Obviously, it is not unreasonable that the grocery store owner He Lagu was called a lazy person by the children. If there was no second grocery store in the town, maybe this guy would have gone bankrupt and slept on the street.+

"What's the smell here? It's so harsh. Horagu, I have something here, please help me see it."

Frowning and holding back the strange smell, Dongbai said nothing, and pushed the lazy grocery store owner into the store.

The other children immediately entered one after another and worked together to hang the door panel. The youngest child also stuck out half of his body and thoughtfully hung the closing sign outside the door. He looked around and retracted back into the store with a smile.

The sunlight passes through the roof, doors, windows, and small holes on the walls project into the shop. In the strong contrast between light and darkness, you can see the dust floating in the air passing through the light columns back and forth, doing disorderly Brownian movements.

"Hey, what are you going to do? Don't move around! That's my thing. Oh, this wooden cup is worth at least three copper coins, and you little things can't afford to pay for it."

It seemed as if the devils had entered the village (if there were similar allusions in this world), the grocery store owner immediately lost all sleepiness and drove away these lawless little boys in the store, preventing them from touching their hands. If they were not careful, they would have to be stolen one or two items, which was not worth much, but they were very upset.

"Cough yes!"

Dongbai cleared his throat and looked at these naughty children coldly.

The dirty paws of black and black were immediately put away and stood beside them.

He Lagu, the owner of the grocery store dressed in thin and sleepy clothes, said angrily, "Tell me! What's the matter with me?"

"Just got a good thing, let you help me see."

Dongbai smiled and placed the Type 92 combat pistol on the counter.

"Is that true? Don't fool people with any trash. I, Helagu, are not easy to cheat."

The grocery store owner hummed, his eyes turned to the counter, his pupils shrank, and he turned around to retrieve an oil lamp.

After knocking on the flint, I ignited the tinder rope and lit the oil lamp. After hanging the door panel, the shop with even less light gradually became brighter.

Then he began to carefully examine the unique metal product, and carefully stroked every pattern and edges with his fingers.

"What is this? Heragu!"

Dongbai looked at the grocery store owner's inspection move curiously. The other party tried to pull it. The strange thing was really pulled, revealing a layer of more special structure. The other end with the hole seemed to be a pipe.

He Lagu, who was fiddling with the Type 92 combat pistol, said without raising his head: "It should be a component with a tingling smell remaining. It is related to fire and has some murderous aura. Could it be a tool for killing people?"

His guess is infinitely close to the truth.

"So, how much do you pay?"

While the grocery store owner did not react, Dongbai reached out to grab the Type 92 combat pistol. As one of the children in Mo Xin Town, he was a ruthless person.

"Hey, hey, I haven't finished watching it yet!"

Grocery store owner He Lagu was still reluctantly looking at the Type 92 combat pistol in Dongbai's hand. He felt that he had just found some tricks, but he was not afraid of being snatched away.

Holding the barrel tightly, Dongbai said calmly, "Please offer it! As long as you give the money, you can watch it as long as you want, and look horizontally and vertically as you see it."

"Five copper coins!"

The grocery store owner stretched out his palm.

"Hmph! Are you teasing the kids!"

Dongbai snorted coldly, completely forgot that he was also a child. Children from poor families were precocious. Although their physiological age was not very old, their psychological age was the same as adults.

"That's a silver coin!"

The grocery store owner hesitated for a moment and raised an index finger.

The silent children in the store exclaimed in one after another. They didn't expect that this strange-looking thing could be sold for a silver coin, which was beyond their expectations.

In this dilapidated town, the purchasing power of a silver coin is quite good. It is enough for these children to have a good meal for two or three meals.

Dongbai's reaction was a little strange. He took two steps back and walked towards the door of the store, saying without looking back: "Since Boss Helagu is so dishonest, we have nothing to talk about. The tax officials who have seen the world will definitely give you a better price. You should keep a silver coin for yourself."

This sentence is just a pun, one is that he thinks the grocery store owner's bid is too low, and the other is that he mocks him for pretending to be stupid or simply being unaware of it.

"You, you! Damn little devil!"

The grocery store owner gritted his teeth, still stretched out a palm again, and said, "Five silver coins! How about it? If you change to five silver coins, it is impossible for others to pay such a high price."

The children were gasping for air conditioning, all looking forward to their heads, hoping that he could agree immediately.

If you save some money on five silver coins, it will be enough for them to spend a month.

