The stall owner is a greasy middle-aged man. Since Song Yue came, he has been looking at him.

Hot eyes.

He has never seen a beauty like song Yue close to reality.

If you look at it carefully, it's better than his collection of female star posters!

Still a student!

People come and go on the street, but the stall owners dare not do anything, just can't help itching.

Song Yue hears the words of rich and noble, feel strange: "why should buy down? It shouldn't be worth the money. "

"It's not an ordinary beauty. You must buy it anyway."

Song Yue had no choice but to ask the stall owner: "how can I sell this thing?"

The stall owner saw that song Yue had chosen a dilapidated clay statue of beauty. He was stunned.

He thought that song Yue would choose those delicate and beautiful gadgets, who knows that they are far away.

But he was quick to respond. As soon as he turned his eyes, he said, "this is a Bodhisattva. Although it's not very impressive, it was actually offered in the palace. It's just that it's too old to be like this until he took off his golden body."

In fact, he didn't know much about it, but after a long time, he could get something out of his mouth.

Song Yue almost rolled his eyes when he heard that. He returned the tattered Bodhisattva, the palace, the golden body, as her big head.

"Do you dare to say it's a Bodhisattva or a wild Bodhisattva? Fifty at the most. Do you like it or not

"Fifty?" The stall owner said with exaggeration, "little sister, do you think this is to buy rags?"

"Aren't you a rag?" Song Yue looked disgusted, "if you don't want to give a gift to a disgusting person, do you think I want to buy it?"

As soon as the stall owner had the cheek to take out, he looked at Song Yue suspiciously: "you buy it for the disgusting people?"

He collected all these things from the countryside. He couldn't tell exactly how many of them were genuine.

But in their business, who doesn't know how to pick up leaks?

Song Yue inexplicably wants to buy a tattered clay statue of a beautiful woman. He is really worried about whether he has lost his eye and sold his baby as tattered.

Song Yue nodded and gave him a smile. He said with some pride, "I've learned a spell recently. I use the beauty image to curse people."

"There's someone I hate so much, so I'm going to try."

The stall owner felt cold all over and couldn't help asking, "where did you get more and more of that spell?"

This year's students are really amazing, actually want to curse people!

"According to the book, it's called a psychic master."

After hearing this, the stall owner suddenly felt something wrong: "this book you are talking about is not a novel, is it?"

"It's a novel, but it's well written. The techniques in it are certainly not made up!"

The stall owner was speechless for a while. She turned out to be a silly girl with a bad brain when reading novels.

He looked at Song Yue's beautiful little face and itched again.

This girl seems to have a low IQ. Maybe as long as she coaxes, she can

Just as he was in a hurry, he suddenly went dark.

The stall owner subconsciously raised his head and saw he Chenyuan with a murderous face.

The black eyes scraped him like a knife, and the stall owner was almost not scared to death.

He Chenyuan glared at the stall owner with warning and asked song Yue, "what are you doing here?"

Song Yue pointed to the broken clay statue of beauty and asked the stall owner, "fifty, do you want to sell it?"

He Chenyuan looked at the beauty statue and frowned.

I don't know why. He just thinks it's very unpleasant.

The stall owner is scared to pee by he Chenyuan. How dare he bargain?

"Sell

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