Chapter 34 The Black Market
"Is Shao Shao afraid of me?" Ye Zhongyuan's face was outlined with a gentle smile, but there was a touch of extreme seriousness in his eyes, and she expected Yi Yi to answer.
On the mainland, the Dark Elementalist is the most unwelcome existence of other elementalists.
He was a matter of the Dark Elementalist, and there were only a handful of people who knew about it, but he didn't hide it from her.
When Shi Cai said it, he also noticed that Shao Shao's face changed.
Now, Di Fuyao opened a pair of eyes as clear as amber, fixedly looking at him.
For a moment, Ye Zhongyuan felt very nervous. He was looking forward to her answer, but he was also afraid of seeing alienation and isolation in her eyes.
As time passed, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Ye Zhongyuan's forehead.
Di Fuyao deliberately kept silent and stared at him for a long time, until he was nervous and at a loss, she smiled indifferently: "Then you are afraid of me being ugly?"
"Why are you afraid?" Ye Zhongyuan froze for a moment, and replied somewhat dumbly, "I told Shao Yao at the beginning, I'm not afraid."
"Well, yes, your answer is the same as mine, and finally there is a tacit understanding." Di Fuyao smiled.
He is not afraid of himself, and what is she afraid of him?
The world says that she is the number one ugly woman in the world, and she has a yin and yang face that is vomiting. She doesn't care how others think.
As for friends, if she cares about her appearance defects, she doesn't need to tolerate and understand others.
In short, how you treat me, I also treat you.
Ye Zhongyuan looked at her with a relieved smile on his lips.
Shao Yao is right, sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity.
But this kind of pleasant feeling, he just wants to monopolize her, and it is not uncommon for others to look down upon her.
If Di Fuyao knew what Ye Zhongyuan was thinking at the moment, he would definitely be dumbfounded.
The distance between the two quietly narrowed a lot, and there was more talk on the road. Emperor Fuyao specially asked him about the situation of the black market, and Ye Zhongyuan told her endlessly.
Every country has an underground black market. Things that cannot be bought and sold openly in the market can be purchased on the black market. The black market is mixed, and the phenomenon of black eating is not new.
Ye Zhongyuan cautiously reminded her that not revealing money in the black market is the best prevention strategy.
Di Fuyao understood and knew that he was not referring to real wealth, but the extremely valuable spiritual grass.
Yes, when she came to the black market this time, her purpose was to sell the spirit grass or exchange for medicinal materials.
She can create a lot of spirit grass, but the medicinal materials are not good enough. She can't afford the medicinal materials that can be used for alchemy.
Before the two entered the black market, a man in a black robe with a mask at the gate handed them a black mask.
The black market is mostly shameful transactions, where dragons and snakes are mixed, everyone wears a black mask to disguise their identity.
With the mask, Emperor Fuyao put aside the veil, and put on the black mask, only revealing those clear and bright eyes like crystal amber.
Ye Zhongyuan wore a mask, like a demon in the night, and his whole body was full of evil and dark aura. Of course, only she could see this. Who told him to use illusion to blind eyes to outsiders.
"Shake, staring at me so naked, do you want to take it home and close the door carefully to show you a clear understanding?" Ye Zhongyuan's thin lips curved seductively, and then he threw it at her extreme. The enchanting eyes of evildoers.
Emperor Fuyao felt weak.
Sure enough, this enchanting evildoer can't praise, even look at his eyes, otherwise he will push his nose up his eyes and get an inch.
Too lazy to care about the narcissistic and arrogant evildoer, Emperor Fu Yao turned his eyes to the stall in the black market.
The stalls are mixed, all kinds of transactions, and many customers come and go. When entering the black market, everyone wears a mask and can’t distinguish their identity. Even the small vendors wear masks, but the masks are white. It’s just a seller.
After Di Fuyao glanced a few times, he landed on a crowd of people not far away. At least seventeen or eight people surrounded a stall, and it seemed that there were noisy bidding.
She came forward unintentionally, but Ye Zhongyuan dragged her to join in the fun.
There was only one green plant on the small stall, with green leaves dripping, bright red buds, and a faint spirit flowing out.
Di Fuyao only glanced at it, and he could see that this was a Spirit Plant and its age was not too small.
Several discerning middle-aged men bid for this, blushing with thick necks.
But when she heard the bidding of several people, she immediately understood the whole story.
I just heard a fat man in green yelling: "I like flowers and plants. This flower is very beautiful. I bought it for fifty gold coins!"
"Cut, fat man, don't you like it? I'll give out seventy gold coins!" Another thin black man took out his money bag and threw it on the stall.
"Doesn't know the goods, this beautiful flower is at least one hundred gold coins! Little brother, I have one hundred and five, how about you sell it to me?" said a one-eyed man'groanedly'.
A blue-clothed youth is not to be outdone: "I will give two hundred!"
They were arguing not that this flower was a Spirit Plant, but that it was just a slightly beautiful flower.
A bystander who didn't know the truth saw that an ordinary flower sold for one or two hundred gold coins. That was the vendor's profit!
People with high spirits can naturally perceive the faint aura flowing out of the flowers. The four men deliberately lowered the price and tried to fool the stallholder to sell the flowers with the intention of earning money. In fact, they lost their lives!
Think about it, she has a spirit fruit, Xiao Xiazi is priced at one hundred thousand gold, a Spirit Plant flower no less than the spirit of the spirit fruit, sold for one or two hundred gold coins, won't you lose your life?
Di Fuyao glanced at the stall owner and found that the stall owner was actually very young. He was only about twelve or thirteen years old, and his clear eyes were pure and dust-free, with a hint of tenderness. No wonder these people were slaughtering him severely.
Newborn calves dare to bring Spirit Plant to sell, isn't it automatically sent to the tiger's mouth, let alone four hungry tigers who don't choose food.
However, no matter how many people bid, the stall owner sits there calmly, his eyes are not wavering, he seems to be indifferent at all, he seems to be a little sleepy, and has a tendency to go to sleep.
Several people bid more and more fiercely, for fear of being snatched away by the other party, but every time the bid is increased by ten digits.
Seeing that everyone was also excited.
Di Fu shook his elbow and stabbed Ye Zhongyuan beside him, and asked curiously, "Are there few people who can feel the spirit of Spirit Plant?"
With so many onlookers, only the four men were bidding maliciously, and they were all watching the excitement.
"Little girl, not everyone is like you, with such high talent." Ye Zhongyuan smiled deeply, and his voice condensed into a sound line and passed into her ears. "The Space Mage has extremely strong mental power and can keenly capture plants. The four of them often deal with Spirit Plant. It’s not surprising that they can see some clues, but no matter how strong the spirit is, it’s hard to sense Spirit Plant’s aura."
"Fog, you know everything about me as a space mage?" Di Fuyao said with wide eyes and low voice. How could this servant figure out her?
Ye Zhongyuan smiled like a flower: "Knowing yourself and the enemy can you go long-term!"
"What else do you know?" Di Fuyao narrowed his eyes and looked wary.