"What do you want?"
Tang Yuanzai, who was standing behind the counter, carefully wiped the celadon cup in his hand. When he heard the sound of the door being pushed open, he raised his eyes and asked softly with a slight smile.
Behind Tang Yuan, a dragon embroidered with blue silk thread on the sandalwood screen seemed to come to life. Its calm eyes slowly looked over, and the beard around its mouth seemed to be blown by the wind, and then floated and swam.
What do you want?
What can you exchange for it?
Are you asking me who I am?
I am Tang Yuan
"As long as you want, I have it here, but it's a one-to-one exchange. After all, I am also a businessman. What do you want, do you want to trade with me?"
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The product of imagination is not just romance, but also friendship, family affection, love and hate, giving and receiving, and how many feet are there in the world of mortals.
It will not be updated for the time being. This article is idle for the time being. New pits are welcome to read~