Sky Dragon Rider

Obviously, it was not unreasonable for the owner of the grocer, Horagu, to be nicknamed a slacker by the kids. If it wasn't for the fact that there was no second grocer in the town, this guy might have gone bankrupt and slept on the street.

"What's the smell here? It's choking. He Lagu, I have something here. Please help me to see it."

Frowning, enduring the strange smell, Dong Bai couldn't help but push the lazy grocery store owner into the store.

The other children immediately filed in and worked together to hang the door panel. One of the youngest children stretched out half of his body and hung the closed sign outside the door thoughtfully. He looked around and retreated into the store with a smile.

Sunlight is projected into the store through the roof, doors, windows, and tiny holes in the walls. Under the strong light and dark contrast, you can see the dust floating in the air is shuttled back and forth in the beam of light, doing disordered Brownian motion.

"Hey, what are you going to do? Don't move around! It's mine, ouch, this wooden cup is worth at least three coppers, you little things can't afford it."

As if a devil had entered the village (if there is a similar allusion in this world), the owner of the grocery store lost all sleep immediately, and drove these lawless little bastards in the store, preventing them from touching them with cheap hands. Stealing one or two things is not good, but it is not worth much, but it is very troublesome.

"Ahem!"

Dong Bai cleared his throat, and gave these brats a cold look.

The pitch-black dirty paws were immediately put away, and they stood obediently aside.

The sleepy-clad grocery store owner He Lagu said angrily while packing up the messed up things: "Tell me! What do you want from me?"

"I just got a good thing, let you look at it for me."

Dong Bai smiled and placed the Type 92 combat pistol on the counter.

"Really? Don't fool people with rubbish. I, Horagos, are not easy to deceive."

The grocery store owner snorted, cast his eyes on the counter, his pupils shrank, and turned around to take an oil lamp.

A few strikes of flint ignited the tinder rope.After lighting up the oil lamp and hanging the door panel, the shop with even less light gradually became brighter.

Only then did he start to look carefully at this strangely shaped metal product, carefully stroking every line and corner with his fingers.

"What is this? Horagos!"

Dong Bai looked curiously at the grocery store owner's inspection actions.The other party tried to pull it, and this strange thing was really pulled, revealing a layer of more special structure, the end with the hole seemed to be a pipe.

He Lagu, who was fiddling with the Type 92 combat pistol, said without raising his head: "It should be a construct, with a choking smell left, related to fire, and some murderous aura, could it be a tool for killing people?" ?”

His guess is infinitely close to the truth.

"So. How much will you pay?"

Taking advantage of the grocery store owner's lack of reaction, Dong Bai stretched out his hand and snatched back the Type 92 combat pistol. As one of the children's heads in Mo Xin Town, he is a ruthless ghost.

"Hey, hey, I haven't finished watching it yet!"

He Lagu, the owner of the grocery store, was still looking at the Type 92 combat pistol in Dongbai's hand with longing. He felt that he had just learned some tricks.But it was accidentally snatched away by the split hand.

Holding the gun barrel tightly, Dong Bai said calmly: "Make a price! As long as you pay the money, you can watch as long as you want, and you can watch it horizontally or vertically."

"Five copper coins!"

The grocer held out his palm.

"Hmph! You're teasing a child!"

Dong Bai snorted coldly, completely forgetting that he was also a child. Children from poor families matured precociously. Although his physical age was not very old, his mental age was the same as that of an adult.

"Then a silver coin!"

The grocer hesitated, and raised an index finger.

The silent children in the shop all exclaimed in surprise. They didn't expect that this weird-looking thing could be sold for a silver coin.It was beyond their expectations.

In this run-down town.The purchasing power of one silver coin is not small, enough for these children to have two or three meals.

Dong Bai's reaction was a bit strange. He took two steps back and walked towards the door of the store, without turning his head, he said: "Since He Lagu is so dishonest, then we have nothing to talk about, a tax official who has seen the world My lord will definitely give you a better price. You'd better keep a silver coin and spend it yourself."

This sentence has a double meaning, one is that the grocery store owner’s bid is too low, and the other is to ridicule him for pretending to be stupid or simply ignorant.

"You, you! Damn little brat!"

The owner of the grocery store gritted his teeth, stretched out his palm again, and said, "Five silver coins! How about it? For five silver coins, it is impossible for others to offer such a high price."

A group of children gasped, all looking forward to their leader, hoping that he would agree immediately.

If five silver coins were used sparingly, it would be enough for them to spend for a month.

"Let's go!" Dong Bai ignored him at all, walked to the door panel of the shop entrance, and stretched out his hand to pull it forcefully.

