Chapter 147: Fighting with the evil witch, where the devil fell!
Chapter 147: Fighting with the evil witch, where the devil fell!
"Lucky Magic Pendant, where are you taking me..."
Xiao Chen followed the direction of the lucky magic pendant's swing, passing through the crowd and visiting one exhibition after another.
The way people around him looked at him.
It's even like looking at a fool.
This made Xiao Chen feel embarrassed, but at the same time, he was looking forward to the next treasure he would find.
"The Lucky Pendant should stop. I feel its magical power is weakening."
Tian Xiaowen sensed it keenly and whispered in Xiao Chen's ear.
call out.
The lucky magic pendant in Xiao Chen's hand swayed gently toward his left side and then stopped.
He also stopped and looked to the left.
On the left side, there is also a stall selling magic tools.
The stalls are filled with all kinds of gold and silver jewelry, bracelets, wristbands and other accessories with strange patterns.
The stall owner was sitting on a recliner, flipping through the book in front of her casually.
"Um... Lucky Pendant, there are so many things, why don't you tell me which one it is."
Xiao Chen looked at the motionless Lucky Magic Pendant awkwardly and asked.
The Lucky Pendant did not respond.
"How about I try it out?"
Tian Xiaowen looked at the accessories on the stall tentatively and spoke.
"How about this."
Xiao Chen looked directly at the stall owner and said, "Auntie, please help me calculate the price of all the things on this stall and pack them for me!"
"Want one piece?"
Both the stall owner and Tian Xiaowen looked extremely surprised.
"Yes!" Xiao Chen nodded affirmatively.
Take one piece at a time, you won’t miss out on any magic weapon!
"Wait..." The stall owner pushed up her glasses and stared at the lucky charm in front of Xiao Chen. "I have the same stone as yours. It's this one!"
As she spoke, she rummaged through the stall and pulled out a gorgeous wristband from under a pile of jewelry.
Right in the middle of the wristband, there is a golden stone!
This tiny stone contains extremely terrifying magical power!
Xiao Chen's expression lit up with joy, and he immediately said, "Boss, I want this!!"
"Boss, I want this!"
A clear female voice was heard from the side, and the content of her words was exactly the same as Xiao Chen's!
"Who?"
Xiao Chen turned his head in confusion and looked to the side...
Next to him was a beautiful girl with long white hair.
The girl also looked at Xiao Chen, her cold eyes filled with ferocity: "I want this!"
"..."
Xiao Chen was silent, staring at the girl blankly, as if he was frightened!
I wipe! !
This girl's dress and demeanor...
How come she looks so much like the same person... the corpse-haunted niece, the evil witch? !
The evil witch thought she had frightened Xiao Chen, so she said to the stall owner, "Pack up the things and sell them to me."
"Wait, I was here first!"
Xiao Chen reacted quickly and said forcefully: "Boss, please pack it up for me and sell it to me!"
Since the evil witch also took a fancy to this.
That means this is good stuff!
He's determined!!
"Business is based on first come first served. I'll sell it to you first. The price is..."
The stall owner slowly picked up the wristband and quoted the price: "One hundred and fifty yuan."
"Okay, I'll take the money."
Xiao Chen nodded, stretched out his hand and started to take out money.
"you……"
The evil witch stared at Xiao Chen, trying to scare him just like she scared ordinary people.
But Xiao Chen looked calm, and while taking out the money, he praised: "Madam, your eyes are quite big, they look fake!"
The evil witch suddenly became so angry that her face turned blue.
Her so-called fierceness.
In the eyes of Xiao Chen, a veteran "God of War"...
It's almost like a puppy grinning!
Immediately, Xiao Chen handed over the money with one hand and received the wristband from the stall owner with the other.
He held the wristband and walked away with Tian Xiaowen, talking and laughing.
The evil witch stared at Xiao Chen's back for a long time without moving.
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