Although this VIP room is the oldest, its furnishings are all top-notch precious treasures.
What a pity...
At the moment Ashin's words blurted out, all the items in the entire VIP room, except for the white chair with a single claw, were simultaneously crushed into powder by two rare forces in the world.
Duclaw happily raised his head and laughed wildly, while Nan Bowan snarled at Asin with a terrible face: "You, you, you are so brave! How dare you call the Lord such a rude name! I, I, Me!!!" He reached into his arms and took out the golden brush, and the VIP room was immediately filled with an erratic and majestic breath of ink.
Suddenly, the one-claw bite at the air swiftly, and the power radiated by Nan Bowan suddenly shredded like invisible sharp teeth hollowed out by a hungry beast.
Nanbo never expected that his master would take action against him. This time he was so frightened that the golden brush in his hand almost flew out: "Master...?!"
"Hahaha..." Duclaw shook his head and smiled: "It's okay, you don't need to pursue it, this little melon baby is an exception!" He rubbed his bald head, and the desire for wrinkles was happily moisturized: "My Duclaw It's been a long time since I was so happy!"
Nan Bo Wan cast an angry look at Ashin, unwillingly put the golden brush into his arms: "Subordinates obey orders!"
Single-claw looked at A Xin, as if he was a toy with a peculiar function: "Guwazi, let me ask you, how did you learn the hand you just exposed?"
Ashin blinked: "It was the tyrant who instructed me to guide the power in my body."
Duclaw and Nam Bowan looked at each other. He looked at Ashin with straight hair with a sea of blood and sunset: "You can reach a new realm in just a few days... Look at this picture, just to make a breakthrough. A lot of pain, right? What method did you use to break through the bottleneck forcibly?"
A confident thought: (He is an old monster who has lived for a long time. He must be very knowledgeable and intelligent. Even if he sees it through, it is normal, so it is better to tell him honestly? But don't tell me about the second general!)
So Ashin said half-truth: "I figured out a way a few days ago... disrupt the movement of my bones, meridians and qi and blood, and then directed the force to rush out and restore myself little by little."
Nan Bowan stared at Asin with a re-evaluated look, and the anger in his eyes had turned into a reward: "How can I use such a dangerous means to force myself to die and live? Good... good... Hou Sheng Ke 31 novel app download address fear!"
Duclaw looked satisfied and slowly nodded his head in praise: "Heh...you melon baby is unscrupulous against yourself!"
Ashin couldn't help complaining in his heart: (Unscrupulous? Ha... really brutal and unscrupulous!)
Duzhao asked teasingly: "With such an extreme method, you are not afraid that you will not be able to meet the deadline for the ring fight? Are you afraid of training yourself to be a useless person?"
Ashin turned his head: "Men have to be cruel to themselves..."
Duclaw nodded: "Blood tempering, Fang Chengdaqi!" He returned to the seat: "Say, what can you do with me Duclaw?"
Ashin raised his index finger: "The first thing, I asked someone to return the wolf king's claws to Ba Ye, but he rushed away just now, I don't know if he received it?"
Duclaw didn't answer directly, but leaned forward and asked: "Wolf King's claw is a rare weapon made of magic silver. Are you not greedy at all?"
The corner of Axin's mouth curled: "Ha! When am I? Demon silver... does not have much force for me." He muttered in his heart: (Just so much demon silver, but the prince always carries it on his back. ~~~Large~~~~ block~~~~ The magic silver is dangling in front of me!)
Duclaw looked at Ashin with vicissitudes of life. He and Nam Bowan exchanged a satisfied look, and then he smiled kindly: "Guwazi is also honest! What about the second thing?"
"The second thing..." Ashin frowned, and his tone became a little suspicious: "I always heard that you can buy everything in the ghost black market? Can you really buy anything here?"
Duclaw and Nam Bowan looked at each other, and the two people who were well-known in the supernatural world laughed, looking like fools who said the wrong thing.
Nam Bowan said to Ashin: "Yes! But not!"
Axin asked incomprehensibly, "Ah? Is it right? Is that possible? Or can't it?"
Nan Bowan patted Ashin on the shoulder: "Young man! Since ancient times, from small to strange things, to big fortune in a country, visitors can find all kinds of things beyond imagination in the ghostly black market. It happens that you can’t find the goods you need. So over time, everyone thinks that everything can be bought and sold in the black market. From this perspective, it is indeed!
"But there are exceptions." With a single paw leaning on his chin, he said: "The black market of ghosts and ghosts can indeed meet the needs of most visitors. But some needs can never be met!"
Ashin slowly repeated in a bewildered voice: "Ten thousand, ten thousand, no, can, full, full? Will there be things that the black market can't do?"
Duclaw and Nam Bowan looked at each other and smiled again. He threw two emerald peanuts to Ashin: "You are still too young to think things are not thoughtful enough! If someone wants to buy my Duclaw's life, should I be old too? Honestly offer your head and hands?"