"return!"

The owner of the grocery store slapped the counter hard, panting like a cow and said bitterly: "Dong Bai, how much do you want? Why don't you make a price!"

"That's what you said!"

There was a trace of success in the corner of Dong Bai's mouth, he finally turned around and said, "One gold coin is worth the same price."

He knew that although the owner of the grocery store had the name of being stingy and stingy, in fact, as long as he was successfully bluffed, he would be very happy to pay. At best, he was just a paper tiger.

"What? A gold coin! Why don't you grab it!"

The grocer screamed.

"I'm just grabbing! Can't you!"

Dong Bai had a determined expression on the owner of the grocery store. Ever since he saw He Lagu looking at this metal product, he knew that the other party would definitely pay a high price.

"Okay, good you bastard! I can't earn a single gold coin in a month, and you are so greedy."

The face of the grocery store owner kept changing, with expressions of anger, curiosity, unwillingness, and heartache changing like a revolving lantern. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fifty silver coins! No more!"

"Even if you don't earn a single gold coin this month, you will definitely earn it next month, but I can make you never see this thing for the rest of your life and regret it for the rest of your life. There is only one piece of it!"

Dong Bai seemed to have grasped the mentality of the cheapskate grocery store owner. He put his finger into the trigger guard, swayed his wrist and turned the Type 92 combat pistol, completely unaware of how dangerous his actions were.

"You, you brat!"

He Lagu's face became more and more ugly, and his chest heaved like a bellows. There is no doubt about the threat of the other party. It is really possible to sell it to others. Even if the selling price is lower, it will become extremely difficult for him to get it again.

"Make a decision quickly! I'm still waiting to eat!"

Continuing to fiddle with the pistol in a deadly motion, Dong Bai, who didn't care about it, looked at the bearded, sloppy shop owner leisurely.

The grocery store owner had to admit that from the very beginning, he was led by the nose by this brat, and after a while he finally made up his mind.

"Okay, just a gold coin!"

His expression was as if he had been stabbed severely, and he counted out a golden gold coin from his close-fitting purse with great pain. The front and back were stained with fresh sweat, which confirmed the origin of the hard-earned money.

"Happy! Next time I have something good, I will definitely come to you again."

Dong Bai finally showed a smug smile, he succeeded.

The children couldn't believe their ears. After a moment of silence, they burst into cheers.

With gold coins in one hand and a Type 92 combat pistol in the other, both parties are very satisfied with this transaction.

"Holagu, take your time to appreciate it! I'm leaving!" Dong Bai held the gold coin tightly, and with a joyful smile, he said loudly: "Let's go, let's go to Qingya's wine inn to celebrate pause."

"Dongbai! Dongbai! Dongbai! Dongbai..."

Like slogans, the children yelled in unison, surrounded Dong Bai and rushed out of the grocery store, leaving behind the grocery store owner who was studying the Type 92 combat pistol and walked away.

For a gold coin, they can even eat fat meat.

"This construct is very problematic."

The grocery store owner was staring blankly at the pistols on the counter in the shop that had become quiet again.

His fingers suddenly drew a very standard circle around the thing he bought for a gold coin, and then he turned around like dancing.

After a while, there was a light drink without warning, and a rune magic circle emitting golden light appeared in the air above the counter, covering the pistol in it.

This 92-type combat pistol seemed to lose weight suddenly, slowly floated up, and slowly rotated irregularly above the golden rune magic circle.

"How can the structure be so simple? It's just empty and has an appearance? Oops, I fell for that brat's tricks! My gold coins!" Just as the owner of the grocery store showed a heartbroken expression, his face suddenly changed, and he lost his voice: " No! This composition, this metal composition material fusion is perfect, there is no trace of flaws, this is impossible, there is a problem, there is a big problem, such a material, such a craft, should not be used in such a simple structure. It is wasteful and wasteful, and there is no special use for one place."

The expression of the grocery store owner He Lagu became more and more surprised, and he completely forgot that he had paid a gold coin for it with great heartache.

Relying on mental power to draw freehand analysis and induction magic circles gradually lost their light, when the 92-type combat pistol fell back to the counter, He Lagu, who had a real understanding of its structure, grasped the handle of the gun correctly for the first time, and went Pull the safety handle.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move the safety handle."

A young man's voice suddenly reached He Lagu's ears. He was startled, took two steps back holding the 92-type combat pistol, leaned his back against the shelf, and shouted tremblingly: "Who are you? What do you want to do?" ?”

-(to be continued~^~)

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