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Chapter 104 Gong Luomiao’s strange items for sale

For Yin Chengyi, it is not difficult for him to carry the car with him. The real difficulty is still similar to paper money. In order not to expose his superpower to the public, he can only take very few things at a time (relatively speaking).

This alone was enough to impress other volunteers. They all said that he looked like he had no muscles, but he was really strong and could lift two sacks with one hand.

In order to be consistent with people's common sense, the weight had to be reduced again and again. After working for half a morning, I finally finished moving everything that needed to be moved. The other volunteers were sweating and panting from exhaustion. Yin Cheng was stunned for a moment.

He didn't even sweat. In order to prevent others from noticing, he secretly poured a handful of mineral water on his face, deliberately causing some sweating.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and the winter sun was not too harsh. However, everyone had been busy all morning. Except for Gong Luomiao, who was also full of energy and seemed to have a bottomless pit of physical strength, everyone else was so tired that some people's voices were hoarse. Everyone went their own way.

I picked up the lunch box and drank the iced milk tea that Yin Luo ordered, most of which I didn't even take a few bites of.

According to the previous rules, the flea market would rest for an hour and a half at noon, open again at 1:30 p.m., and not end until 4:30 p.m.

There were volunteers who lived nearby or had other arrangements at noon. They all informed Yin Luo in advance, left, and came back in the afternoon. Logically speaking, after all the things that should be moved were moved, there would be no need for Yin Chengyi.

It was over. But because his family lived far away, Yin Chengyi simply helped them to the end, and took the initiative to stay at noon to help them look after the stalls.

It was said that he was looking at the stalls, but in fact he found a seat and told the curious passers-by that the stalls would close for an hour and a half. If you want to buy anything, you are welcome to come back at 1:30 in the afternoon.

That's what they say, but in fact... both Yin Luo and Yin Chengyi overestimated the curiosity of the crowd. There were few people at noon. Most of them were just playing around and preparing to go down the mountain for dinner. Who would come to your stall if they had nothing to do?

Collided? After waiting for a long time, no one came. Yin Cheng sat on the chair boredly and played with his mobile phone. I have to say that the new mobile phone developed by Yinzhou is indeed good in terms of hardware, in such a place with extremely high population density.

, the signal is still at the top level, and there is no lag at all when brushing.

Yin Luo sat next to him and wrote something.

The breeze blows, which matches the midday sun, and the temperature is just right.

Yin Cheng squinted his eyes half-way, turned his head slightly, and saw the wind gently blowing the girl's beautiful hair, revealing a fair and agile profile. At this moment, the girl's attention was completely focused on the compared manuscripts, so she did not

Notice the look in his eyes.

Quiet.

It was so quiet that Yin Chengyi could faintly hear the girl's breathing and heartbeat.

…

"Um, Yin Luo..." As if sensing subtle ripples deep in his heart, Yin Chengyi desperately wanted to make some noise, so he took the initiative and said, "What are you writing about?"

"For those things that have not been sold, make a list and count them." Yin Luo didn't even raise his head, just wrote the list by himself, sighing from time to time, "It feels like the early publicity was not in place, and they are all second-hand old goods.

Things... Online shopping is so convenient now, who wants to buy second-hand ones? I think it can be sold for more than 4,000 yuan now, which is a little better than I expected... If this stall spends another afternoon, it may also be sold

Not going out much."

"Look, who would buy these messy things?"

As she said that, the girl seemed to want to vent her upset anger. She pulled out a piece of paper from the small book with a "stab" sound and handed it to him to see.

The font is very elegant, and a few characters are subconsciously written in traditional Chinese. It can be seen that I must have practiced calligraphy when I was very young, and I still practiced traditional Chinese characters. After writing, there are a few characters that cannot be changed.

.

"A set of sexy cat underwear, with cat ears, tube top, cat tail (installation type)..."

After reading the first line, Yin Chengyi couldn't help but blush, quickly threw the paper down, and rarely cursed in front of a girl, "What the hell is this?!"

