Chapter 73 Wish Six Crazy Old Man?

"It's okay, it's all in the past, I don't care anymore. In short, for your sake, I will forgive Uncle Raw Egg, who told this girl to love you so much!With you, I can live a better and happier life than that hateful and arrogant sister!" Fang'er took the one hundred Yi ticket that she had drawn from Yexin's hand before, and said with a far-fetched smile. After confiding in Yexin about the past, she suddenly felt a lot more comfortable in her heart at this time.

Seeing that Fang'er had regained her spirits, Yexin didn't say anything, and the three of them continued to walk down the street. However, after only walking for a while, Yexin suddenly whispered to Fang'er: "Fang'er, Sister Feng'er took Cao'er, was Dong'er and Die'er before Shui'er and them left?"

"That's right, just a week before Shui'er and they left, Dong'er, Die'er, and Cao'er joined our sister camp one after another......" Answering this, Fang'er paused, stared at the night core with apricot eyes, and said strangely: "How do you know? What do you want to ask?"

"No, just guess what, do you know where Dong'er should go?" Yexin seemed relaxed on the surface, but his heart was extremely heavy, because he seemed to understand the reason why Shui'er made the choice, it was the ruthless reality that had to make her choose to give up the opportunity to stay to her sister, and she herself...... As she said: As long as my sister is always my former sister, I don't care what my sister does!

"Well, you don't have to guess, you can think of it, I'll take you there!" Fang'er said confidently.

The stalls in this area are all farm tools, most of which are shovels of different sizes and shovels. Of course, there are some simple weapons among them, but they really make Nightcore unbearable, not to mention incomplete, most of them are worn out or even rusty, so that Nightcore can't help but suspect that they can't even kill a chicken.

The stall owner is a dirty old man with white hair and a white beard, at this time, he is stroking his beard and chanting: "If you know that all the worlds are brothers, where do you meet not old friends!"

After chanting, the old man shook his head and sighed: "How can anyone write such a ridiculous fallacy, it is really exaggerated and strange, and it makes people ...... evil."

The old man's stall was nothing more than a straw mat spread on the ground, and the mat was full of strange things, among which there were quite a few weapons. And Dong'er squatted in front of the stall to visit them one by one.

The old man didn't seem to see Dong'er, just sat on the ground and said inexplicable things to himself. As a result, Dong'er can enjoy every item in this stall, many of which are strange things that have never been seen before, which makes Dong'er have a feeling that the flowers are gradually becoming charming.

However, Dong'er mainly focused on weapons, and he quickly became obsessed with one of them, which was a long sword without a scabbard, the body of the sword was as long as one foot three, the blue body was slightly rusty but could not hide its edge, and the hilt was engraved with the word Shiyin.

"Shiyin! The coldness of the tip of the sword at the touch of his hand made Dong'er sigh that when he was a noble young master in the past, he loved swords. But because his family was afraid that he would be injured, he came into contact with wooden swords. Compared with the heaviness of this "poetic sound" in his hand, the sword he touched before was a toy for children to play with.

"I want it so much, I want it so much, with it, my wish to protect my sister and protect everyone may come true. Yes, I don't want it anymore: the painful feeling of watching my loved ones fall in a pool of blood and I can't do anything about it! But with this sword, at least, maybe ......" Dong'er couldn't put it down to appreciate the beauty of this sword, and at the same time her heart was constantly entangled.

And at this moment, Fang'er's familiar and flirtatious voice sounded: "Well, it turns out that our Dong'er is also interested in hobbies! Mmmm, the vision is good, this sword looks very good! The sword is a hero, Dong'er, if you want it, as long as you call Sister Fang'er, my sister will buy it for you immediately!"

Dong'er frowned, he ignored Fang'er, and was sure that she was making trouble again. And when he was reluctant to put down his sword and stood up to leave, he saw the still cold qin holding a guqin in his arms, the bitter-looking raw egg uncle with a package on his back, and Fang'er who was playing with a box of rouge in his hand and looking at him with a smile on his face.

Dong'er still looked cold on the surface, but the excitement he had finally suppressed came back again, he silently took back the "Shiyin", turned his head so cool that he said to the night core: "Hey, uncle, I want this!"

Fang'er was used to Dong'er's rudeness, she just smiled and watched Yexin's handsome face slowly turn into a pig's liver color, Yexin took a long breath, with a kind smile, and said gently: "Dong'er's children, of course it's no problem!

That's right, Yexin kept complaining in his heart at this time: Hey, why does this arrogant appearance make me have the illusion that I owe him 100,000 Yi Yuan, obviously just a little kid!

"Grandpa, how much does this sword cost a pound?" I mean, how much does this sword cost?" Nightcore's incoherent speech clearly betrayed his superficial peaceful smile, and he politely asked the stall owner with the sword.

"The day is at the end of the mountain, the Yellow River flows into the sea, Shiyin, where are you going?" The old man didn't seem to hear the words of the night core, and said to himself, after finishing speaking, he lowered his head and rummaged through the messy goods on the stall in a hurry, as if he was looking for something, and he didn't look at the night core from beginning to end.

At this time, Yexin complained again in his heart: Hey, why does this cute poem come out of this old man's mouth and make people feel inexplicably unhappy?

"Grandpa, I want to buy this Shiyin, how much does it cost!" Yexin deliberately raised his voice, especially when he bit the word "Shiyin".

However, as soon as Yexin's words fell, the old man suddenly seemed to be crazy, snatched the sword from Yexin's hand, and shouted wildly: "Shiyin, it's Shiyin, you damn coward, your innocent moaning emotions are as disgusting as the stinky juice in your pen, I want you to die! I want you to die......"

The old man roared as he picked up a sharp dagger casually, and then used the dagger to slash at the "Shiyin" sword, and with a piercing sound of "Zheng", the dagger was actually split in half by the "Shiyin" sword.

I can't see that this seemingly thin old man has so much strength, and the upper part of the broken dagger crosses a graceful arc in the air, and goes straight to Fang'er, who is watching the play on the side, and at the last moment, I see a sudden package blocking its way.

Nightcore successfully blocked the broken blade of the flying dagger with the package, but the broken blade directly cut through the package, only to hear a sound of "bang-la-la", and a lot of cosmetics in the package fell to the ground, and Nightcore's heart also cooled and sank. Because the facts show that this old man is a complete lunatic!