Cheng Jiuhe felt a little soft when he saw her playfully calling him daddy. He reached out and touched her hair.
"Watch it next time!"
Mengyu stuck out her tongue: "Yes, Dad!"
At half past twelve, another group of people came to the black market. The one in front was an old gentleman, and the two burly men behind him looked like bodyguards.
Mengyu's heart was beating wildly. These two bodyguards were warriors. Moreover, she estimated that both of them had higher skills than her brother, and were at least high-level warriors!
But she herself is only a second-level warrior. As for cultivating immortals, she is only at the first level of Juyuan. At this stage, her fighting ability is not even as good as that of a warrior.
For some reason, Mengyu had a hunch that these people were here for her.
Cheng Jiuhe also became alert.
The middle-aged man who had collected stall fees from Mengyu and the others hurriedly greeted them: "Mr. Wu, you are here in person."
"Well, Da Tong, where is the bronze sword you mentioned before?"
"Over there"
The middle-aged man Da Tong pointed to Mengyu's stall, but found that there was no bronze sword in Mengyu's stall. There was only a jade bowl, a gemstone bracelet, and a gold pipe placed there.
Several people came to Mengyu's stall. Cheng Jiuhe quickly pulled Mengyu behind him and asked calmly: "What do you want to buy?"
If he hadn't pulled Mengyu behind him, everyone would have praised him for his calmness. But his actions betrayed himself.
The two sturdy Khans stared at him with alert eyes, and they could see that the two stall owners were both warriors.
Although his skills are not as high as theirs, the old man they protect is an ordinary person, so they don't dare to take him lightly!
Mengyu felt very nervous and she miscalculated.
When Da Tong tried to force her to take the bronze sword but then gave up, she should have known that he would not give up so easily.
Now, sure enough, people are here.
I don’t know if he will rob his own antiques.
She was fine on her own. She could at most run away to some place where she could not see her, such as the toilet or behind a tree, and then hide in space.
If it doesn't work, just give them all the antiques.
But what should my brother do?
My brother is a soldier, and soldiers have bloody personalities. Will he allow himself to be so cowardly?
Mr. Wu didn't see the bronze sword and couldn't help but look back at Da Tong.
Da Tong strode towards Meng Yu. He did not look at Cheng Jiu He, but directly asked Meng Yu behind Cheng Jiu He:
"Where's the bronze sword?"
Mengyu looked at him, then at Mr. Wu: "They are not the people you asked to buy my used goods, are they?"
Da Tong nodded and pointed at the old man: "This is Mr. Wu. He likes to collect bronze swords. Take out the sword."
Mengyu looked at Mr. Wu, but did not take out the bronze sword as he said.
Mr. Wu nodded and congratulated Cheng Jiu: "Brother, I heard that you have a bronze sword. Take it out and have a look. If it is genuine, the price can be easily negotiated."
When Cheng Jiuhe heard the words "money is easy to negotiate", he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Mengyu: "Take it out and show it to them."
Mengyu thought: Could it be that they are not here to demand bronze swords, but to buy bronze ware?
Mengyu opened the box, took out a cloth bag from the box, and opened it. Inside were several pieces of bronze: a bronze mirror, a bronze wine bottle, a painted pottery pot with printed patterns, and the bronze sword that Da Tong wanted first.
Mr. Wu's eyes lit up when he looked at those bronze vessels.