smile.

"He should be more than interesting. Haven't you always found that your spirit chain is a little worse?" the little white deer said: "you are a fourth-order spirit now. When others turn out the spirit chain, you can turn into your own weapons or pet. However, you don't. You use your hands every time you fight with people!"

"It seems so!" when the little white deer mentioned it, Duanmu yawang remembered that he didn't really have his own weapon or spirit pet.

"But what does this have to do with this pile of scrap iron?" she could feel that the little white deer was very eager. However, the weapons of other people's spirit chains were transformed by the spirit chains, didn't she? Did she still need to buy an iron cast by herself?

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

Duanmu yawang originally wanted to see it. Someone agreed with her, and she walked a lot faster.

She walked over and found that the tea smell was more fresh and natural. She took a deep breath and was about to open her mouth. A tea cup appeared in front of her.

She looked up and found that the old man was still drinking tea with his eyelids narrowed, but he had an empty cup in his other hand. "Little girl, have a drink with the old man?"

"Good!" she's thirsty after coming out for so long. I'd love to!

With that, she took the cup with a smile, walked around from the opposite side of the old man, and found that there was a stool next to him. She was not polite. She stretched out her hand, pulled it over and sat down, and then automatically and spontaneously lifted the teapot and poured tea.

Then, passers-by found that the whole appraisal activity had the strangest temperament. The old man who sold a pile of rotten iron and didn't let anyone near his booth was sitting with the black haired and black eyed waste of the imperial city.

Old and young, without saying anything, sat in front of a pile of scrap iron, squinted and looked casual.

The passers-by looked at it and smiled sarcastically. As expected, birds of a feather flock together. What a match!

Duanmu yawang didn't care about other people's eyes. He tasted three cups of tea continuously and carefully before he put the cup down. Then he held his cheek in his hand and looked at a pile of scrap iron in front of him.

She saw that the old man didn't say anything and tasted tea.

Duanmu Ya looked at it. Somehow, she felt more and more that these black iron attracted her eyes, as if it would be hot. She stretched out her hand and touched it, but she felt the spirit chain on her wrist shaking violently.

"Master, if there is a situation!" the little white deer also felt it. "I doubt that your spirit chain weapon needs something to stimulate it."

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

The old man didn't know if he had seen this scene and still tasted tea leisurely.

Duanmu yawang picked up the black iron in his hand and asked the old man, "Grandpa, I want all these iron..."

"How to change these scrap iron?" Duanmu yawang's voice appeared before she finished her words. She stood in front of the booth and didn't reach out to touch the broken black iron. She looked down at the old man and asked.

Nangong leisurely, Nangong Yuner, Nangong duo'er and Nangong Yunfan came with her. They didn't even bother to take a look at the black iron. They looked at Duanmu yawang sitting with the old man with different faces.

The old man didn't move his eyelids. "Don't change it."

Zhu Jinyu frowned, "how do you buy it?"

"No."

Nangong duo'er was unhappy. "Hey, old man, you have entered my brother Qingchen's Lingyue Pavilion, so you clearly want to change or sell it. Your pile of rotten iron, my sister yu'er, I think it's your blessing. If you don't sell it soon, you still keep it rusty?"

The old man didn't respond at all, but Duanmu yawang frowned. Nangongduo is really a mad dog. Yes, no matter who, as long as she doesn't care about being unhappy, anyone can scold!

The old man is 80 or 90 years old. She can still scold. I really don't know how the queen teaches her on weekdays!

The old man didn't respond. Nangong duo'er was very angry. She said to Zhu Jinyu, "sister yu'er, let's go. What's the attitude of the dead old man? Only this waste can see her pile of iron."

"This is not scrap iron." Zhu Jinyu said, remembering that when she saw Duanmu yawang touch these iron just now, these iron would shake, so she couldn't help reaching out to touch them.

However, as soon as she was about to reach out, the old man raised a corner of his drooping eyelids and glanced at her.

That glance was actually a very calm and ordinary one, but Zhu Jinyu seemed to be stung by something and suddenly retracted his hand.

The old man's eyelids hung down quietly again and continued to taste tea.

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

Nangong duo'er smiled and hugged her arm. "Sister yu'er, let's go. A waste wood and a pile of scrap iron are out of the way."

Zhu Jinyu didn't answer. She looked at the old man with her cold lips. "I'll set these iron. Tell me your conditions."