Chapter 10: Fingers that look like them

They were chatting energetically, the woman's words had no beginning or end, and the accent was heavy, they couldn't understand it at all, only Wu Xie noticed the woman's two fingers that looked like stuffy oil bottles.

Duo Qi was stunned for a moment and asked, "Ah, what is the answer?" Is it homegrown? ”

The woman saw that we couldn't understand, so she changed her accent to Mandarin and asked, "I mean do you want to buy some local products, our apples here are very sweet." ”

Because Wu Xie had been here last time, he knew very well that the earth goods were referring to the underworld artifact. He didn't warn them, though. People in the south are indifferent, except for sales, few people will talk to people on the side of the road casually, Wang Baqiu and a few people didn't know how to react for a while and turned their eyes to Wu Xie.

Wu Xie rolled his eyes, learned the woman's emphasis, and said, "We are here to travel, how much is your apple a catty?" ”

The woman smiled euphemistically: "It's not expensive, ten yuan and five catties, all of them are big, sweet and good." ”

They really understood this sentence from Wang Baqiu, and he waved his hand: "Thank you, we don't need it, we are not interested in local products." ”

The woman didn't say anything more, and left in a daze.

Wu Xie looked at the woman's back and fell into a trance, those two long fingers could only be seen from the angle from which Wu Xie was sitting, so she deliberately approached him and let her see it. So, what is her purpose?

The people of the Zhang family came to find themselves after the stuffy oil bottle entered the bronze gate? Did you want to persuade him to enter the bronze door and change the little brother to come out? So why didn't they show up in the first place? After so many years of searching for memories in the little brother, will these people with memories not be able to find him?

Kirin smiled, and Hades detoured. This is the highest praise of the dumb Zhang on the road, so it is impossible for them not to inquire about the unique unicorn tattoo, if it is not for the stuffy oil bottle, why would they approach me?

Wu Xie followed the woman's back, watching her shuttle between different tables to sell local products, he paid special attention to the tables she had approached, maybe it was too far away, and he didn't find anything special.

"Be careful, that woman is not simple." Wu Xie looked at Wang Baqiu and said lightly.

"The little third master will actually remind us with words!" Wang Baqiu looked at Wu Xie in surprise, but he was suspicious by nature, which also fell into Wu Xie's arms, but this is also a later story.

"Believe it or not." Wu Xie glanced at him indifferently, and began to eat without talking and chewing slowly.

Those who can come here are probably going to the bronze tree, and those who can make the Zhang family go out are probably related to the ultimate. The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, although Wu Xie is also curious about who the mysterious person standing behind Wang Baqiu is, but now even the Zhang family has jumped out, it seems that this time the troubled water is not good.

This is also thanks to the previous experience of going to the ground, Wu Xie will also be apprehensive in his heart now, but he is also much calmer. His life was not in danger until his purpose was achieved.

"In public, she can't do anything to us." Stone said with a smile.

Duo Qi glanced at the stone coldly, but did not speak. He nodded at Wang Baqiu, and no one went to argue with the stone, so they waited for Wu Xie to finish eating silently, and then went back to the guest house.

The next day, they got up before five o'clock, and because they had the ability to materialize, they traveled lightly, and Wu Xie once again marched towards the largest dragon vein in China.

Because Wu Xie had already come to Qinling before. So this time he walked at the front of the team, and when he came two years ago, he still followed the old itch, thinking about the two years between things and people, and his heart was desolate.