[Douluo + Sword Three] Mirror Shadow of the Dark Moon

The cold and solemn voice was like thunder in the child's ears. The words were plain but seemed to be driven by a force. Before he could think about it, the slightly trembling voice came out: "Yes, sir, I... I am just selling some hot words." Huajie’s... gadgets..."

"Scorching Flower Festival." 'Lu Sui' muttered softly, causing the child to freeze in his shell and stare at him blankly.

I seemed to hear a chuckle, and then that cool voice said, "I want that."

Following his line of sight, the child saw a beautiful flower lying in a bamboo basket, a red flower cloud.

Although he was surprised, the child didn't dare to think too much and quickly took out the flowers.

But the cold man changed his hands and gave the Chihua Yunlan plant to the gentle young man next to him.

He didn't expect that the two of them had that kind of relationship. He was so surprised that he forgot his fear and opened his mouth. The words he had repeated many times today came out at an inappropriate time: "The two of you are a match made in heaven. They are a perfect match and will definitely be favored by the God of the Red Moon." ……bless……"

He knew it was over as soon as the words came out. The next second he saw the two people looking at him with different expressions, and he knew that he had misunderstood.

It's over, he panicked, but his body produced a strange power at this moment. This power supported him and ran away. He only hoped that these two people would not cause any bloody incident at the Red Moon God's Ceremony. .

But it was obvious that those two people paid him no attention. The unexpected meeting of eyes made Jing slightly distracted, but when he regained consciousness, the child had already slipped into the crowd and disappeared. He was actually shaken by the careless words of others.

"The talent is quite good." Lu Sui's voice was still calm. He just strengthened the barrier around the two of them as he spoke, to prevent anyone with such a special talent from breaking in.

He turned around to see Jing who had come back to his senses and seemed a little uncomfortable. He thought for a while and said, "He must have misunderstood something, don't worry about it."

"Yes." Jing responded in a low voice, and the flower branch of Chihua Yunlan in his hand poked the palm of his hand, causing a slight pain, "Then this flower..."

'Lu Sui' glanced at the scorching red, then turned back to Jing, his expression as usual, "Well, it's for you."

The mirror hid a trace of disappointment in his eyes. How could he forget that this man always gave whatever he wanted and never cared about what that thing represented, let alone Chihua Yunlan who happened to be the same as the ice flower.

Even the fiery red Chihua Yunlan represents love as hot as flames.

Wen Jingle was sitting on the bed still in a daze. At first, he just watched the development of this dream as a bystander, but at some point he merged with the mirror, as if he was actually experiencing it.

When I woke up from the dream, I still felt like the person in the dream. There seemed to be something blocked in my heart, which made me feel a little uncomfortable. He probably understands that kind of feeling. It's really hard to give hope and make people realize that it's just their own fantasy.

This dream made Wen Jingle unexpectedly concerned. His thoughts were stuck in it and he couldn't break free, floating in his mind in confusion.

Following these wandering thoughts, the soul power in the meridians unconsciously circulated along unfamiliar yet familiar routes, and spells that had not been noticed at all were used inadvertently.

Water splashed out of nowhere and wet his sleeves. Wen Jingle looked at his water-stained hands, his head a little empty.

Is this really just a dream?

……

Since he decided to ask Wen Jingle to use his sword to make up for his shortcomings, Lu Sui naturally had already thought about it. The ready-made sword he had here was fine for casual use, but if it was really given to Wen Jingle as a portable sword, Lu Suiyi would look down upon it.

Since you don't like it, just start building a new one.

The birth of a magical weapon requires an excellent caster and suitable materials. In Douluo Continent, due to factors such as the power system, few master craftsmen are born. Then we can only use top-quality materials to make up for the shortcomings of the caster.

If you want to collect all the materials as quickly as possible, you need someone to help.

Hearing Lu Sui's purpose of coming and hearing the rare treasures he mentioned casually, Chu Moli couldn't help but feel his veins jump. "This is an auction, not a treasure house!" And are those things available?

Even though he says so, he still needs to help those who should be helped. Chu Moli was thinking about how to collect information about those things while breathing fire. After all, Lu Sui finally wanted to ask for something, so he had to owe him some favors. She could see that Lu Sui was very caring.

Not to mention her utilitarianism, friends also need to interact with each other in order to deepen their relationship.

"Yes! Although the casting skills are not obvious and the corresponding materials are hard to find, there are some guys who don't have these good things even if they don't have them. There is also...the Blacksmith Association..."

Chu Moli was thoughtful.

"But money may not necessarily impress them, there must be something that attracts them enough..."

"Is there anything you're interested in?" Lu Sui's voice sounded like he was talking to himself, "Take a look at this."

"This..." Chu Moli checked it over, his eyes filled with excitement, "Then I'll ask people to get ready."

So, not long after, a news spread throughout Tiandou City and even the empire. There will be an auction of treasures and artifacts in the Qiwu Pavilion in the near future. There will not only be top casting materials, rare treasures, precious soul tools, but also the latest artifacts created by Master Lou Gao, but these are not That grand finale.

