Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 486

Fu Qian is not talking nonsense.

There are reasons for judging that what Taylor took out was actually a diary.

Because Fuqian turned over a page casually, and saw the following content:
"Real doesn't really have a crush on me. What attracts her to me is her desire for power in me, and she uses her excellent acting skills to cover up this..."

And the amount of information is slightly larger!
Fu Qian nodded and looked at Taylor meaningfully.

"Is your book still about love?"

"Strictly speaking, this is an ancient notebook."

Taylor, who was sitting opposite, obviously saw the content on the page, and immediately coughed lightly and explained.

notes?That sounds a lot more reasonable.

Think carefully before paying.

"How old?"

"At least 1000 years, passed down from generation to generation by the elders of the family."

Facing the previous questions, Taylor still responded calmly, with a smile on his lips.

So I was just watching a sadomasochism from ten centuries ago?
Fu Qian searched his temples and turned a page back.

"...After repeated tests, garlic does affect the state of the blood race. Although there is no direct harm, it will suppress fertility... This is an effective way to prevent me from getting pregnant when I have sex with human women, unlike the past kill them..."

Ok?
Fu Qian confirmed that this was indeed next to the previous sadomasochism.

Of course, Fu Qian will not comment on the emotional experience of the original author of the note.

What he wants to emphasize is that this remark is a bit wrong!
The notes written more than 1000 years ago are all written in vernacular?

No matter how stable the inheritance is, people thousands of years ago always had different ways of speaking, right?

This strong sense of disobedience is like the century-old brewing ingredient list printed by Microsoft Yahei.

Ha ha!

As if seeing Fu Qian's doubts, Taylor chuckled again and waved his hands gracefully.

"Is there too much magic in this world? No matter people or things."

"Mr. Fang is wondering why the above content can be understood? In fact, it is not difficult to explain - it will automatically change the display method according to the different observers."

Is that so?

That is to say, when I read it, "it" will automatically become what I can understand?

It really is a magical item!

In addition, this person not only called himself Mr. Fang just now, but also added the following words, which no longer meant anything.

Basically, it is to say that I know that you are not an ordinary bookstore owner, we came here for the previous festival, and wanted to see who you are.

What is placed in front of you is a mystical item that has been handed down for thousands of years. Have you never seen a demo?
Scared you to death for a whole year, Jie Jie Jie!

Well, Fu Qian admitted that the later part of the tone was deduced smoothly, but there is no way, it is too smooth.

How arrogant!
Even so, his eyes were sharp for an instant, indicating that he was too involved and he was already angry.

Boom!
The next moment, Fuqian slapped the counter.

"how much is it?"

Under Taylor's suddenly vigilant eyes, he asked coldly.

……

For a split second, Tyler almost thought the guy was going to do something.

After all, judging from the information obtained before, this guy is not only mysterious, but also moody and perverse. It is not impossible to do it directly without saying anything.

Even if he has almost revealed the identity of the Gulard family, even in Shangjing.

I didn't expect this product to be asking for the price.

"How much can you pay?"

Taylor slowly sat back on the chair, his mood adjusted instantly, and he looked at Fu Qian with great interest.

"Your book is slightly damaged, so it's hard to sell it for a price."

Fu Qian casually shook the notes in his hand, with a very professional tone.

"In addition, although there are many pages, there are a lot of blank spaces at the back, and the really meaningful content is not even more than half."

What Fu Qian said was not nonsense, he just flipped through it casually, and he could see a lot of blank pages at the back.

1000 years have not been filled, are people in your family a bit lazy?
"Actually, this is where this notebook is valuable."

Tyler looked at the blank space where the notes had flipped.

"In the blank part, you are free to write anything."

"and then?"

"Then? Then there is the magic of this notebook."

Taylor laughed.

"It only accepts what's 'real'."

"If what you write is contrary to the facts, it will soon dissipate and cannot be preserved."

"Is it so amazing?"

After listening to Taylor's explanation, Fu Qian looked down at the notes again.

"It feels very suitable for taking to the casino. Guess the size or something."

"Unfortunately, that's not allowed, because what you write in must be something you believe in deeply. Any speculative content is not within this category."

Taylor frowned and looked at Fu Qian, obviously having difficulty understanding the idea of ​​using this magical item as a cheating tool.

It must be something you deeply believe in, and then tell you that what you deeply believe in is false through a fast dissipating method?

This thing gives people the feeling that it is full of evil fun.

But if what Taylor said is true, then this magical item is worth a lot just because of this effect alone.

The so-called fans of the authorities, at some critical moments, it is definitely a very meaningful thing to have the opportunity to verify the authenticity of the cards in their hearts.

"It's amazing!"

Thinking of this, Fu Qian nodded thoughtfully.

"If that's the case, I'll give you a dollar."

What?
Even as calm as Taylor, he was stunned for a while.

"You are joking?"

"Why am I joking? That's the way business is."

Fu Qian looked like you were making too much fuss.

"Don't underestimate this dollar, my monthly turnover may not have this amount."

……

As far as your way of opening a store is concerned, if you can have running water, then you'll be damned!

Taylor gritted his teeth in his heart, and looked at Fu Qian coldly.

"Can I think that you are insulting our whole family?"

"Bringing this kind of thing out to people to bid at will, are you insulting yourself?"

Facing the hidden threat in this man's words, Fu Qian remained unmoved in the slightest.

"It seems that Mr. Fang lacks the sincerity to cooperate."

Taylor snorted, looking like he didn't want to talk nonsense with Fu Qian, and reached out to get the notes back.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched out his hand, the note was pressed down with two fingers by Fu Qian.

"you?"

Before Taylor could say anything else, Fu Qian searched around and finally found a coin, pressed it on the table and pushed it over.

"Is this a forced buy and sell?"

There was murderous look in Taylor's eyes.

"Can't you?"

Fu Qian pointed to the empty bookstore with his chin.

"I thought you came here because you knew my style."

(End of this chapter)