Tianhu proud of the world: Lord Mozun's little crazy wife

23 The Rich Man

Chitong also smiled politely: "Thank you brother, I'm here to sell things."

"You're welcome, may I ask what you want to sell, Miss?" the servant asked Chi Tong politely.

"Flowing Dagger!"

Hearing Chitong's answer, the servant was taken aback for a moment.

Although he was just a servant, he had been in Jubao Pavilion for a long time, and he had heard of many treasures, and he knew that it was obviously a big shot.

"Girl, please come inside, our appraiser, Mr. Luo is inside." The servant took Chitong away more respectfully and walked inside.

Chi Tong followed the boy through the hall and came to the living room in the backyard.

"Girl, please wait a moment, I'll go and invite Mr. Luo right away."

Chitong glanced at the surrounding decorations, although he couldn't tell the value of these vulgar things, but he knew they were worth a lot of money at a glance.

She secretly slandered in her heart: "Sure enough, it's a place for rich people. This is called a jewel."

Not long after, a slovenly old man who seemed crazy and slovenly came out, his sneaky eyes looked at Chi Tong repeatedly.

Then he coughed lightly with disapproval: "I heard that you are going to auction the flowing dagger?"

Hearing the questioning tone, actually looking down on her, Chi Tong inexplicably wanted to roll her eyes, but it was indeed not her own.

Chi Tong didn't bother to talk to him without steaming the steamed buns: "Since Mr. Luo doesn't want to do this business, I'll pretend I haven't been here."

As Chitong said, he picked up Yun Wushuang and prepared to leave.

Luo Lao hurriedly stopped with a smile: "Little friend, don't be angry, it's the little old man who has shallow eyesight, and the little old man just feels that it is unexpected."

Others don't know, but Luo Lao knows very well that Liushang Dagger is a treasure that can only be refined by a nightmare monster that has grown for thousands of years.

And the number of nightmare monsters is rare, and it is even rarer to live for ten thousand years.

Although he has never seen it with his own eyes, how could he not have heard of it given how obsessed he is with the treasures of heaven and earth.

When it comes to rare treasures, he never seeks to obtain them, and is satisfied only by looking at them, which is why he chose to work as a treasure appraiser in Jubao Pavilion.

Chitong didn't really want to leave either, and other places simply couldn't reflect the value of Liushangdagger.

The point is that the most worthless thing on them now is the dagger. She suddenly felt that it was useless to be full of treasures. It was a headache.

She smiled, took out a cup and dagger from her hand and threw it to Lao Luo, she didn't bother to talk to him, she just sat aside and sipped tea.

Luo Lao is holding the flowing cup dagger, the body of the dagger exudes a dim red light, he feels that if he is not paying attention, he will be bewitched by it, if it is not for his high cultivation base.
He brushed his messy hair, with a look of obsession: "Good thing, good thing, I never thought that I would see the treasure of the Nightmare Monster Race in my lifetime."

After an unknown amount of time, Chi Tong was not in a hurry, and finally the servant reminded Luo Lao.

Luo Lao grinned and followed his messy beard: "I made my kid laugh, I wonder how you want to auction it?"

Finally back to the topic, Chitong raised his eyebrows: "Change to Lingshi! I just need it."

In the afternoon, people entered the underground auction house of Jubao Pavilion one after another.

Chitong changed into a man's outfit, waving a Fengyun fan in his hand, and Yun Wushuang, who looked like a child, was beside him, and the two lazily entered the arena and walked towards the VIP building.

When everyone saw a stunningly handsome man in a purple robe and a smart and cute little boy, passers-by all looked sideways.

Women are even more frequent to send glances secretly and express their hearts secretly.

It's just that most women can't help feeling sorry: "It's a pity, they even have children."

"Yeah! What a pity." A woman in a goose-yellow skirt frowned, looking pitiful.

The man next to the woman patted her on the head: "What are you thinking, even if they don't get married, it's not your turn."

The woman gritted her teeth and turned to leave: "You! Huh! I won't tell you."

(End of this chapter)