Most people may not know what the most precious auction item is, but there are many powerful people in Tiandou City that can be seen with the naked eye.

This auction is actually a little different from the past. It can be bartered, and the owner of the item decides how to trade.

As a result, more people couldn't help but get interested. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the auction was themed around artifacts or minerals. No matter why it is held, if you really have relevant goodies in your hand, there will be no better opportunity to get rid of it than this.

And now this auction, which is attracting attention from all parties, is about to begin.

Under the guidance of the waiter, the spiral corridor in the Curious Object Pavilion separates guests of different levels without leaving any trace.

The invited guests quickly took their seats, and the corridor became quiet again. However, the silence did not last long before it was broken by two unhurried footsteps.

Compared with last time, there was obviously a lot less space on the wall because of the new hanging paintings. Wen Jingle was looking at it with long eyes, when the footsteps of the person beside him suddenly paused, and the half-step distance between them disappeared.

Wen Jinngle glanced at Lu Sui doubtfully. Lu Sui's aura has always been bright and broad-minded, blending perfectly with external objects. However, there was a sudden surge of anger in the calm sea just now. Although it was not obvious, Wen Jinngle, who always paid a little attention to him, still felt it.

"what happened?"

His eyes lingered on the real-life portrait for a moment, Lu Sui's eyes narrowed slightly, and the tail of his eyes elongated, revealing a cold edge. When he turned his eyes and looked over, he replied as usual, "Nothing, let's go, it's about to start."

The auction host's opening remarks were faintly heard. Wen Jingle nodded, but before leaving, he couldn't help but glance at the paintings on the wall.

Chu Moli was already in the box, greeted the two of them, and complained: "Although there won't be anything great in front of you, you two are too unhurried. I have spent a lot of energy on this." It’s a special show just for you.”

"Thank you. This time, I owe you a favor." Lu Sui said.

Chu Moli raised his eyebrows and said bluntly, "Then I will remember it."

The auction was in full swing, and the three of them basically knew what would appear on the stage. However, because they still refused to submit bids even after the auction started, there would be some surprises from time to time.

"This is a bit interesting." Chu Moli looked at the things revealed on the booth below, tapped his chin with his fingertips, and then raised his hand and tapped the button on the side.

The row of buttons is written from small to large with tens, hundreds, millions, etc. underneath them. It is easy to see what they are used for.

"VIP No. 17, five thousand!" the auctioneer shouted.

Wen Jingle paused for a moment, then gently lowered his slightly raised hand.

Lu Suiran noticed his movements, "What, are you interested?"

His words also attracted Chu Moli's attention. Wen Jingle smiled at Lu Sui: "I'm a little curious," and then said, "But since Miss Chu made the move first, let's forget it."

Before Chu Moli could say anything, Lu Sui suddenly raised his eyebrows. He suddenly remembered that Tang San seemed to still owe him something, and now it seemed like it was done, "Give this to her, I'll give you something later, it should be better than this."

Wen Jingle looked at him puzzled.

"Aren't you curious who made this thing?" He said, "You know that person."

Wen Jingle thought for a moment and realized that Lu Sui and he didn't know many people in common, "Is it Tang San and the others?"

Hearing the name Tang San, Chu Moli's ears couldn't help but prick up.

"I should say, it's Tang San."

Wen Jingle was slightly surprised. He had only met Tang San and the others a few times during class. Even though he had thought about learning about Lu Sui's past through them, he had not yet started.

The protagonist is here too? But it’s not surprising if you think about it. Since he is the protagonist, how can he not have to fight monsters, upgrade and auction.

Chu Moli, who was thinking about this, completely forgot that she also held a must-have auction for fantasy heroines.

"Five thousand gold soul coins are given out! Third brother!" In the white area outside the lobby, a little fat man shouted in a suppressed voice, and the mask on his face could not hide the excitement in his eyes.

This money is nothing in the auction house, but they know that Tang San's material cost for doing this will not exceed twenty gold soul coins, and these five thousand are equivalent to pure profits!

Oscar thought of something else. Tang San gave each of them a set of similar hidden weapons. If they were all auctioned, it would be worth a lot of money. He couldn't help but said gratefully: "Xiaosan, thank you."

Yes, the few people in this corner who are wearing masks like most but can't hide their childishness are none other than Shrek.

This auction was so publicized that it wanted everyone to know about it, and it happened to be related to casting, so Tang San naturally wouldn't miss it. Several other people heard about it and also said they wanted to come and see the world. So in addition to Dai Mubai who is still recovering, Zhu Zhuqing who is not interested in these, and Ning Rongrong who returned home because of the evolution of his martial soul, they are all here.

"Oh? Little brother, this weapon originally belonged to you?" A gentle voice suddenly broke in.

They saw an elegant-looking middle-aged man in white looking at them with a smile, no, it should be said that he was looking at Tang San.

Although his attitude was gentle, their intuition told them that this person was not simple, and several people instantly became tense.