Money is a very important thing. I understood this absolute truth during my wandering journey. So when I set foot on this land, when my nasal cavity and lung sac were filled with the smell of this drunk gold fan, when I felt that gold here was always within reach and with me, I decided to stay Down. So there was my figure in the Flower Street of Hell Island.
The shopkeeper, I like this title, I like the feeling of holding those rare treasures firmly in my hand, I like to calculate it while writing the ticket How much will there be the feeling of receiving money, I like-the feeling of harvest. For this reason, I made my next choice to become the pawnshop agent of Huajie.
The face of fear, the sword of weeping blood, I have a lot of such collections-those crystal bottles that hold the skulls full of fear of death are the most lovely art in the world . Every piece of art is a lovely story. The pleasure of killing another person with a sword picked up from the person I killed cannot be described in words. The sword is the same spiritual weapon, he has the same heart and character as his master. When holding that kind of sword in my hands and facing these cute little lambs, I seemed to be doing a sacred job. At the end of my life, I felt not only a sense of killing, but also death. Fear, the horror of the master of the sword, the excitement of the sword…
And the moment when the blood spewed from their neck was the most beautiful picture in the world. And the sword with hot blood rolling, so cute. The sword was split at that moment. He was beating and singing. The human character in him was mourning, but the original metal character of the sword was laughing. Every time at this moment, the sword would appear cracked, deep or shallow- -This is a really good collection.
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In this beautiful place, I can get everything I want, so, I come here, so, there is always a gentle Smiling pawnshop shopkeeper.
Ye YeNong, the story is about to begin.
·Dress beautiful dresses always make people look so charming, which girl is not fascinated by him, but sometimes the beauty will let the door of hell open for you.
Beautiful stories always happen at charming midnight…
“The shopkeeper…”
/> As I was calculating this month’s revenues, I was drunk in fantasia played by the gold, and a timid voice interrupted my dream.
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Looking across the tall counter, I saw my last customer today—a pretty dark-haired girl. “The shopkeeper…I…want to take this…!” She struggled to pass the amber chain with her white but rough little handCame in. She seemed very reluctant to pinch the amber tightly with her hand.
“Oh, something very interesting.” I admired the amber the girl passed in under the candlelight-the color was cold, different from the warmth of ordinary amber, in the candlelight The lower amber reflects the colorful light, beautiful and moving, but the value of this amber is the little bug in the middle of his sleep in the middle, and the girl’s face faintly appears on his turquoise body. I like this stuff.
“So, how much can I be?” The girl carefully avoided the word “money”. She must have entered the pawnshop for the first time. She is a pure girl.
“Oh, how much do you want?” I walked out of the counter with a smile-naturally treat special guests can not be ignored.
“I…I want to…can buy…not renting a dress!” The girl’s eyes are full of expectations, which makes her a little bland face. The child is alive.
“Oh? Can I know the reason?” I handed the brewed tea to the girl and signaled her to sit down. Listening to stories is also one of my hobbies.
The girl shyly took the tea and sat down. She didn’t seem to know what to say rejection.