It's the time of spring flowers.

The gentle wind carries wisps of incense, and from time to time blows the beaded curtain that covers the sun, poking his head like a naughty child. When people feel the gentleness of reaching out to catch it, it disappears in an instant, leaving only a faint aftertaste by people, showing their footprints.

Such an environment is very suitable for business talks, and there is no impetuousness in the heart, and there is no feeling of depression. Compared to the world full of dangers outside, Sanyuan Pavilion is like a peaceful harbor, just staying inside feels physically and mentally clear, and the deal is naturally easier to conclude.

Several shopping guides seized the opportunity to sell weapons to the customers around them, and their voices may be bewitching, but they will never urge, even if they encounter trouble or even difficulties, they can remain peaceful. It's not the kind of hypocritical business face, but a sense of peace and tranquility that exudes satisfaction.

They are all ordinary people, not war spirits, not even warriors, so naturally they are not proficient in weapons. However, between the words, the customers found that they had a good analysis of many weapons and even spiritual weapons, and often put forward some suggestions for different levels of warriors or war spirits. Some also found that by following the girls' advice, their actual combat power could even be improved.

With these factors, it is difficult for Sanyuange's business to be poor. Of course, more importantly, there is a good shopkeeper here, a shopkeeper who is too good to refuse.

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The business of Sanyuan Pavilion is good, but the young shopkeeper is very leisurely, holding a scroll in his hand and reading carefully, smiling in his heart, frowning lightly when he is depressed, just like a little girl of the Ning family. There are often eyes around him, most of them are the autumn waves of those little maids, and the young man is unconscious, immersed in the sea of books.

"Thirteenth Young Master, Seventh Master Tian wants to open the light."

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old maid led a strong man to the sinking case, interrupting the young man's peace. The strong man is more than two meters tall, with a striking star stripe at the center of his eyebrows, and his outrageously strong upper body is only covered by a piece of animal skin, revealing muscular knotted arms. Like a wall erected in front of the desk, it brings a solemn shadow.

The strong man put the huge hook blade in his hand, which was almost as tall as the girl, on the table, and there was a smile almost flattering in his shining eyes, as if he was not facing a weak young man, but a master who could control his life and death.

"Here we go again!"

The young man casually put down the scroll and smiled at the strong man: "I told you last time, don't think of the flying sword as too magical. How's that, is that thing any good? ”

The strong man's face turned a little red, and he bowed slightly and said: "The thirteenth young master is too right, it's because I don't have a long brain, I always think that the things of the immortal family must be better than ours, how can I think ......?"

The young man reached out and touched his nose, and said helplessly, "Is it broken?" ”

The thirteenth young master's nose is very distinctive, tall and straight. Perhaps because his face was too delicate, such a nose was erected on his face, and it gave birth to a steep and arrogant sense of slaughter.

It is because of this nose that the teenager will not be considered a woman disguised as a man. Probably because he was worried about being misunderstood, he often touched his nose as a teenager to remind others that he was a dignified man, and he should not have evil thoughts. Over time, this action became a habit and a sign, a sign unique to the Thirteenth Young Master.

The strong man looked embarrassed, rubbed his big hands like a fan uneasily, and said: "It's not broken, but it's fast, who knows it's so majevable......"

It's the time of spring flowers.

The gentle wind carries wisps of incense, and from time to time blows the beaded curtain that covers the sun, poking his head like a naughty child. When people feel the gentleness of reaching out to catch it, it disappears in an instant, leaving only a faint aftertaste by people, showing their footprints.

Such an environment is very suitable for business talks, and there is no impetuousness in the heart, and there is no feeling of depression. Compared to the world full of dangers outside, Sanyuan Pavilion is like a peaceful harbor, just staying inside feels physically and mentally clear, and the deal is naturally easier to conclude.

Several shopping guides seized the opportunity to sell weapons to the customers around them, and their voices may be bewitching, but they will never urge, even if they encounter trouble or even difficulties, they can remain peaceful. It's not the kind of hypocritical business face, but a sense of peace and tranquility that exudes satisfaction.

They are all ordinary people, not war spirits, not even warriors, so naturally they are not proficient in weapons. However, between the words, the customers found that they had a good analysis of many weapons and even spiritual weapons, and often put forward some suggestions for different levels of warriors or war spirits. Some also found that by following the girls' advice, their actual combat power could even be improved.

With these factors, it is difficult for Sanyuange's business to be poor. Of course, more importantly, there is a good shopkeeper here, a shopkeeper who is too good to refuse.

…

…

The business of Sanyuan Pavilion is good, but the young shopkeeper is very leisurely, holding a scroll in his hand and reading carefully, smiling in his heart, frowning lightly when he is depressed, just like a little girl of the Ning family. There are often eyes around him, most of them are the autumn waves of those little maids, and the young man is unconscious, immersed in the sea of books.

"Thirteenth Young Master, Seventh Master Tian wants to open the light."

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old maid led a strong man to the sinking case, interrupting the young man's peace. The strong man is more than two meters tall, with a striking star stripe at the center of his eyebrows, and his outrageously strong upper body is only covered by a piece of animal skin, revealing muscular knotted arms. Like a wall erected in front of the desk, it brings a solemn shadow.

The strong man put the huge hook blade in his hand, which was almost as tall as the girl, on the table, and there was a smile almost flattering in his shining eyes, as if he was not facing a weak young man, but a master who could control his life and death.

"Here we go again!"

The young man casually put down the scroll and smiled at the strong man: "I told you last time, don't think of the flying sword as too magical. How's that, is that thing any good? ”

The strong man's face turned a little red, and he bowed slightly and said: "The thirteenth young master is too right, it's because I don't have a long brain, I always think that the things of the immortal family must be better than ours, how can I think ......?"

The young man reached out and touched his nose, and said helplessly, "Is it broken?" ”

The thirteenth young master's nose is very distinctive, tall and straight. Perhaps because his face was too delicate, such a nose was erected on his face, and it gave birth to a steep and arrogant sense of slaughter.

It is because of this nose that the teenager will not be considered a woman disguised as a man. Probably because he was worried about being misunderstood, he often touched his nose as a teenager to remind others that he was a dignified man, and he should not have evil thoughts. Over time, this action became a habit and a sign, a sign unique to the Thirteenth Young Master.

The strong man looked embarrassed, rubbed his big hands like a fan uneasily, and said: "It's not broken, but it's fast, who knows it's so majevable......"