Interstellar Love Story: Young Girl Spirit Hunter

And this kind of thing, which is more rare than the book of hunting elixirs, is actually on the market. How can we not excite the little angel mecha, which is naturally sensitive to energy?

This is an absolutely rare product that money can't buy.

Hua canlington's feet were then pulled by the little angel mecha into a shop that looked clean and orderly.

It was crowded inside, as if someone were arguing about something.

The little angel mecha is thinking about the energy crystal. Whether people are crowded or not, it stretches out a small but powerful mechanical arm to delimit a passage for the crowd.

Before they crowded through the crowd, Hua Canling heard a sharp female high-end stereo: "ten million star points are not sold yet? Do you think our young master Ling is good at talking, so try to raise the price?"

There was a puff in the crowd.

What is worth 10 million interstellar points?

"No, Miss Chen, my master bought this stone at a high price. Our shop can't sell it at the price you gave."

A kind-hearted man with a ball in his head and a shrewd look in his eyes said to a young girl in a very elegant manner.

This is the first time that Hua Canling, who has lived for two years, has seen him.

However, it was strangely not inconsistent, as if he was born with such a hairstyle.

"It's just a broken stone. If my young master Ling Wu didn't like it, he wouldn't want to pay for it! Spend a lot of money? Even young master Ling dares to kill. How dare you!"

The young girl angrily accused, and her fingers almost poked into uncle meatball's face without a trace of gentleness.

Uncle meatball's face remained unchanged, still smiling, and let her jump and scold.

This made Hua Canling think highly of him.

The young girl has her back to the crowd. She is wearing a pink and cyan Chinese dress, long hair and waist. She is graceful. Hua Canling can only see from her clothes that she is a spirit hunter.

When she was talking, her whole body exuded a strong hostility. Although the level was not high, it made many ordinary people dare not approach easily.

On the left side of the young girl, there was a tall man standing.

From the man's broad side face, the man's skin should look good.

Wearing the unique male Han suit and suit head of the soul hunter, he shook a fan of unknown material and said nothing.

The look in his eyes was a little sharp. He glanced at Uncle meatball head and said gently to Miss Chen, "Xiao Ru, don't be rude."

Then he arched his hand at the ball head uncle with a smiling face and said gently, "I don't know how much this seemingly insignificant stone can be sold?"

Uncle meatball immediately stretched out a finger and said, "at least 10 billion interstellar points are needed."

Ten billion?!

Everyone took a breath of air conditioning.

They just smoke air conditioning, but they think the store is crazy.

"Young master Ling, you said they didn't want to pit us? Did they sell us? Palm sized broken stones, even if they are more colorful and rare, can't sell more than 100 million? Still 10 billion? I bah, why don't you rob them?!"