The owner of the wonton stall is not a very bold person, but he saw that Xiao Duan was too arrogant just now, so he fished six black-hearted meat wontons for him, and he was afraid that he would be poisoned if he ate too much.

Xiao Duan slapped the table with a snap and scolded angrily: "What are you doing to make a wonton grinding and chirping, my dignified three-star martial artist sent you a few wontons for money." Are you old and dizzy, you can't even catch a wonton, I told you not to put me less, I will smash your stall if there is one less. ”

He crackled and scolded, feeling like a brain-dead villain in some fantasy novel.

The three-star martial artist in the martial arts hall, bullying an old man who set up a stall in the early morning, no matter how you look at it, he is the kind of villain who can't survive three chapters. If this is put in the fantasy world, it is estimated that it will have to be cleaned up by the protagonist, and maybe he will have to step on him to rise.

But this is not a fantasy world, and the breakfast stall owner is not a master hermit. The only way he could take revenge on Xiao Duan was to ruthlessly put more than a dozen black-hearted wontons in the same bowl.

I thought to myself that you are not a three-star martial artist, you are not a cow pen, it is strange to see that you don't have diarrhea when you eat it.

Hey, that's it!

Seeing more than a dozen wontons with flashing green numbers all entered his bowl, Xiao Duan was overjoyed. It's like marrying a yellow flower girl, don't want to be beautiful!

"Whose wonton did I eat just now, pay you back!" As he spoke, he also picked out the few remaining wontons without energy value in the bowl with a spoon and put them in other bowls, posing as if he was giving to others.

"Wow, isn't it just a few wontons, what are you cows?"

"yes, where did you come from!"

"Hey, don't leave if you have the ability."

The few uncles who ate really couldn't help it, even if it was a three-star martial artist, they wouldn't bring such humiliation. You snatched our wontons to eat, and it was right to come back, why did you still put on a high-minded appearance.

Xiao Duan didn't care how angry they were, he ate more than a dozen wontons in one go, earning a wave of energy points. I looked at the top of the heads of several uncles, all gray 000......

Cut, it's really boring, I thought you had a temper, at least it had to be red -0.1, -0.1 or something, and it turned out that you couldn't even bring a little negative energy.

Xiao Duan summed up a lesson that not everyone's mood swings can bring positive energy, and not everyone's mood swings can bring negative energy. If you want to collect energy points through mood swings, you need to do some research.

Just now, if there are really red numbers such as -0.1 or even -0.2 on the heads of those uncles, Xiao Duan promised to invite each of them to eat a bowl of fresh wontons on the spot, and when the time comes, they will change their mood, and they can harvest a series of positive energy of +0.1 and +0.2.

Since they are bullied so that they have no temper, then forget it. This kind of old man who can't get a fart with three sticks, what else can he expect from them.

Xiao Duan finished eating his wontons and quickly slipped away, leaving a group of uncles there scolding. His way of provoking right and wrong is cheap, if he is seen by the senior brother, he will definitely have to be reprimanded. If my wife sees it, I'm afraid I'll have to spank it.

In the process of running, he also rubbed his buttocks, how did he feel as if he had really been beaten.

Because this body is not small, he is not sure if he has been beaten by his wife. But the faint pain from muscle memory seemed to suggest something.

Today, I originally wanted to come to Lao Wang next door to exchange some black scorpions, centipedes and other things, but I didn't expect to meet the black-hearted stall owner. As a result, because I ate a bowl of wontons, I earned more than 20 energy points in vain. The vegetable market is really a place where the dragon and the tiger are hidden, and you have to come and go around often in the future.

Xiao Duan was thinking about this, and when he looked up, he saw that Lao Wang had already started to set up a stall in the south. It's still the old rule, there are dried radishes and dried sweet potatoes outside, pretending to be selling agricultural and sideline products. Then there were several sacks beside him, and the contents were not for strangers to see. Those who know the situation will naturally look for him to buy it.

"Uncle Wang, how many goods did you bring this time, I want to change more."

is already familiar with the old king next door, so Xiao Duan doesn't beat around the bush. He had only brought three bottles of Pulse-1 with him this time, and the rest were all empty.

If Lao Wang brought more black scorpions or something, he would make a few more bottles of Pulsating No. 1 on the spot to exchange. If the other party doesn't bring much, then don't make too much yourself. Because every time it is manufactured, it will cause the energy value of its own reserves to decrease.

When you have 1,000 energy points in your body, you feel full of power. But if you consume more than half of it, you will feel that your body has been hollowed out.

Xiao Duan is really bold enough to make a Pulse No. 1 shot on the black market scene. Those who make fakes are looking for a sparsely populated place and making a small workshop to secretly produce them. He's good enough to make it right in front of the client.

"It's not a lot, let's take a look first!" Lao Wang next door is also familiar with Xiao Duan and does not shy away from him.

This small section is strange, others pick scorpions, centipedes or whatevers, and generally like the more shriveled ones. He prefers goods that are thick and strong, and are heavily polluted by anomalous energy.

Xiao Duan was there to pick up the goods, and Lao Wang next door took the opportunity to secretly observe him. I thought that this stinky boy was shipped fast enough, and forty black scorpions were sold so quickly. And he took another pocket of Pulse No. 1, and I don't know where he found the source of the goods.

In the mind of Lao Wang next door, Xiao Duan must have bought a cheap Pulse No. 1 from a special channel, and then exchanged it with him for a black scorpion, and then sold the black scorpion at a high price to make a profit.

Where did he think that Xiao Duan's Pulse No. 1 was made by himself, and the black scorpion in exchange was not sold at a high price, but eaten all by himself.

"Uncle Wang, the quality of your goods this time is not good."

Xiao Duan closed the mouth of the sack, and then shook his head in disappointment. The last time I came, there were a lot of contaminated black scorpions in Lao Wang's sack next door. But this time, most of them are normal scorpions, centipedes, turtles, etc.

These normal medicinal materials are of little use to him, and he is not a real drug dealer.

Lao Wang next door was a little dumbfounded when he heard this, thinking that the quality of the medicinal materials I brought this time was good. Seeing that you are a regular customer, I will sell you a good one, how can it be said that the quality is not good. This kid can't be sick in his brain, who the hell did he sell those contaminated medicinal herbs to?

"Boy, you won't harm anyone if you take my medicine, if you have anything else, don't confess me."

The old Wang next door was very fine, so he picked himself up first, so as not to be implicated in a small paragraph.