Chapter Seventy-Five: The Boss
"Bai Wei, where are we going?"
On the crowded street, Qianchao watched Ansu go in more and more confusion.
"Let's get some money first."
Ansu walked about half a meter in front of Qianchao.
"Will you be late for the afternoon game?" Bai Jiaolin released a fruit-picking contest before class, and Chichao was a little worried that he would miss the game at this time.
Ansu continued to walk, full of disapproval? "What kind of competition, it's just a trick to a child to be a coolie."
"Huh?" Qianchao raised his head in confusion, this style of painting is wrong.
"You're already a Jindan sixth-order cultivator, and it's a bit hard to learn." Ansu looked at Qianchao's eyes seriously and said earnestly.
"What is a forced character?" The little friend has become so powerful these days, and Qianchao is a little uncomfortable.
"A strong man must have." An Su hooked the corners of his lips inscrupulably, and Xiao Qianchao nodded with a confused expression.
Durian Xiaolian (red): The little anchor pretended to be addicted to himself, and he also brought the bad guy Xiao Zhengtai.
CatLove (orange): Meow face is confused???
Orange: dry (sang) drift (bing) bright (kuang).
Dear Tiramisu (Orange): Some people look cute, but in fact they are wilted and wilted.
Ansu walked around, and still walked into the treasure pavilion where Qianchao took her that day, she hadn't been to any other place, I don't know, the boss of the treasure pavilion still seems to be very easy to talk.
As soon as the two of them walked into the door of the Treasure Pavilion, the shopkeeper came over to greet them with a smile.
"Guest officer? Need something? β
The small faΓ§ade of the Treasure Pavilion is piled with various magic utensils and dotted with dozens of fluorite lamps, as bright as under the scorching sun.
Ansu spoke in the soft and cute voice of the original owner.
"I have something, do you take it?"
The shopkeeper's eyes flashed, and he smiled and talked to An Su sloppily: "My treasure pavilion is mainly to buy weapons and magic weapons, this ......"
"To accept or not to receive?" Ansu was tired of his nonsense, and slapped something on the table, soft but domineering, "Don't accept me to find someone else." β
The shopkeeper glanced at the things in An Su's hand, and hurriedly said, "Collect!" Definitely receive! β
Ansu was already anxious to see the shopkeeper, and he no longer went around in circles: "A thousand high-grade spirit stones, about a hundred, the quality is uneven, but I guarantee that you will not lose." β
"This ...... I don't have so many spirit stones for a while, can you take a look at the goods first, and let me make up for it? β
The shopkeeper thought carefully, this little doll is holding a high-grade spirit plant, and it will be handed over to them to operate, and ten of them can be sold for the price of a thousand high-grade spirit stones, but if it is really to be traded, the price has to be killed.
An Su gently withdrew the spirit plant in his hand, and said regretfully: "I don't have money, I'll go to the next one." β
When the shopkeeper heard this, he was really anxious!
"Yes, yes, yes!"
An Su carefully investigated the shopkeeper and found that he was only the strength of the middle stage of Jindan, and out of respect and safety, he asked softly: "Where do you put the things?" β
"Wait a minute, I'll arrange it."
The shopkeeper arranged Ansu and Qianchao in a small room, and called the little maid to make tea for them.
Qianchao took a sip of the tea handed over by the maid, and waited for the maid to withdraw before cautiously asking Ansu:
"Bai Wei, where did you get so many good things?"
Ansu grabbed a handful of unknown dried fruits on the table and asked, "Do you want them?" β
Chishio nodded, he wanted it.
"In addition to the hundred that I sold them, I have a lot more."
"Can you sell it to me?" Qianchao's face was overjoyed, and he looked at Ansu with a serious face.
"Send you, I picked it up in the Bright World."
Hearing this, a thousand tides were like being struck by lightning.
In the light world, not only did he break through the Mahayana overnight, but he also picked up so many high-level spiritual plants?
"No, no, no! I can't take yours for nothing. Chishio shook his head.
"I don't have a hard time picking it up, just ask me to have a meal to replenish my strength."
Qianchao smirked twice, and hurriedly nodded in agreement, "It's okay to eat for a year!" β
Ansu can eat but is not picky, a high-grade spirit stone is estimated to be enough to eat for a year, and Qianchao is not at a loss.
"Add sugar gourds." Ansu remembered that she still had something to eat, and added.
"Okay!"
The two happily agreed, and began to wait quietly for the shopkeeper to return.
The shopkeeper went for about an hour, and when he came, he took two Qiankun bags, one was very precise, which was used to hold Ansu's spirit plants, and the other was filled with a thousand high-grade spirit stones, which were for Ansu.
An Su took out a hundred spirit plants from the space and handed them to the shopkeeper, and after the shopkeeper carefully counted them, the two left the treasure pavilion under the happy eyes of the shopkeeper.
"I'll take you to a house, it's delicious." Seeing that Ansu was about to turn around to the place where the two had eaten last time, Qianchao quickly stopped her.
"This one will do."
Qianchao resolutely disagreed, "You give me so many good things, how can I invite you to eat this?" β
"This meal is delicious." The sugar gourd in Qianchao's arms popped out a small head and sucked a mouthful of non-existent saliva.
The three raised their hands to vote, and Qianchao couldn't beat Ansu and Sugar Gourd, and finally chose to compromise, you can invite delicious food whenever you want, let the little friends eat first.
The two walked into the small broken restaurant, and when they collapsed on the threshold, the same "squeak" sound as last time came as scheduled.
It was the middle of the afternoon, and the sun was pouring into the dining room through the huge windows, making it extra warm.
It shouldn't be a place to eat, but the small restaurant was overcrowded, and Ansu and Qianchao only found a place in a corner.
Soon ordered a meal with the help of Xiao Er, and the quiet was incompatible with the noisy restaurant.
In the boiling sound, a big man's voice was particularly loud, his voice was rough, and he poked a few little two unscrupulously.
"Hey, the white-horned immortal venerable of Tianshuimen, who spoke, slept with the head of the mandarin bamboo, do you know."
Xiao Er nodded expressionlessly, "I guess everyone knows about it." β
These words were said by Yuanzhu in public, and they were heard countless times by Shuimen in broad daylight, and after an afternoon, the speed of transmission was very fast.
"Your boss isn't angry?" The big man smiled sheepishly, and the people around him quieted down because of his words, and they all pricked up their ears to listen to Xiao Er's reply, for fear of missing the biggest gossip of the year.
Xiao Er disagreed, and continued to wipe his desk, "Our boss is about to have a godfather, why are you angry?" β
"Fuck! What do you mean? The big man slapped the table violently, and there was a feeling of being pitted?
"That's what it means." Xiao Er finished wiping the table and served tea to several guest officers with a smile.
Dahan felt that he could still save it, so he asked with disbelief: "Your bragging boss lady is your boss's mother?" β
"Aang? The head of Xuanyimen is our boss godmother, how majestic it is to say it. β
Xiao Er is majestic, and the faces of the people in the restaurant are very exciting.
Even the audience in the live broadcast room who watched too many bloody dramas was shocked.
Wu Xiangsheng (orange): The boss β the boss lady, no problem, no problem.
Today the wood is slag again (red): I was speechless in surprise.
Porridge (red): I can only describe my current mood in a groan.
Durian Lotus (Red): Rivals in love become father and son, cow!