"Sister Qingyuan, please wake up! This person is eavesdropping on our conversation and has an ulterior motive. Do you actually believe him?"
Seeing this scene, the expression on the young man's face changed again and again. He pulled the woman in black behind him and confronted Zhang Zhuo with all his strength.
"Go away, you are not welcome here! Don't force me to challenge you to a gambling fight!"
Zhang Zhuo was a little surprised by the young man's toughness, but he was not deterred at all. He became full of energy and asked provocatively:
"Oh? Do you think I will be afraid of you?"
Unexpectedly, seeing the conflict between the young man and Zhang Zhuo about to begin, the woman in black not only did not appreciate it, but instead broke away his hand and rushed to Zhang Zhuo, apologizing and begging:
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...can you really help me save him? He is really important to me. As long as you can save him...I can promise you anything!"
"Sister Qingyuan!"
Seeing that the woman in black seemed to be obsessed with Zhang Zhuo after seeing her, the young man became even more angry. His eyes towards Zhang Zhuo became cloudy and uncertain. For a long time, he didn't know what he thought of before he gradually calmed down.
"You must have your own purpose for coming here late at night. Why don't you tell me first, what qualifications do you have to interfere in our business?"
Hearing this, Zhang Zhuo finally nodded in approval, walked over to a high-top table and sat down. A crimson token quickly solidified in his palm, and then disappeared in the horrified gazes of the two people.
"Beimang Ling? You are the Beimang Order!"
At this time, the two people in front of them were finally moved.
Especially the woman in black, as if she had grasped a life-saving straw, she fell downright in front of Zhang Zhuo and cried with joy.
Even the young man who had always been hostile to Zhang Zhuo before said a respectful fist salute to Zhang Zhuo without saying a word, and hurriedly apologized:
"I didn't know that the Beimang sequencers were coming. I was reckless. I'm sorry! My name is Wang Hui, ranked 113 on the honor list. This is my cousin Mu Qingyuan, ranked 145 on the honor list..."
Zhang Zhuo knew that the other party reported his name and his honor point ranking in order to tactfully ask for his Beimang serial number.
After all, there is a big difference between the top ten people in the Beimang sequence and the top 100 people in the Beimang sequence.
However, he did not want to reveal more information without asking the whole story clearly and without clearing up the details of the transaction.
Facing the expectant looks of the two people, Zhang Zhuo just asked indifferently:
"What? Do you two think this Beimang Order is not qualified enough?"
After sensing the displeasure in Zhang Zhuo's words, Mu Qingyuan was so frightened that she trembled all over and quickly wanted to bow down to Zhang Zhuo again.
"No, no, no, Brother Sequencer, we are just excited for the moment and have no other intentions... As long as you are willing to help, no matter what you want, we will definitely give it to you!"
In the past, Wang Hui might have argued, but now that the Beimang sequencer was in front, it was rare for him not to refute, and even nodded in agreement, showing a hint of expectation.
Zhang Zhuo raised his hand and motioned for Mu Qingyuan to sit aside. The woman's startled look made him feel very stressed.
After all, his primary purpose is to trade. If the transaction does not go smoothly, there is no need to continue talking.
"First take out your third-level ice monster advancement materials and take a look. We'll talk about the rest later."
"Ah...how do you know I have..."
When the two heard this, their expressions suddenly changed. How could they not know that Zhang Zhuofang must have heard their conversation and came here.
The key is that they have no idea how long Zhang Zhuo listened to them or how many of their secrets he knew.
"Are you Beimang 73?"
Wang Hui was the first to react. After exclaiming, he found that Zhang Zhuo ignored him and quickly bumped Mu Qingyuan, who was still dazed, with his arm and reminded him softly:
"Sister Qingyuan, hurry up and take out the third-order ice-milk egg. Since this big brother is interested in this thing, that's a good thing!"
There was something behind Wang Hui's words, and it took Mu Qingyuan a while to hear the underlying meaning.
If Zhang Zhuo wanted nothing, that would be the most terrifying thing.
If Zhang Zhuo really came here for this third-order ice-milk egg, then everything would be fine.
After thinking about this, Mu Qingyuan's beautiful eyes gradually brightened, and with a flash of light in her palm, there was already a third-order ice egg filled with cold light.
Zhang Zhuo scanned it briefly with the system and confirmed that although this monster egg carried average acquired talents and even had many negative entries, it was undoubtedly a third-level ice monster egg.
Since Beimang 73 also chose to follow the path of atavistic evolution, the acquired talent carried in this third-order ice-milk egg is irrelevant.
You must know that atavistic evolution can only slightly improve the original bloodline of the main pet, and cannot inherit the bloodline talent and acquired talent of devouring materials.
In other words, this third-order ice-milk egg and a third-order mutated ice python egg have exactly the same meaning to Beimang 73.
The key is that there is only this third-level ice monster egg in the entire Jintian Reservoir area, so its value can be imagined.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhuo just stared at the third-order ice-milk egg for a while, and Mu Qingyuan, who was sitting next to her, cried "Wow" and immediately stunned Zhang Zhuo.
Immediately, he handed the third-order ice-milk egg back to her and said calmly:
"What does Miss Mu mean by this? I am indeed here for this monster egg, but I am only here to trade with you, not to rob it. You don't have to do this."
It's true that he wants to earn honor points, but it may not be inevitable. If the other party refuses to sell or extorts money, he will not hang himself from a tree.
Seeing Zhang Zhuo's displeasure, Wang Hui on the side became anxious and quickly explained to Mu Qingyuan.
"Alas... Brother Sequencer, you have misunderstood Sister Qingyuan. Sister Qingyuan really misses people after seeing things... This third-order ice-milk egg is exactly what we, together with Yu Jun, found at the Yuanwu Island Monster Beast Battlefield. The proceeds from the adventure. And Yu Jun's whereabouts were also unknown in that adventure... Sister Qingyuan and Brother Yu Jun were childhood sweethearts. They had just reached the stage of talking about marriage, but they encountered an accident and lost Brother Yu Jun forever... Therefore, In his heart, this ice cream egg is the last thought Yu Jun left for her..."
Unexpectedly, before Wang Hui finished speaking, Mu Qingyuan, who was lying on the table crying and crying, suddenly lost control of her emotions again. She seemed to be crazy and shouted hysterically at Wang Hui:
"No, Yu Jun is not dead! He said that no matter where he is, he will wait for me! I know that he is not dead, he is in pain now, and he is waiting for me to save him..."
Mu Qingyuan's voice became hoarse and hoarse, and two lines of tears streamed down her dry and cracked mouth, which was overflowing with blood, and she suddenly didn't realize it.
The whole person was staring ahead in despair, repeating these words as if talking to himself.
Seeing that there was not much time left before the trade fair started, Zhang Zhuo knew that he could not ask anything about the woman's current situation, so he immediately called Wang Hui aside and said seriously:
"Can you make the decision to trade this third-order ice-milk egg for her? If you can, please talk about what happened on Yuanwu Island. If not, just pretend that I have never been here."
