Chapter 62: If you don’t want to sell it, why are you putting it there?

"I must give Dean Xiao something good when we go back. We have worked so hard and made a name for ourselves." Fan Jian said while lying flat on his back. Zhao Manyan didn't care. He didn't care.

"You are ridiculous. You rely on a Chaos Department to suppress so many people." Zhao Manyan complained, looking at him with a hint of envy on his face. Why are others either Magic Departments with explosive output or extremely mysterious Chaos Departments, Space Summoning, etc., but it's his turn to be Water and Light Departments.

It happened that the sky was getting dark. Although the time was not up, Zhao Manyan fell into an emo state, looking like life was boring.

"Come on, go back and find a few senior sisters and forget about these things." Fan Jian rolled his eyes, a little speechless. Zhao Manyan also rolled his eyes in return, broke his practice and rested aside.

...

The next day, Fan Jian and his students quickly returned to the Demon Capital Academy under the guidance of Wanquan. When they walked in the Golden Insect Valley, no insect monsters dared to approach them as soon as the aura spread. They all avoided them.

When I returned to Yaodu Academy, the first thing I saw was the teachers' concern. These teachers were discussing something in a conference room. Fan Jian was lying under a tree on the campus, so that he could see it when the Mingzhu Academy team left.

"Finally, I met you again!" A voice came from a distance. The boy in a black shirt came over with a fierce look on his face and looked at Fan Jian fiercely.

"Oh, it's you. I thought, why didn't the returning team see you? It turns out that you have been waiting for me in your doghouse for a long time." Fan Jian crossed his legs and looked indifferent.

"Hehe..." He sneered, raised his hands, and several people following him stepped forward immediately, each with a magical glow in their hands.

"Oh, you are so angry after being scolded that you want to fight?" Fan Jian raised his eyebrows and looked at them. Is Yaodu Academy so tough? Can you fight at will?

"Hmph, how can you slander Young Master Chen? And give Young Master Chen's things back!" A short-haired boy shouted loudly, holding the lightning star track in his hand, ready to face Fan Jian at any time.

"Oh... So that's it." Fan Jian suddenly realized, just as he said, he thought the other party was just looking for trouble, but it turned out that he mainly wanted to get his things back.

"Ahem, listen to me first, actually, I feel very sorry about this matter... Dan!" Fan Jian released the water control, and put on five water control cycles. The star map was completed quickly, and in an instant, the explosive waves suddenly emerged, washing over this area, and the explosive waves kept churning, and the waves kept hitting their faces.

Several people didn't expect Fan Jian to start as soon as he said, very neatly, without a trace of hesitation, they just wanted to scare him.

"You're done, I tell you..." the black shirt boy shouted viciously. Fan Jian was also amused when he heard it. He couldn't stop laughing and said, "No, you keep saying this. What's your villain strength? Come on, slap me in the face! Why are you always scaring me here?"

"Let me make it clear first. You were the first to be malicious towards me. It's not too much for me to charge you some interest." Fan Jian pointed to the space ring meaningfully. Anyway, they are a rich family.

"... No matter what, don't let me meet you next time! Otherwise, I will make you look bad." He said the harsh words and turned around and left. Although he staggered, his back was straight, leaving Fan Jian with an impression of... saving face?

A few younger brothers also hurriedly followed. They staggered, and some students passing by would turn their heads to see who beat this dude.

"Hey, Old Fan, why are you here?" Zhao Manyan's voice came from a distance. He walked towards Fan Jian, holding a card in his hand, muttering, "I don't know what they were thinking, but they gave each of us another card, saying that you can enter the attractions in the Monster City for free with the card in your hand. What's so fun about that?" He looked confused.

"It's useless if you don't want it." Fan Jian took the card. The whole card was golden, with a word "Guang" engraved on the upper left corner, and a pattern of the Guangzhou Tower printed in the center.

"The teacher hasn't said to go back immediately, let's go out and have some fun." Zhao Manyan said excitedly. He had been holding it back for several days. He rubbed his hands excitedly and took Fan Jian out directly. There was a market with a lot of people not far from the entrance of the school.

Shengmao Market, people selling herbs, magic tools, broken spirits, and some other miscellaneous things, were all shouting there, it was very lively. Fan Jian and Zhao Manyan walked to a corner and saw some antique toys being put out for sale in the corner.

"Boss, how are you selling these?" Zhao Manyan looked at the pile of rare and unknown things on the stall, which contained an ancient atmosphere.

The boss was an old man with white hair and long beard, kind and kind eyes, his eyes were shining brightly, without a trace of turbidity and confusion in his eyes.

"No, I just put them out to let them breathe." The old man said in a calm voice, holding a small brush in his hand, brushing a walnut that he had been holding for who knows how many years, and a bright blue bead, but this bead was as big as a basketball. The old man leaned over and gently brushed the bead with mysterious ancient patterns with the brush.

"Boss, you are not being righteous, aren't you? You put the things out if you don't want to sell them. If you don't sell them, can we sell them to our ancestors?" Zhao Manyan's face was strange, and he complained.

"Ten million, will you sell this little bracelet!" He pointed to a silver bracelet on the left and said.

"It's okay. You can look at the things on the stall as you like. I won't sell anything anyway. You can look at them as long as you like. Anyway, my house is in the back." Bai Fa waved his hand and walked towards a house in the back. After pushing the door, he came out again after a while.

"What a bummer. It's a rare opportunity to come to the Demon City. I wanted to buy something as a souvenir. I'll go to the front to have a look." Zhao Manyan curled his lips and turned around to leave.

Fan Jian also looked at the objects on the stall that contained a simple and ancient atmosphere. A broken small sword was covered with a lot of dust, but Fan Jian could still feel the sharpness on it. It was obviously a powerful demon-slaying tool. There were several more like this, and then there were some objects that might have some collection value, such as the bracelet that Zhao Manyan wanted to buy.

After reading it, Fan Jian turned around and prepared to leave. At this time, the voice of the white-haired old man came from behind: "Young man, don't leave yet."

"Hmm?" Fan Jian looked puzzled, turned around and looked at him, only to see the old man pushed the bead out, put it in front of the stall, handed it to Fan Jian and said: "The things on this stall are only given to the destined people. I observed the sky at night and counted with my fingers. Today, the destined person will come."

The white-haired old man talked in a flowery way, and his appearance really looked a bit like those grandfathers with golden fingers in novels.

"Uh..." Fan Jian didn't know what to say.

"Take it." Seeing that Fan Jian didn't react at all, he stood up and held the bead, stuffed it directly into his hand, and then clapped his hands, as if he had solved some long-accumulated troubles, very happy, and hummed a little song.

"..."

Fan Jian always felt that he had encountered a forced deal. The most important thing was that he didn't want it, but people still gave it to him. What is this?

"Thank you, boss!" Fan Jian bowed to the white-haired old man, thanked him, and turned to walk forward with the beads in his hands.

The white-haired old man stroked his long beard happily, looked at Fan Jian's back with deep meaning, and walked in another direction.

After a long time, a fat middle-aged man came to the stall. Seeing the door of the house behind was opened, he was shocked, and then cursed angrily: "Which thief took advantage of me squatting in my house!"

There was no one around. This location was relatively remote, and there were no other stall owners setting up stalls here. They were all crowded at the gate.

After checking that there was no damage to his house, he sat down at his stall with peace of mind.