Ashin's neck stretched back: "Of course not!" He said in surprise, "Who would be so stupid and bold to take your life?!"
Nan Bowan smiled: "No one will be so arrogant and ignorant, but someone once wanted to collect the heads and furs of the deceased patriarchs of the demihumans!" He recalled for a while and said, "Oh! Just! Less than two hundred years ago, there was someone who wanted to buy my eyeballs and a fang that was tyrannical! Of course this kind of demand wouldn't make him happy!"
Ashin looked very disgusting: "Damn, what kind of perverted hobby is this?" He thought for a while: "But this kind of demand is too cruel, and it's really unsatisfactory!"
Duclaw hummed a few times and said: "Even if the goods on the black market are all-inclusive, some things have an insurmountable bottom line. So in this respect, the black market is not a place where you can buy anything. "
"Oh..." Axin suffocated his words in his heart: (I really didn't see that your ghost black market is a place with a bottom line!) He had seen and heard all the way after meeting Evelyn, intercepting and killing the guest's Pei. Pulling a family, the slave trade in the Werewolf Autonomous Region, and even the large-scale ** trade have been done.
But at this moment, the chief culprit who presides over all the evil deeds of the gods and ghosts in the black market is talking about the "bottom line" in front of him... It really feels very strange.
Ashin raised his hands: "I don't think what I want will break through your...er... bottom line."
Duclaw pointed at Asin: "But what you Guwazi wants is probably not ordinary stuff. Otherwise, why do you have to specifically find me, the stinky old man that you hate?"
Duclaw called himself a stinky old man, but Ashin scratched his head in embarrassment: "Uh...I won't call you that way..."
"Shit..." Nan Bowan's goldfish eyes rolled over, and a loud vent sounded in his nostrils, and asked: "The Lord has worked hard for days and nights and has to suppress the overflowing power of the Golden Wheel fighters fighting, but I don't have time to be with you. Kid long-winded. What do you want, let's talk about it! Oh!!! By the way..."
Nan Bowan suddenly patted bald, took out a writing brush and drew a few strokes on the back of his hand, then lifted it up to Asin's eyes and asked, "This person... have you ever met?"
(What the hell? He doesn't know that I am a blind man, and it is difficult to discern things on the plane?)
Ashin just wanted to mock Nam Bowan, but he was immediately surprised to find that the three-dimensional holographic ink painting drawn by Nam Bowan on the back of his hand was actually!
But Ashin didn’t have time to admire Nam Bowan’s ability, because he was immediately taken aback by the vivid face of the portrait: "Damn! This—"
Asin closed his mouth suddenly! !
(Damn! I am! I am!!!! They didn’t know why they had been chasing the doctor before, but now they have been checked for their looks?)
What kind of people are Duclaw and Nam Bowan? Naturally, Ashin's demeanor would not be overlooked. The two of them rushed to Ashin at the same time and asked, "Have you seen this person?!"
(Oops! This flaw is too obvious!)
A Xin's whole body was cold and his heart was beating wildly, and his brain was numb as if pouring into ice water, and instantly felt that he was about to be crushed by two huge forces. He breathed hard, and then slowly said: "I haven't seen it before, I just think that this person's appearance... is really awful!!!"
"Sneezes!" Someone sneezed inexplicably somewhere: "Who is whispering to me passionately?"
"Really?!"
How could Duclaw and Nan Bowan easily believe that, they released the pressure and questioned them further, and glanced at Ashin with blade-like gazes.
At this time, Ashin quietly used his hard-worked internal strength to suppress the heartbeat and blood flow rate, so that the body's physiological response did not show any obvious signs of tension.
His breathing was steady, his temperature did not change drastically, and the pores on his skin did not even show signs of shrinking or sweating.
Duzhao and Nam Bo would stare at Asin unwillingly, while Asin pretended to be dumbfounded and asked: "What's the matter with you? Why are you looking so cruel? Oh~~You are relatives with him? Good friends? So. Do you feel angry when I say that? It's just a joke, don't be so serious~~~"
Duclaw touched his bald head, sighed heavily and said: "It's okay, let's continue talking about you, what do you want?"
After thinking for a while, Ashin said, "What I want to buy from you is not something, but a piece of information."
"Information? Hahaha..." Nan Bowan smiled: "I thought it was something that is difficult to go to heaven, but I just wanted to buy a piece of information? I happen to be in charge of the information market of the ghost black market, no matter if it is the surface world, one hundred and fifty in the future. The economic and political trends of the year, the capture method and production location of the fairy grass monsters, and even the famous reclusive places for seniors. If you want to know, I can tell you!"
"But..." Duclaw's gaze was fierce: "Information is victory or defeat, so this kind of thing is sometimes worth more than tangible things! So, Guwazi, your wallet is better enough!" (this chapter Finish)