"Let's go!" Dongbai ignored him at all, walked to the door panel at the store door, and reached out to pull it hard.

"return!"

The grocery store owner slapped the counter heavily and said angrily, "Dongbai, how much do you want? Why don't you give me a price!"

"That's what you said!"

A trace of success appeared on the corner of Dongbai's mouth, and he finally turned around and said, "A gold coin is not a diluent."

He knew that although the grocery store owner was a stingy person, he was actually very happy to pay as long as he successfully frightened him. At best, he was just a paper tiger.

"What? A gold coin! Why don't you grab it?"

The grocery store owner screamed in dismay.

"I just robbed it! Isn't it possible!"

Dongbai looked like a grocery store owner who had been ordered to eat. Since he saw He Lagu looking at this metal product, he knew that the other party would definitely pay a lot of money.

"Okay, okay, you Dongbai! I can't make a single gold coin a month, you are so greedy."

The grocery store owner's face kept changing. His expressions of anger, curiosity, unwillingness and flesh pain were rotated like a revolving lantern. He gritted his teeth and said, "Fifty silver coins! No more!"

"Even if you can't earn a gold coin this month, you will definitely earn it next month, but I can make you never see this thing in your life and regret it for the rest of your life. There is only one piece of it!"

Dongbai seemed to have figured out the mentality of the stingy grocery store owner, put his finger into the trigger guard ring, shook his wrist and turned the Type 92 combat pistol, completely unaware of how dangerous his actions were.

"You, you little devil!"

He Lagu's face became increasingly ugly, and his chest was undulating like a bellows. There was no doubt that the other party's threat was really possible. Even if the selling price was lower, it would become extremely difficult for him to get it again.

"Make a decision quickly! I'm still waiting to go to have a meal!"

He continued to fiddle with the pistol with his deaf action. Dongbai, who looked like he was not caring, looked at the bearded and sloppy shop owner leisurely.

The grocery store owner had to admit that from the beginning, he was led by this little devil, and finally made up his mind for a while.

"Okay, just one gold coin!"

His expression seemed to be stabbed hard, and he counted a golden gold coin from his close-fitting purse in great pain. Fresh sweat stains were stained on both sides, confirming the origin of hard-earned money.

"Happy! I will definitely come to you again next time I have something good."

Dongbai finally smiled proudly, and he succeeded.

The children could hardly believe their ears, and after a moment of silence, there was a burst of cheers and excitement.

With one hand, gold coins and the other hand, the 92 type combat pistol, both sides are very satisfied with this transaction.

"Heragu, please enjoy it slowly! I'm leaving!" Dongbai held the gold coin tightly, smiled happily, and shouted: "Let's go, let's go to Qingya's wine shop and have a good celebration."

"Dongbai!Dongbai!Dongbai!Dongbai..."

Like a slogan, the children shouted neatly, surrounded Dongbai and rushed out of the grocery store, leaving behind the grocery store owner who was studying the Type 92 combat pistol and left.

With a gold coin, they can even eat fat meat.

“There is a problem with this assembly.”

The grocery store owner was in a quiet store, staring at the pistol placed on the counter.

His fingers suddenly circled around the thing he bought with a gold coin and quickly drew a very standard circle around it, and then it turned around like dancing.

After a moment, he shouted lightly without warning, and a rune magic array emitting golden light appeared on the counter, covering the pistol.

This Type 92 combat pistol seemed to have suddenly lost its weight and slowly floated up, slowly turning irregularly above the golden rune magic array.

"How can the structure be so simple? It's just that it has a look? Oops, I'm fooled by that little guy! My gold coins!" Just as the grocery store owner showed a heartache expression, his face suddenly changed, and he said in a lost voice: "No! This ingredient, the metal material fusion is perfect, without a trace of flaws, this is impossible, there are problems, there are big problems, such a material and such a process should not be used on such a simple structure. It is both wasteful and wasteful, and there is any special purpose for one place."

The grocery store owner He Lagu's expression became more and more surprised, and he had completely forgotten that he had paid a gold coin for it in great pain.

The analytical sensing magic array drawn by the power of the mind gradually lost its light. When the Type 92 combat pistol fell back to the counter, He Lagu, who had a real understanding of its structure, grasped the gun handle correctly for the first time and moved the safety handle.

"If I were you, I wouldn't have moved the safety handle."

The voice of a young man suddenly came into He Lagu's ears. He was shocked, held the Type 92 combat pistol and took two steps back, pressed his back against the shelf, shouting in a trembling voice: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

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