Demonic School Grass: Demon is a Girl

After breakfast, the three of them left the hotel in two separate ways.

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Ten minutes later, Qiang Mo and Hua Shang came to an antique street.

Hua Shang looked at the bustling street and couldn't help but say:

"Xiao Zun... young master, it turns out that the legendary crowd is like this."

The young man laughed, this is normal.

He stepped up to an inconspicuous antique shop in the corner, and stepped inwardly.

It took her a lot of thought to find out here.

After all... there are more and more blood-eyed girls now.

Entering the antique shop, all porcelains are displayed in front of the boy.

Hua Shang felt the air-conditioning in the store, and after stretching comfortably, she looked around for antiques like a curious baby.

The shop owner noticed the person coming and walked out of the shop first.

Seeing the young man's face, a look of surprise flashed across his eyes, but he was quickly hidden by the latter.

Pretending that nothing happened, he went up to meet him and said:

"What do you two want to buy?"

Hua Shang glanced at the young man, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and continued to calmly select the antiques in front of him, as if he didn't understand anything.

Qiang Mo raised his eyes, put his hands in his pockets casually, and asked unintentionally:

"Boss, your shop doesn't look like an antique shop."

A vague panic flashed in the shop owner's eyes, and he covered his mouth and asked:

"How is it possible, our store has been passed down from generation to generation, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a century-old store!"

The young man smiled and slid lightly over the shelf beside him, looking at the dust on his fingers. There was a hint of coolness in the faint voice:

"It seems that there are very few customers here. Even the shelves have fallen into dust and no one has cleaned them up."

The shop owner smiled guiltily, then forced his mouth and said:

"This is not just about to clean, you are here."

The corners of the boy's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't try to pierce it. He glanced at Hua Shang, who was pretending to be looking at antiques, and said lightly:

"Boss, my friend wants to buy some antique bottles. The earlier the better, the better. I wonder if you have them in stock."

After listening to the young man's words, the shop owner did not show the joy of the upcoming business, but instead was a little distracted.

The tone was slightly perfunctory:

"Yes, how many do you want?"

The corner of Qiang Mo's lips twitched lightly, but he didn't care, he patted Hua Shang next to him, and said:

"ask him."

Hua Shang, who was trying his best to pretend to look at the antique, was suddenly shot by the young man, and his face was obviously a little lost.

Turning his head to look at the owner of the antique shop who was looking wrong, he immediately understood what the boy meant, nodded vaguely, and said:

"Bring out the most expensive and oldest of yours to this young master! Remember that it must be all of them!"

The shop owner glanced at Hua Shang, whose tone was different from that of the local tyrant, and his eyes suddenly darkened.

trouble!

The expression on his face was even worse, but he also reluctantly took a few for the latter.

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Qiang Mo glanced at the shop owner who had no time to look elsewhere, as if he was wandering aimlessly through the shelves of antiques.

Suddenly, the boy's footsteps stopped, the curvature of the corners of his lips was a little evil, and the thin and cool eyes swept across a corner of the shelf at will.

The slender fingers tapped the blue-and-white porcelain on the corner, only to hear a small and untraceable sound coming from the vase.

Like something fell and hit the china