Under the black cloth, there is an open large brocade box, and in the brocade box is not an antique at all, but a piece of fur.

I can't describe that fur when I first saw it, as it was described as a stream of light. It was all "insulting" this fur. I can only say that in such a gloomy weather, this fur couldn't help but squint when I saw it, and couldn't look directly because it was too dazzling.

If it is so dazzling, it is not enough to make me exhale. It is because I feel a strange fluctuation on this fur. It is a fluctuation that only practitioners can feel. To be precise, it is a fluctuation of energy and aura. It is like a practitioner looking at Buddhist relics and Taoist magical instruments is different from that of ordinary people.

This kind of energy and aura is different from the magic power commonly known as the cultivator, because magic power actually refers to people. If I insist on classifying this kind of energy and aura, it can be defined as - demon power.

Because it is built on the fur, not artificially nourished. The reason why I judged it this way is because this force is naturally integrated with the fur, and the natural and harmonious integration of the fur cannot be artificially infused and nourished.

Moreover, this power inexplicably makes people fall in love with me, and I can't help but want to reach out to touch this fur.

And my inner love for it was as if I was charmed, and I couldn't let it go at a glance. There was even a crazy desire to possess it. My breath gradually became heavy. From the degree of heat in my eyes, I guess my eyes were already red.

I wanted this fur, just one glance, and I was so sure.

But at this moment, a slight sense of something I couldn't explain came from my chest. The reason I could describe it was because I didn't know what it was, it was not like energy or soul power, but like a soul will, which suddenly snorted in my mind, making me wake up from my indulgence, no, it should be intoxicating.

Even so, I couldn't tell why, and I had a strange affection and love for this fur. When I looked up, I saw the face of the middle-aged man.

At this moment, there was still a smile on his face, his yellow front teeth were still so dazzling, and the smoke rose, his expression was so clear and he had such a weird smile, but it seemed normal compared to the weirdness before.

I took a deep breath and my hand unconsciously stroked the fur. I felt the smooth and soft fur ironing my palms. The strangeness that I couldn't explain was like feeling the years instantly. In these years, there was something that was indescribable involved me and this fur.

This is a very magical experience, but this experience cannot be said and said, I don’t think it is a shocking thing. I understand this as "eye fate", just like a person who likes a piece of jade or an antique may not have this feeling.

"Yes, your stuff conquered me. Although I don't understand why you came to me, and I just found me, but you succeeded, please offer it." I had an idea in my mind, even if he wanted the most precious antiques in my store, including an official kiln, and I would give it to the complete Ming blue and white tangled lotus flat bottle.

Money is just something outside of your body, but it is hard to find a good thing in my heart. Although this fur makes me feel so complicated, and there is a danger that I will sink into it, and I also want to have it.

This is not a kind of possessiveness. I just find it difficult to let go. It will be very important to me.

"Give a price?" The middle-aged man who looked vulgar shook his head and denied that he had a clear and unfathomable feeling. Could it be that he regretted not selling it?

I felt inexplicably melancholy and irritable. Since this is the case, I took the brocade box and handed it to him. I resisted the temptation of the fur on me, and wanted to close the brocade box and said, "Since you have no plans to sell it, I won't force it."

Seeing my reaction, a hint of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, but soon he smiled sincerely and said, "Just let's go, haven't I said it before? Just wait for someone who is destined to be, your appetite for me, the price I want to sell this thing, you may not be able to pay, so you might as well just open a price and say I'll sell you."

"How can that work?" I denied it. Even if I wanted this thing, I would never want to have it in this way. I have been in the mountains for so many years, and this kind of basic education can also be called the principle of conduct.

One of them is that if you can avoid owing others, try not to owe small gains and become greedy, which will accumulate into great cause and effect. It is not that you will not repay you. Don’t believe in the matter of falling pies in the sky before the time comes. If you say that falling pies in the sky, you would rather believe that it is the accumulation of strength you have accumulated on weekdays.

My answer made the middle-aged man surprised again. I thought to myself that he wouldn't be surprised that I was not greedy for small gains, right? In fact, I don't think he was surprised by what he was surprised by. I don't know. It can be said that he was puzzled by a lot.

"You are willing to pay such a great price just for this fur? Haha, someone who knows the goods, but do you know what that is?" The middle-aged man changed his mind and asked me such an irrelevant question.

"The fur of a white fox." I said lightly about the fur contained in the box. To be precise, it is the fur of a white fox. It is not uncommon for white foxes to be precise, but to be precise, it cannot be regarded as the fur of a white fox at all, because the fur of an ordinary white fox cannot have such a reflection like a metal or gem-like dazzling.

I think this fur is more prepared to describe it as the fur of a silver fox. But if it is a silver fox, it is not entirely true, because the fur is not silver at all, but indeed snow-white.

What's even more strange is that this fox is very small, so small that it is only half the size of a normal fox, but it is stripped from beginning to end. It is very clean and neat, and it is handled very delicately. But why is it so young that I can't think about it, but today I am really feeling distressed about the experience of the fox behind a piece of fur.

This is simply not in line with my personality, even though I have tried my best to be indifferent.

"Brother, I can't tell, are you suppressing the price?" the middle-aged man said with a smile.

I was silent and everyone knew it. Could it be that you asked me to say that this is the fur of a fox demon? Or, there is no monster in this world. Is it more appropriate to call it a fox spirit?

I remained silent, just playing with the lighter in my hand, trying not to look at the fur at a glance, and the middle-aged man didn't mind, just said, "I know what you are thinking, but I promise, it is definitely not what you imagined, it is not as simple as you thought. It is very big and big, so big that it has exceeded your imagination? How about it, do you want it? Do you dare to ask it? Do you want it?"

The continuous problems almost made me breathe. At this time, I found that this middle-aged man who was wearing Nike and Adidas, who seemed very tacky, had become extraordinary or unfathomable in my eyes.

I suddenly realized that I couldn't see through him, so why did I feel a sense of nobility in my every move?

However, I have been a person with a strong sense of self-esteem since I was a child. Faced with his continuous problems, I felt that I could not lose in momentum, so I forced myself to calmly say: "You haven't said what price you have to pay? I don't want something for nothing."

"If you really have to pay an equal price, would you be willing to give me the chain around your neck?" The middle-aged man suddenly looked at me and pointed his hand at the chain around my neck. Is his purpose?

I frowned slightly, Yes, I was very enthusiastic about having that fur. I was willing to pay a lot of money to exchange, but there were two things, which were exchanged for my own life, and I couldn't bear to hand over it. One was the chain around my neck. This is the master's affection for me.

The other one is the dog-haired ornament on the keychain, which is absolutely not allowed.

So, I looked at the middle-aged man with regret, and felt indescribable in my heart and held back, saying, "Then I can't afford this fur, are you looking for another buyer?"

But the middle-aged man looked at me inexplicably, suddenly laughed a few times. In my inexplicable gaze, he snatched the lighter in my hand and said, "It's yours, your Qianli Zhaozhao, and you're also delivered it to you. This lighter is the price. I'll give you this fur."

After saying this, the middle-aged man turned around and left in my shocked eyes. When I realized it, he had already walked out of the store.

But how can this be done? The value of a lighter is simply impossible to compare with this fur. I immediately covered the lid of the brocade box, grabbed the brocade box and came out from the counter, and chased after it. At this time, the middle-aged man had already walked out of the store and walked to the street outside.

When I rushed out of the store, there were few pedestrians in this originally not-so-busy street, where was the middle-aged man there?
Chapter completed!