Zhang Yuanqing stepped forward and slammed his head into the closed shop door. Not surprisingly, he easily walked in.

The small shop was lit with warm lights, and at the cash register, Lian Sanyue sat silently, holding an exhausted lady's cigarette in his hand.

Why is this woman in a daze!

Zhang Yuanqing moved closer.

Lian Sanyue looked up and said lightly:

"Closed, no business."

Zhang Yuanqing's voice was hoarse, as if phlegm was stuck in his throat, and he said, "I'm not going to enter your gang dungeon, I just want to ask you for some news."

"What news?" Lian Sanyue snuffed out the lady's cigarette at her fingertips, lit one, pursed her sexy red lips lightly, and then let out a puff of green smoke leisurely, saying:

"Props have a price, but information is priceless. If you are involved in relatively confidential information or extremely high-level secrets, the price I will charge may be unbearable for you."

There is no clear price tag for information, and the price usually needs to be negotiated between the buyer and the seller.

"I understand." Zhang Yuanqing shook the backpack on his shoulders and said, "I will give you a price that satisfies you."

There are a lot of priceless materials and props in the backpack, which he took out from the inventory before putting on the perfect human skin.

"So, what do you want to know?" Lian Sanyue flicked the cigarette ash, put his weight on the back of the chair, and asked lazily.

Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a moment and said:

"Do you know the young soldier king?"

Lian Sanyue narrowed her eyes suddenly, and in an instant, her laziness and sloppyness disappeared, and she stared deeply at the young man in front of her.

Instead of answering the question, she stood up gracefully, walked out of the cash register, pinned Tingting with a twisted waist, walked around Zhang Yuanqing, and said:

"An ordinary person? No, what method did you use to cover up your aura? I can't even see your real body."

Zhang Yuanqing saw that her eyes fell on his hands several times.

He drooped his arms calmly, not hiding his bare fingers.

Nonsense, although the perfect human skin is not a regular item, it can graft cause and effect. How can you tell that Zhang Yuanqing said coldly:

"It doesn't matter who I am, whether you do business or not, just give me a good word."

Lian Sanyue chuckled, returned to the cashier and sat down again, "Why don't you do it?"

After a pause, she said, "I know him, a very interesting fire master."

fire master? Alas, as expected, the soldier with double A in speed and intelligence in C has really become a fire master, and I will never insult fire again. Zhang Yuanqing thought sadly in his heart, but kept his face calm:

"How did you meet him?"

Lian Sanyue said slowly:

"We met in a multiplayer dungeon. We entered an S-level multiplayer dungeon. We encountered a big crisis in it. Our teammates died one after another. The only ones who survived were me and him."

Met in copy? ! Zhang Yuanqing was taken aback, and blurted out: "Is he the master?"

Lian Sanyue smiled back and asked, "What do you think!" JrNovels.com