"I'm speechless." Yin Luo shook his head, also looking helpless, "These were donated by Sister Miaomiao."

"Gong Luomiao?" Yin Chengyi immediately raised his eyebrows and looked around, "Where is she?"

"I asked for leave at noon, and I think I wanted to go home." Yin Luo shrugged, "Anyway... I launched a flea market fundraiser online, and she was the first to respond. She was the most active in donating, even though they were all

Some weird things, look at this piece of paper, all of it belongs to her."

"..." Yin Chengyi turned the paper over again and found that the girl's items for sale were all kinds of strange things. Except for the strange set of cat underwear at the beginning, there were more books, and there were all kinds of books.

And they were all books he had never heard of.

After the title of the book, Yin Luo carefully noted "all in English", "all in Latin", and even more outrageous "all in Hebrew". It's no wonder that there are so many books that can't be sold. Generally speaking, if you can

People who understand this stuff are unlikely to visit the flea market on Saturday morning.

"El Yilan's bronze coins, the mysterious old man's bell, the limited edition Frostmourne, the worn gold rope, ten plastic bags..." As he read, Yin Chengyi couldn't help but frown,

"Why did she use this place as a grocery store?"

"The devil knows." Yin Luo sighed, with a small face like a bitter gourd, "I don't know what to do with these things that can't be sold. If you say throw them away, the people who donated them may not be happy; if you say keep them

It’s still there, and there’s no place to put it… Sigh…”

"What is this bell?" Yin Chengyi became interested in the description on the paper. "It says, 'Shake the bell at a stable frequency to summon the nearest god.'"

"Who knows, that's what she said anyway. She probably wrote it down when she was suffering from Chuunibyou." Seeing his interest, Yin Luo seemed to suddenly get excited. He hooked a box with his feet and leaned down to rummage through it.

Get up, "Just wait, I'll find it and show it to you..."

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However, Yin Luo himself didn't notice...

This bending down action was probably because the clothes were not fastened tightly and the trousers on the lower body were taken off, revealing a piece of snow-white skin on the slender waist. Under the winter sun, that skin looked like it was carved from white marble.

Looking further down, you can vaguely see the soft pink trousers that are hooped at the lower side of the slender waist.

The unsuspecting girl still lowered her head and rummaged around. Yin Cheng's eyes were a little straight when he saw it. When he heard the big insect's faint sneer, he suddenly felt that he had violated the girl's expectations of a "hero" and bit him fiercely.

He licked his tongue and forcibly looked away again.

In exchange, the big insect laughed mercilessly.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha”

He sneered, "You obviously want to see it, but you don't. This is the biggest hypocrisy in the world!"

"Let it be hypocritical, I don't care...don't watch it anyway!" Yin Chengyi said in his heart, having a very clear moral plan, "Although it is indeed a pity..."

"Would you like to take another look?" Big Chong was like a chatty roommate, whispering in his ear, "This is a rare opportunity, take one more look, while the little girl hasn't straightened up yet, take another look. It will be some material for erotic dreams in the future.

.”

"roll!"

"Don't be so pedantic. Look, she won't lose any meat."

"no!"

"Then... why don't you give it a try and modify her perception. She has a crush on you, and it will be easier to do it. You can just go all the way to the dark side, get together with this little rich woman, and live a life of soft food..."

"Stop talking, get out!"

“Hahahahahaha————!!”

…

"Clang."

The bell was placed on the table, and Yin Luo looked at him curiously.

"What's wrong? Your face is so red."

"Ah...it's okay..."

You can't say that I just saw your underwear - Yin Chengyi thought with some guilt.

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Looking at these bells, lying quietly on the table, three in a row, I can see that they were originally bright silver, but over time, the surface of the bells has been plated with a brass-like metallic color. The quality is not good, and the shape is weird.

There is a weird animal head engraved on the circle. This kind of thing is probably only wanted by strange collectors...

Da da da…

A girl with a high ponytail ran over quickly, put her hands on the table with a bang, and stared straight at the bell, as if stars were popping out of her eyes.

"How much does this cost?!"

(End of chapter)