City Summoner

Time passed unknowingly, and suddenly, at the entrance of the antique shop, there was a loud noise.

A person dressed as a waiter said angrily: "I said why are you so annoying, haven't we already told you that your fire stick is worthless. It's okay, just get out of here, our store You are not welcome here."

With impatient voices, the waiter pushed a young man out of the store.

The noise outside interrupted the conversation between the two.

Mu Feng asked curiously, "Boss, what happened to that person outside?"

The middle-aged man said dejectedly: "Speaking of which, I am considered unlucky, and that person didn't know why, but he went to my store to sell things, and this is the third time he has come here. If he brought something It's worth a little money, but the problem is that it's just a fire stick, even if it's in my shop, I still think he's in the way! But guess what? The young man insisted that it was his family heirloom, and insisted Let me pay him [-] star coins, what do you think this is not poor and crazy?"

Mu Feng also felt interesting after listening to it.

In the end, he wandered around the antique shop for a while, and finally spent [-] star coins to buy a plasma energy pulse gun that was tens of millions of years old.

The main reason why Mu Feng bought this gun is that the appearance of this gun is similar to the 64-style pistol used by police in his era. Seeing this gun, Mu Feng feels very cordial.

After leaving the antique shop with Tsunade, Mu Feng was surprised to find that the young man who had just been kicked out of the antique shop was still standing there. Something like a stick, but on the outside of the stick, there is a black cloth bag.

This guy is still persistent enough, Mu Feng shook his head secretly.

Saying that, he prepares to leave with Tsunade.

But just as he passed by the young man, a strange feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

Must buy him!

Must buy him!

In the dark, as if a voice sounded in his heart.

At the same time, Mu Feng's eyes were already fixed on the iron rod in the young man's arms.

Mu Feng stared at the thing in the man's arms, and his heart was full of curiosity.

At this moment, he even had the illusion that the thing that looked like a burning stick in front of him seemed to be calling him.

How is this going?

Just when Mu Feng was puzzled by the feeling just now, the young man was taken aback, and he stepped back a few steps, while holding the thing in his arms tighter.

At the same time, he looked at Mu Feng vigilantly and said, "What are you doing?"

Seeing the person in front of him, Mu Feng smiled slightly and said, "Can you show me this burning stick in your hand?"

"The fire stick is a fart, this is a treasure sword, my family heirloom!" Seeing that Mu Feng said that the fire stick in his hand was the fire stick in his hand, the young man's face flushed red, and he argued loudly at the same time.

"Okay, it's a treasure sword, can I see your baby heirloom sword?" Mu Feng asked again.

"You want to buy my sword?" the young man asked suspiciously.

Mu Feng nodded and said, "I'm a little interested in this thing."

"My sword will sell for [-] stars!" the young man continued.

"If I am satisfied, one hundred thousand star coins is a lot. But you have to let me see it first." Mu Feng said.

Hearing the words, the young man said with some worry: "It's okay, but you can't break the sword for me."

PS: It's a bit sloppy, the remaining two chapters may be updated later, I'm really sorry! , , .

Chapter 113 One Hundred Thousand?i want

Seeing the cautious look of the young man, Mu Feng had to say, "Yes."

After taking the things, Mu Feng directly tore off the black cloth wrapped around the fire stick, and instantly, countless rust and dust scattered.

When his hand touched the fire stick, the voice just now suddenly became more and more urgent.

get him!

Gotta get him!

I don't know why, in the depths of Mu Feng's soul, there seems to be a morbid desire for this thing.

Mu Feng was taken aback by this feeling, and at the same time, what made him more curious was what was in his hand. What was it that made him feel so strange?

He carefully looked at the fire stick in his hand, but no matter how he looked at it, he didn't see anything novel about it. It was clearly an iron stick. If there was anything novel about it, it should be this iron stick. The rust on the outside is so thick.

Now he finally understood why the antique shop owner said the thing was worthless.

It can be exaggerated to say that even if this thing is thrown on the ground, I am afraid no one will even bother to pick it up.

"Are you sure this thing is worth [-] stars?" Mu Feng looked at the young man with strange eyes.

The way this thing sells is really bad.

The young man seemed to have guessed Mu Feng's thoughts long ago, so after hearing what Mu Feng said, he made a move to grab the fire stick and said angrily, "If you don't buy it, give it back to me."

Mu Feng took a few steps back and smiled: "This thing is not bad, I want it."

"You gave my sword to... uh, what did you say, you want this sword?" The young man originally thought that Mu Feng was going to rob him, but when he heard the following words, he was stunned, obviously He couldn't believe what he just heard.

"That's right, I want it. One hundred thousand star coins will cost you a penny." Mu Feng said.

"You really aren't fooling me?" the young man asked suspiciously.

"What are you doing, Tsunade, give him the money." Mu Feng ordered.