"The doll is growing its body. Don't be surprised, Dean. Chan Yong smiled embarrassedly, she could quite understand Wen Bin's mood.

When she first knew that Sakura-chan could eat so much, she even wondered if this child was the reincarnation of gluttony.

Sakurako-chan inherited the strong bloodline of her and Ya Wule. Although she doesn't know how strong the doll will be in the future, at least in terms of eating, she is already peerless.

I shoot my own sycophants, and I only bear it silently. Wen Bin could only pinch the money bag and force a smile: "It's not weird! Not to blame! Tianjiao is worthy of being the person that Elder Pujia likes, and even his daughter is so extraordinary. It will become a great tool in the future, and it is unlimited! ”

It's already like this, and this old man is still insisting on sycophancy. With such sycophant skills, it's no wonder that he can become the dean of the Royal Academy!

At this time, Sakurako had a big burp, and smiled at Wen Bin like a peach blossom: "Grandpa, thank you for inviting us to dinner." It's so delicious! ”

"Tomorrow, can you still treat us to dinner?"

This bear child, do you want people to die?

Chan Yong was afraid that Wen Bin would carry it in one go, and seeing that the cold sweat was about to flow down on the old face, she hurriedly diverted the topic: "Dean, I am also a newcomer to the capital, I don't know which places are more lively, I want to see and see." It was just after noon, and it was a little too early to go back to the academy. ”

"Yes! Also! Wen Bin seemed to grasp the life-saving straw and wiped the sweat on his old face.

After pondering for a moment, he suddenly thought of a good place: "Tianjiao, I can't hide it, it's the right time for you to come to the capital today!" ”

"How?" Seeing his expression, Chan Yong was also interested and brought her face closer.

Wen Bin said in a low voice: "Today's black market, there is a good object auction. Yes: Yan, Luo, tears! ”

"What did you say?" Chanyong's expression changed in shock, thinking that he had misheard, "Yan Luo tears, isn't it only available in the entrance test of Jiying Academy?" ”

"That's true, but I don't know how. As with admissions, every three years, there will always be some outflow from the black market in various countries. ”

Wen Bin observed Chanyong's expression, this is the most handy news as a dean and in a place like the capital. I was afraid that Tianjiao, who was chosen by Elder Pujia, would look down on these things.

Chan Yong was stunned for a while, as if she was stiff.

Wen Bin thought about it, and lost his old face again, but Chan Yong suddenly burst out laughing.

"Huh! Hahaha! Chan Yong was so excited, laughing so wildly that she couldn't describe her current mood.

As soon as she covered her veil, she strode forward: "Go!" Let's go now! ”

Chan Yong was very excited, she couldn't wait, her eyebrows and eyes were wild and evil, cold and sharp, as if she was a hungry wolf staring at her prey, and finally revealed her true nature.

Wen Bin saw her humble and gentle before, and she didn't talk much, thinking that she was a restrained woman, but now she was really frightened by her coldness.

When she arrived at the entrance of the black market, she cautiously reminded her: "Tianjiao, although that thing is good, there are many people staring at it." Black Market Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, don't be impulsive. Moreover, the auction price will certainly not be cheap. ”

"So what? No one can snatch what I fancies! Chanyong is determined to win, and her eyes are shining. What is low-key, all left behind at the moment.

Due to his identity, it was inconvenient for Wen Bin to enter the black market, so Chanyong also let him take Sakura to play.

This auction is crucial, and the bear child can't be allowed to mess with it here.

The door of the black market was underground, and before going down the stairs, Wen Bin also handed her the token of his dean. If something happens, maybe you can top it up.

"Thank you, Old Man Wen!" Chan Yong patted Wen Bin's shoulder very buddy, turned her head and entered the corridor.

Wen Bin was stunned in place, stupidly watching the back of the red-clothed man disappear at the end of the stairs: "Little girl, what kind of woman is your mother?" ”

"My mother?" Sakurako thought about it, pursed her lips, and looked away very seriously, "Thief, no, good, provoke!" ”

Deep underground.

End of stairs.

A barrier blocked the way.

It's a very strong prohibition, and it looks like a door. Inside the door was a whirlpool of spiritual power.

Outside the door, there were two men dressed in black armor, one on the left and one on the right, wearing demon masks. It looks very majestic.

There is also a soft collapse next to it, on which is a foxy woman leaning lazily, and she is also wearing a mask.

In the black market, no one is allowed to use spiritual power, and no one is allowed to fight and stir up trouble. Violators will naturally pay the price and will be permanently banned from entering.

Before entering the black market, a spell must be planted by the woman outside the door. If someone tries to break the rules, the end will be like a severed hand hanging on the wall.

This woman didn't look very old, but Chan Yong could feel that she was an extremely strong rune master, and she was also a master of occult arts.

As for the two guards. Although it also hides coercion, her cultivation will never be inferior to that of a woman.

Chanyong has the bloodline of Yuanying, and her perception is far beyond that of ordinary monks. I thought that in a small country like Dongchuan Country, the black market would be like that. I didn't expect it to be like that.

The moment she passed through the ban, Chan Yong clearly felt that her spiritual power was banned. And this ban is also a one-off. When you go out, the spell sigil will disappear automatically.

The world behind the gate, with its own caves, bustle and hustle and bustle, rushed towards it - red lanterns hung all over the underground world, like eight rivers hanging in eight directions, illuminating the eight streets.

Red lights, noisy crowds, like surging magma, flowed through the eight streets.

In the middle of Hachijo Street, there is a high platform, which is the main venue of the auction. To participate in the auction, you need to pay a deposit of 200,000 silver baht.

Fortunately, this time when she came out, the old monsters handed over all their family funds, 200,000 silver baht, and she still gave it.

But the money of the old monsters, Chanyong is not taken for nothing.

In the past five years, she has used the Qiankun Seal to help the old monsters search for the heavenly treasures of the ghost domain, and any one of them is priceless. At the end of the day, they still owe themselves a lot.

There was still some time before the auction began, Chan Yong did not rush in, but woke up the Qiankun Yin.

She thought of Yan Luo's tears in her heart, and the Qiankun Seal soon emitted a golden light, and she quickly had a clear direction in her mind.

That is the warehouse where the auction house stores today's goods.

After making sure that Yan Luo's tears were really going to be sold, Chan Yong relieved herself. After all, I don't know where Wen Bin's news came from, so I still have to figure it out first.

Since the news is true, Chanyong has nothing to worry about now. Because for her, the problem of money is equal to no problem.

Humming a little song all the way, Chanyong went to the black market.

In the Cangrong Continent, supplies like elixir runes are generally divided by star ratings, with one star being the lowest and nine stars being the highest. Weapons and armor are divided into one to nine grades.

Dongchuan is still a small country with weak national strength, even if the scale of the black market is not bad, but the grade of things is not good, and the general three-star and five-grade things are already very rare.

In addition to specialized merchants in the black market, there are also many retail investors who set up stalls. After turning a few streets, Chanyong stopped in front of a small stall.

The stall was set up by a middle-aged man with a good face, and he only sold one thing.