"Is the customer buying things, information, or wanting to visit the black market?" The woman behind the cashier raised her eyes and leisurely exhaled a puff of white smoke.

Her voice was lazy and charming, combined with the movement of puffing out cigarettes, she looked very much like an expensive lady who smoked opium in the old society.

��Lying on the couch, enjoying the tobacco, the voice is lazy and nice.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't answer, took off his backpack, unzipped it, and took out three boxes of limited edition Cuban cigars.

He put three boxes of cigars on the cash register table and said with a smile:

"Be careful."

"Yo, it's you~" Lian Sanyue's eyes lit up when she saw the three boxes of cigars, "Li Chunfeng said that you are good at socializing, it is absolutely true, this gift is for my sister's heart."

The sound of "Yo" brought a vivid and clear figure to Zhang Yuanqing's mind - the proprietress of Longmen Inn.

As for Lian Sanyue seeing through his identity, it's not surprising that he gave cigars to reveal his identity.

Otherwise, why ask Li Chunfeng what she likes.

Without waiting for Zhang Yuanqing to speak, she squinted her eyes, leaned lazily on the back of the chair with a cigarette in her hand, and said with a smile:

"You seem to know me?"

Zhang Yuanqing replied truthfully: "I met you in Deacon Pang's memory, and he used that mobile phone to assassinate me."

The woman said "oh", dusted off the cigarette ash, and said:

"Li Chunfeng said that you want a melee weapon, the best of the saint realm, right?"

Zhang Yuanqing nodded.

Lian Sanyue said lazily:

"I don't have any goods here. The top-grade props of the Saint Realm, even for craftsmen, are hard-to-find works. I've been lazy recently, and I don't have the mood or energy to make props for you. If you need one urgently, just Build it yourself."

I build it myself? It sounds very interesting!

Zhang Yuanqing immediately said: "How to build it?"

The corner of Lian Sanyue's mouth twitched, and she stretched out her hand: "Here are the cards."

Zhang Yuanqing took out the wooden sign from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Crack!" Lian Sanyue's five fingers closed together, crushing the wooden sign, but the lines that looked like patterns and spells were not broken, condensed in the air, and spread rapidly.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery changed rapidly, and the messy and crowded hardware store disappeared.

Instead, it is a busy market like a vegetable market, except that instead of vegetables, the stalls display a variety of items, ranging from antiques to home appliances, from home appliances to daily necessities.

"Self-contained space, is this the internal space of foreign Yongye professional props, or is it an illusion created by illusionists." Zhang Yuanqing asked.

"Neither," Lian Sanyue casually replied, playing with a cigar:

"This is the spiritual realm I created, to be precise, it's a copy of the gang."

Oh gang dungeon, my vision is low, the level of Lian March is probably higher than I imagined , at least thirty or forty people.

Some of them wear Monkey King masks, some wear Ultraman masks, and some wear cloaks, and a group of demons dance wildly. JrNovels.com