Chapter 1168 Encounter with the Fisherman

"Thank you."

After getting the answer he wanted, Ye Fan quickly bowed his hands, then stood up and pouted at Qiongqi.

"Huh, huh, huh, let's go."

"What the hell!" Qiongqi was furious: "I turned into a dog, do you really think I'm a dog?!"

"I won't leave!"

"It's realistic, you're still angry." Ye Fan replied, stretched out his hand to grab the back of Qiongqi's neck, and walked away.

"A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated!" Qiongqi struggled violently, and the man and the dog walked on the road, attracting the attention of many people.

Snap, snap.

And soon, Ye Fan's slap fell, and Qiongqi finally quieted down.

"I find that you can't live without being slapped now."

Walking on the road, Ye Fan looked at the silent Qiongqi and smiled: "What's wrong, has your personality...beast dignity been hurt again?"

"Alas." Qiongqi sighed: "Beasts have to bow their heads under the eaves."

"I didn't ask you to bow your head, it was you who wanted to play abstraction." Ye Fan replied, and picked up Qiongqi again.

"Okay, it's okay to play abstraction at home, but you should pay attention to your image outside."

"You are coaxing a child." Qiongqi grinned: "Damn..."

"Stop swearing." Ye Fan pressed Qiongqi's mouth, "Have some manners, okay? You are the leader of the four evils."

"I'll teach you manners..." Qiongqi resisted again, and as Ye Fan's slap rose again, it smiled: "Okay Ye Fan, I will try my best to pay attention."

After speaking, Qiongqi turned his head away and whispered: "You are already one of the four evils, and you still need to have manners. This job is really difficult."

"... When Master Zhang taught you, your blood pressure must have been very high every day." Ye Fan had no choice but not to scold him. He held Qiongqi and quietly disappeared to the side of the street.

The turtle breathing method given by the general is quite useful. As the originator of the hidden secret method, it is like having an extra invisibility technique.

Soon, with the flow of people, Ye Fan came to the North City Miscellaneous Market mentioned by the old man.

It is called a miscellaneous market, but from the appearance, it looks more like a giant garbage dump.

There are all kinds of things thrown here, and there are many valuable things among them.

"It's a bit like the human treasure house." Qiongqi looked at the scene in front of him and said.

It was in the human treasure house that he met Ye Fan and walked all the way here.

"But these things are not as precious as the human treasure house." Ye Fan replied, shaking his head.

When they returned to Kyoto, the alliance princes valued the human treasure house the most. Although he went ahead, he went to prison, gave up the right to divide the human treasure house, and got the sword beast and a considerable number of good talents.

"I don't know where those treasures went at the beginning. I'm afraid most of them are missing." Looking at the sundry market in front of him, Ye Fan walked in.

"Brother, how much are the things here?" Just after entering the entrance, Ye Fan saw a young brother, who was leaning on a rocking chair like the old man just now, squinting slightly, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"What are you selling?" Hearing Ye Fan's words, the young elder brother was puzzled and waved his hand: "Just take it away."

"Take it directly?"

"If you don't want to, you can just throw something away." The elder brother said, but he didn't think Ye Fan's question was strange, just as if he was a child who had never seen the world, "There are millions of miscellaneous items here, it doesn't matter whether you take them or not."

"Millions, so luxurious?" Ye Fan was stunned when he heard it.

So many things, if all the miscellaneous resources are used up, it is enough for a genius to grow.

"What's luxurious about things that every household has." The elder brother said, turning sideways, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"This is too relaxing." Seeing the elder brother's look, Ye Fan didn't say anything else. There was surprise in his eyes, but he could understand it.

Most people are still lazy by nature. They can get a lot of resources without leaving home, which can easily make people lose motivation and no longer want to work hard.

"Relax." Qiongqi was very interested in these sundries at this time. His small body was moving forward quickly, and at the same time, he looked left and right, with a curious look.

"Ye Fan, look..."

