【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

"Lingzhi, who are you?" The man's voice made people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar.

My heart is screaming, I really want to know who I am!

Beiling looked at me with a cold and gloomy look.

I understand that I finally hurt his heart.

Although I know it's only a matter of time...

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I pretended to be calm. "Who are you? Before asking someone's identity, shouldn't you first introduce yourself?"

The momentum is well controlled.

Since he asked, he naturally had some guesses in his mind.

Human imagination is unlimited.

His brain power is my trump card now.

Even though these don't exist at all.

"Interstellar Empire, Chan Family, Chanmu." His words were cold and hard, but with a hint of arrogance.

It seems that he is very confident about his family background.

"Never heard of it." I frowned slightly, then looked confused.

This is true.

I've never heard of it.

The man was visibly speechless.

Then he looked clear.

"Young masters and young ladies from a hidden family? Are you out for fun?" He smiled wickedly.

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This imagination ability is amazing.

Simply perfect.

"Who can understand what you are saying?" I immediately started to act and my tone became a little aggressive.

This wave of trump cards is stable.

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He frowned hard.

I casually found a sofa and sat down comfortably.

He chanted a spell in front of them and summoned a plate of cakes.

He ate slowly and leisurely.

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The atmosphere was stagnant.

I didn't seem to feel a thing.

"Your abilities are suitable for opening a store." The other side of the sofa sank, and he sat down and crossed his legs.

"Wouldn't it be better for you to earn this money?" I continued to eat the cake slowly.

I could roughly sense this man's status in this teahouse. Even if this statement was a gamble, it was also a lie.

"Tsk, you're quite perceptive. You don't know the Chan family, but you can tell that this teahouse is managed by someone named Chan." The man smiled casually and extended his white, clearly defined, yet powerful hand towards me. He was indeed an Imperial male. He was completely different from an Orc male.

"Give me a plate of cake." He curled his lips, his smile still evil.

It's hard to imagine him as a good person.

I pressed his palm down with my hand: "You have to pay for eating cake."

We seemed to be engaging in some charades.

I don't know, but I take it.

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He looked at me, a glint in his eyes, which, combined with his evil smile, made him look even more eerie. "What do you want, sir?"

"The black market address and how to get in." I also said directly.

The man smiled, his eyes shining brighter: "I want the music score of Blue and White Porcelain."

"I have the lyrics, but I don't know the music score. I can only sing it, and you have to figure out the rest yourself." I said confidently.

If I can’t do it, I really can’t do it.

I can barely write in simplified musical notation, and I can also draw in staff notation.

But the music here is really archaeological notation. I can't understand it at all!

"make a deal."

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Coming out of the teahouse, I felt like I was in a trance.

We must move forward.

Now we are finally moving forward.

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The entrance to the black market is actually both far away and right in front of you.

It's on the teahouse street.

A seed store?

This is probably a place where no one would go even if they died under normal circumstances!

If plants are so expensive, how can seeds be cheap?

What if a combat plant is created...

The whole family was wiped out...

We'll have to trouble the army to clear out...

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Hey, wait?

Can I plant it?

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Tonight, tonight.

Hope I'm lucky enough.

I need to ask for leave at the dock.

I hope Gong Shaoyun will feel better after drinking the brown sugar water.

Hopefully, if the puppy comes back.

Don't worry if you can't find me.

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hope……

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Lying on the small bed in the bedroom of the rental house.

Good night, Makabaka...

Good night, green radish...

Good night……