It's not that there is no one at the corner bun shop, but that some people don't want anyone, so there is no one.

It's just that for the whole family's livelihood, the two children go to the private school, the small shopkeeper of the bun shop, and the thin and not tall man, no one is a particularly sad thing.

In addition, he ran into a big meat bun that had eaten six signatures in a row, but it didn't look like a person who could take out money, and the thin man's face looked even more twisted.

It's just that the very small shopkeeper of this small steamed bun shop is an honest and honest person, otherwise there are two large ancestral storefronts at the intersection of this street, and it would not have become what it is now.

Yang Zhantian's face looked a little helpless, and he took out his pocket that he couldn't take out, a Triple Heaven Monk of the Xuan Emperor of the Three Realms, he could live like him in such an embarrassing appearance, and it could be called the first time in the world, but fortunately, in the world under this mountain, there were few people who would know him Yang Zhantian.

The very small shopkeeper of the small bun shop had white eyes, and sighed lightly, his voice was not hoarse but not very good, but the tone was mixed with a trace of helplessness, which seemed to be particularly deep, standing behind the wooden table that was half a meter long, just as wide as the round bottom of the bun drawer, and only half up to its waist, he waved his hand towards Yang Zhantian and said: "Okay, okay, it's a hard life to see you like this, today is a happy opening, and I won't charge you money." ”

Listening to such words in his ears Yang Zhantian, he had a different general feeling, how awkward he was was how awkward he was, how could he be a three-heaven Xuan Emperor, how could he still seem to have been given alms.

The very small shopkeeper of the small bun shop looked in front of him, wearing a purple robe, like valuable material, but there were all these large and small openings on the robe, and he thought in his heart that he was also a homeless child, and he didn't know where he picked it up to keep out the cold.

There are not many such people in this small city, but there are only a handful of them.

And they are all old faces, that is, the very small shopkeeper of his bun shop usually only has two points and one line between his home and the bun shop, otherwise he will take a little stroll around the small city, the city with a big fart, and there are few people, they will only be familiar faces.

The little shopkeeper of the bun shop looked at the man who seemed to be demented, frowned and asked, "What, you haven't eaten enough?" My lady is coming in a while, but she is not as good as me. ”

Suddenly, a golden ingot was handed over by a slender finger at random, and then placed on the small table of the small shopkeeper of the bun shop.

The gold ingot and the small bun shop are extremely unharmonious, giving people an inexplicable awkward feeling, just like a phoenix falling into a chicken nest, and the Ninety-Five Supreme above the court is sitting in the homes of ordinary people, out of place.

The shopkeeper of the very small bun shop was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't look at the gold ingot, but looked at the man who handed over the gold ingot, both in appearance and clothing, which was the most important thing he had ever seen in his life.

Especially the man's cold face, quite a little bit of a feeling of not being angry but threatening.

So I haven't seen much of the world The shopkeeper of the small steamed bun shop was not dizzy for a while, but he looked flustered and at a loss.

A small shopkeeper in a small town like him only knows that a windfall from the sky will only fly to disaster.

The shopkeeper of the small bun shop, who was stunned for a long time, reacted as if he had figured out something and said: "I said that my shop is not for sale!"

The man who handed over the gold ingot also frowned for no reason and said, "The bun money just now." ”

There are few words, and there is an inexplicable sense of alienation, just like the gold ingot placed on this small bun shop, that man is also incompatible with this small city and the small shopkeeper of this bun shop.

The little shopkeeper of the bun shop was full of embankments at this time.

I came to this bun shop before dawn to work, and the man was also one step ahead of him, or he just didn't know how many steps he was waiting here, maybe an hour or two.

It's just that for the man, Huang Yuncheng, the eldest prince of Huang Kui Kingdom, he waited for a whole night, standing at the street entrance of this bun shop, waiting for his share of the ethereal mountain opportunity, the style of the sky.

The shopkeeper of the little bun shop shook his head like a garlic clove, and said, "No need, the bun just now is counted as a happy opening, and it is not worth a few dollars, so I will give it to this ....... This, sir. ”

The shopkeeper of the little bun is not a stupid person, otherwise why would the other two big shops be gone, and still leave this small shop?

One of the doorways is definitely a learned saying, there is an old saying in the world, called great wisdom and foolishness, and it is probably the small shopkeeper of the small bun shop.

The shopkeeper of the small bun is not the kind of windfall that can make him worry-free for a lifetime, but that kind of thing is not worth it for him, the town is not big, but the shopkeeper of the small bun shop has also seen a lot of family breakdowns, and it is nothing more than money in the matter.

The shopkeeper of the small bun shop does not accept it, Huang Yuncheng is a big prince in the end, and he will naturally not take it down if he says anything, and at this moment, it is not his turn to say anything.

Yang Zhantian looked at the old shopkeeper, and suddenly pinned one hand behind him, and stroked the short beard on his chin with his right hand, quite a bit of a superior demeanor, "Shopkeeper, just now I found that you are full of heaven, with open eyebrows and eyes, and there is a small world in it, a wife and children are harmonious, and the longevity is long, in my opinion, at least above eighty." ”

The little shopkeeper was clever, although in his heart, the words in front of him could be said to be decent and not far from the liar, but this good word, especially when it came to the good words in his heart, who would not want to listen to one or two more sentences.

"Really?"

"Of course, the skill of stealing the sky in the hand of Poor Dao is an ancestral tradition, if it hadn't been framed by someone, Poor Dao would have been like a sage in the stargazing pavilion of the imperial city as a great star official, but now, alas, ......"

Originally, I believed in a small bun shop with four or five points, but now it is difficult to even have one or two points, so the more I talk about it, the more outrageous it is, if he says so, his ancestors still make steamed buns for those old men in the imperial city.

The shopkeeper of the small bun shop first looked left and right, and the sky was bright, and then he had some confidence and said to the middle-aged man in shabby clothes who was full of arrogant words: "Okay, okay, the last one, there will be no more." ”

So the middle-aged man with a smile on his face immediately laughed even more happily and shouted, I want meat.