"Don't talk." Ye Fan quickly picked up Qiongqi. The fisherman might be here. Qiongqi can talk, which can easily make the other party alert.

"In such a big place, the fisherman might not even know where he is. Be more careful."

Holding Qiongqi's mouth, Ye Fan walked in this wide sundries market, and at the same time, he slowly calmed down his mind.

"What is this?" While walking, Ye Fan picked up a communicator casually, "The communicator is also thrown here? Broken?"

As he said, Ye Fan pressed the switch of the communicator. The next moment, the communicator shook, but it blew out strong hot air.

"Hair dryer?" Ye Fan was stunned, his eyes moved to the hair dryer on the side, reached out and picked it up, pressed it, and a buzzing sound rang out.

"Razor?"

Ye Fan's eyes were a little strange, and he picked up the razor on the side again, "What about this time?"

Click.

The switch of the razor was turned on, and this time, a small light screen opened, and it was the image projection of the communicator.

"Can this be used?" Ye Fan was suspicious, but at a glance, he saw the list of contacts.

There were only a few names, but among them, there was someone Ye Fan was very familiar with.

The King of the North.

"Good guy, you are everywhere." Seeing this name, Ye Fan already understood.

The King of the North has placed his own spies here.

"Sure enough, he is a cunning person." Thinking of the Northland King's appearance of not knowing anything during the discussion a few days ago, Ye Fan felt a flash of caution in his heart.

"Try calling." After a little fumbling, Ye Fan became familiar with how to use the communicator, pressed it for a while, and successfully dialed out the communicator.

"Hello." The communicator didn't ring a few times, but a familiar voice sounded over there.

"What's the situation in the city now?"

"Everything is fine." Ye Fan replied in a changed voice.

"Who are you?" This changing voice aroused the vigilance of the other party, "Where is Zhanjiang? Let him talk to me?"

"Zhanjiang." A name appeared, and Ye Fan quickly wrote it down, "He..."

Just as he opened his mouth, the person on the other end hung up the communicator without giving Ye Fan a chance to continue.

"So alert." Ye Fan narrowed his eyes.

This King of the North almost killed himself to death at the beginning.

"This is just what I bumped into. I don't know how many other arrangements there are."

After thinking about it, Ye Fan casually put the communicator away and was about to move forward when Qiongqi in his arms suddenly nudged Ye Fan, looking nervous.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Qiongqi's strange behavior, Ye Fan also became alert and quickly looked up.

No one was seen, but a huge fishing rod appeared in sight.

"What are you going to catch with such a big fishing rod?" The target person had appeared, and Ye Fan suddenly slowed down.

The fishing rod did not move, and the fisherman was obviously standing still. Ye Fan looked at the fishing rod and slowly walked over there.

And in not much time, with the fishing rod right in front of him, around the corner, Ye Fan saw the fisherman who was picking items with his back to him.

"So young." Seeing the fisherman, Ye Fan had a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He originally thought that a mythical person like the fisherman would be senile, but when he saw it, he looked like a young man full of energy.

Wearing a well-dressed suit, carrying a fishing rod on his back, he was carefully selecting the sundries in front of him, completely unaware of Ye Fan's arrival.

"Are you choosing bait or something?" Ye Fan pretended to choose items on the other side, while quietly observing the fisherman.

This super dragon master who controls twenty half-emperors is actually holding a bag of feed and inspecting it repeatedly.

"Why are they all made of soybeans?" The fisherman expressed his own doubts at this moment. His voice was also very young, crisp and powerful: "Aren't they made of corn and barley?"

As he spoke, the fisherman turned around, and the huge fishing rod also turned to the other side.

"Uh, you." When he turned around, the fisherman saw Ye Fan and stopped.

"It's broken." Ye Fan secretly said something bad and became tense.

"You..." The fisherman looked at Ye Fan and seemed to hesitate. After a while, he stretched out his hand.

"Is the feed you have over there made of barley?"