The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

Chapter 39 Night Market Adventure (3)

Looking around, there are various stalls in the night market, selling all kinds of items.

Some stalls are very lively, while others are very deserted, forming a sharp contrast between the two.

Under the black gauze, her small face was clear and calm, and there was a very faint smile on her pale pink lips. This smile was so faint that you couldn't see it unless you looked carefully.

Feng Qingcheng's footsteps were slow, a few strands of hair around her ears fluttered slightly as she walked, her keen eyes were shining a little bit, and she quietly remembered the topography of the night market in her heart.

She walked to an unattended furnace stall and looked at it. There were not many furnaces, and the shape was not very exquisite.

The design and structure of the furnace is exquisite, but some parts of the furnace are missing.

Feng Qingcheng knew that this was the main reason why no one cared about the stall.

She bent slightly on one knee, picked up one of the oldest and most damaged furnaces in the booth, and looked at it repeatedly.

The furnace is about the size of a grown man's open palm.Made of bronze, the antelope carved around the furnace is missing a horn, and the simple and retro wisteria pattern spreads over the entire body of the furnace.

Very unremarkable.

This was Feng Qingcheng's first feeling when she saw this furnace, but she fell in love with it at the first sight.

Slightly cool to the touch, she put the furnace in front of her nose, and the light sandalwood smelled quite comfortable.

Feng Qingcheng raised the furnace in her hand, and asked the man who set up the stall: "Can you sell it? How much?"

The long hair covered the man's true face, and he looked like a ghost in the night.A pair of eagle eyes radiated an elite light, he lazily raised his eyelids and glanced at Feng Qingcheng, and said decisively: "Not for sale!"

Feng Qingcheng pursed her lips, put down the furnace in her hand, and looked at the man's body reeking of alcohol and the empty wine jar beside him.She raised her lips and said, "Give me the furnace, and I'll give you wine. It must be good wine."

The man who had no reaction at first raised his head, his eagle eyes were clear and penetrating, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes: "Is it really good wine?"

"Well, it's good wine. I made good wine with my own hands." Feng Qingcheng didn't lie to the man, she did know how to make wine, one is that wine making is one of the courses in the assassin's training, and the other is that she is also a wine lover.

She loves wine, but is not addicted to it.

How can people who love wine not love to drink?It's strange, right? Feng Qingcheng happens to be this kind of person. It's not that she doesn't drink, but she never drinks too much.

She is a killer, and she must stay awake at all times, even if she is doing tasks.

No matter how mellow the wine is, it can only be tasted briefly.

"I never lie. If you don't believe me, I will come to the night market again at this time tomorrow, how about it?" Feng Qingcheng's peach blossom eyes shone with a kind of emotion, that kind of emotion is called self-confidence.

Hearing what Feng Qingcheng said, the man subconsciously wanted to believe her.He smiled boldly and said, "I'll follow your orders. See you here tomorrow at this time."

"Five high fives."

"Five high fives!"

Feng Qingcheng's clean and small palms collided with the man's big black hands, and the "snap" sound was particularly crisp. The big and small hands clasped each other tightly, and the two looked at each other, laughing loudly regardless of other people's eyes.

After leaving the booth selling furnaces, Feng Qingcheng went shopping elsewhere, but didn't find anything satisfactory, so she left the night market and went to the holy place for cultivation.

Since Mengbao went out for a month, she hasn't been here.The same stream, the same trees, nothing changed.

(End of this chapter)