"You are so bold, you actually destroyed my treasure fan, you ......" Feng Xuelan was shocked and angry, and was about to go crazy, when she suddenly opened her mouth wide, looking at the place where the fan handle was broken, and couldn't say a word.

Thyme's eyes widened even more, and she was extremely stunned.

When the people around saw it, they all took a sharp breath.

"Do you see clearly?" the appraiser sneered and pointed to the handle of the fan, "This handle was manipulated and put into a small piece of high-grade spirit stone, the spiritual energy fluctuations you feel are emitted by this spirit stone, and this fan itself is not even worth three cents! The only thing that is worth a little money is that small piece of high-grade spirit stone, such a thing is embarrassed to be said to be a treasure!"

Without mercy, he threw the two severing fans out of the counter, snapped, and fell to the ground.

Feng Xuelan picked up the fan and took a closer look, her face was red and white for a while, which was very exciting.

Then, she cried "wow".

"I was fooled! I was deceived! That damn fat man, he lied to me, he lied to me!" she cried without an image, tears and snot streaming down her face.

She leaned on thyme's shoulder, and the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became.

The public embarrassment is secondary, and the most important thing is that after she was deceived this time, she has become a penniless pauper.

In order to raise money to buy this fan, she even stole her mother's private money, and she didn't know how to go home to face her mother.

Thyme comforted her, but there was still a hint of luck and joy in her heart.

The fan that Feng Xuelan found was fake, but her hairpin must be real.

She still believes in her eyesight.

"Master, please help me identify this hairpin. She handed over the hairpin in her palm.

The aura fluctuation of this hairpin is even stronger than that of the fan just now.

But everyone just saw a fake fan with their own eyes, and when they saw this hairpin again, they inevitably showed suspicion.

Thyme is confident.

The handle of the fan is thicker, and a small piece of spirit stone can be put in, but his hairpin is very finely made, and there is no place to hold the spirit stone at all, so it must be true, or a priceless treasure.

"This hairpin is also fake. ”

The appraiser's cold voice came.

"Impossible!"

Thyme is also like Feng Xuelan, and the first reaction is impossible.

"Master, why do you say it's fake too?" she stared coldly at the appraiser, wondering if he had done something behind him.

The appraiser didn't bother to explain, so he directly broke the hairpin, exposed the hollow hairpin, and poured out some fine powder.

"This is the spirit stone powder, and that's what the aura fluctuations you feel. ”

Thyme suddenly felt as if she had been punched hard in her chest, and her eyes straightened.

Feng Xuelan finally breathed back at this time.

She couldn't help but say: "Sister Xiang, your hairpin doesn't seem to be as good as my fan, and my small piece of spirit stone is worth a little more than these broken stones." ”

If it turns out that thyme is real and hers is fake, I'm afraid she will really jump into the river.

Now that she saw that Thyme had been fooled just like herself, her heart was suddenly balanced.

Everyone suffered losses together, and no one took advantage.

When Thyme heard this, she was so angry that she trembled, and couldn't help but glance at Feng Xuelan fiercely.

It's a shame that I still treat her as a good sister, but this good sister is simply pouring salt on her wounds!