Mo asked what he was going to do next, but what was this wine for?

"Where are we going to buy wine?"

The old man thought that Mo asked and wanted to go to Wangcheng to buy wine.

When the shopkeeper mentioned it just now, when the sea was blue, Mo Wendao was very concerned, and Mo Wendao was not very familiar with the South Styx Island, and it was possible to do that kind of feat.

"Hai Youlan's matter, put it down for the time being, and call the shopkeeper first!"

Mo's answer made the old man breathe a sigh of relief.

Although, Mo asked, it was still the idea of fighting Hai Youlan, at least for now.

"Childe, how many jars do you want to buy?"

The old man did not doubt that Mo asked, the quantity purchased would be too small.

That is, this question, he has to figure it out first before he can give Mo Wenwen advice.

"One or two hundred altars are almost!"

Mo asked, a little estimate.

The wine was taken back as a gift, and he knew so many people, and there was not much left for each of them.

"Childe, get your storage bag ready!"

The old man reminded Mo and asked.

A storage bag, outside of the South Styx, is not very valuable, but on the South Styx, it is relatively rare.

"Hmm!"

Mo asked, leave the matter to the old man to deal with.

When it comes to bargaining, Mo Wenwen is not very good at it, and if someone solves it for him, he is also happy to be idle.

Half an hour later!

Mo Wendao and the old man, found an inn to stay, in a short period of time, Mo Wendao is unlikely to leave here.

"Childe, aren't you going to buy materials?"

The old man asked boldly.

After visiting the market, Mo Wendao didn't buy anything, but entered the restaurant, drank wine once, and bought nearly two hundred jars of wine.

"I'm not fit to go shopping!"

Mo asked and told why.

If he just buys like this, the entire market will be bought by him, that scene is too sensational, not what Mo Wenwen wants.

can only settle the old man first, and then he will buy it alone, with his disguise technique, after buying, and then change back to his original appearance, it is unlikely that anyone will be able to recognize him.

Even if something happens during the purchase, Mo asks a person, and it is easy to escape.

"Then I'll be here, waiting for Childe!"

The old man also understood that he was a burden.

Mo Wenwen was the first time to come to this South Styx Island, but he also knew that he had to act secretly, he followed Mo Wenwen, and the hope of leaving became even greater.

A quarter of an hour later!

In the trading market, a gorgeously dressed teenager came, and at a glance he knew that he was the easiest to fool.

Most of the people who set up stalls here like this kind of rich boy, and doing business with them is the most profitable and the easiest.

In the first stall, Mo Wenwen squatted down, glanced at it a few times, and picked and picked on the stall.

It is impossible for him to buy everything because the things here are relatively rare, and if he wants to buy some, the quality is good.

"Boss, how much does this pile of stuff cost?"

Mo asked directly about the price.

The pile of things he picked out was at least the best part of the mess, and the most valuable part.

"Five top-grade elixirs, any type is fine!"

The owner quoted the price.

According to this price, it is a little higher, and he can almost buy his stall of things.

"Wrap it up separately!"

Mo asked, let the boss pack it.

The price that this boss wants is so expensive.

The problem is, Mo Wendao picks and picks up, and picks out all the things that are about ninety percent of the value of this stall, and the rest are all garbage, give the other party a little compensation, Mo Wendao will still do it.

"Childe, wait a minute!"

The stall owner quickly packed the stuff.

Five top-grade elixirs, the things he sold here for half a year may not be able to sell so much.

I thought that Mo would bargain with him if he asked, but I didn't expect it to be sold at a fixed price.

Seeing Mo asked, he was so generous, and many people also started to sell their own goods, and if they could make a deal, they would make a lot of money.

"Nearly a hundredfold profit!"

Mo asked and sighed silently in his heart.

What he paid was five top-grade spirit pills, and the materials he got were taken back to the mainland, and they could be sold for a hundred times the price.

It's also that there is no here, and it is related to other places, so that Mo Wendao can get such a big bargain.

The second stall!

"Childe, you can choose at will!"

The stall owner's voice seemed a little immature.

This stall owner, a little boy with a haggard face, looked at Mo with some uneasiness and asked, the things in his stall were not very good, and he didn't know if Mo Wenwen would buy it.

It's just more than ten breaths, and Mo asked and finished the selection.

"How many pills do these need?"

Mo asked, first ask about the price.

He knows how much these materials are worth, and he also has to see if the other party is willing to sell them, and if he is not willing, forget it, there is nothing to say.

"Five top-grade spirit pills, it's best to improve your cultivation!"

The little boy made a request.

Hearing the little boy's request, Mo Wenwen frowned, not that the asking price was too high, but that it was too low.

In this one stall, he found a few things, which were not bad, and according to the estimation of the value here, they could be exchanged for at least fifty high-grade spirit pills.

"If it's too much, you can have one less!"

The little boy gritted his teeth and lowered the price.

He has been setting up a stall here for a month, and although Mo asked that it was not, the first one to ask the price was the most likely to buy.

"These are pills, you check them!"

Mo asked, took out two bottles of pills.

Of course, when he took out the elixir, he arranged an illusion, which was aimed at the people around him, so that the elixir that the little boy got would not be peeped at by others.

The two bottles of pills he gave, a total of fifty, the pills for improving cultivation and healing, are all included in it, as for what the little boy is doing with the pills, Mo Wendao is not very clear, and the price he gives must be worthy of himself.

"Too many!"

The little boy only took five pills and wanted to return the rest.

However, Mo Wendao had already sent it out, and seeing that this little boy was not a greedy person, there was no reason to take it back, so he motioned to the little boy to put it away, find a time to leave carefully, and don't let others know.

The third stall, buy!

The fourth stall, buy!

......

Tenth stall!

There are always people who want to get something more.

Among these stalls, there are those who want to get more, there are those who trade fairly, and some who lower the price in order to be able to trade.

"Boss, you have these things, leave them to the destined people!"

Mo asked, shaking his head.

It is said that after the first two stalls, he did not take the initiative to choose first, and only after asking about the situation did he start to choose things, so as not to cause any trouble.

Some unreasonable, as long as you touch his things, it is also very troublesome not to buy them, Mo Wendao is not afraid of trouble, but he doesn't want to make trouble for himself.

In the tenth stall, I met a stall owner with a lion opening his mouth.

Calculated by the value of the outside world, Mo Wendao selected something, selling a hundred high-grade spirit pills, there is no big problem, and if you can sell ten high-grade spirit pills here, it will be considered a high price.

"Childe, two hundred high-grade elixirs are too much, and one hundred and fifty high-grade elixirs are also okay!"

The boss hurriedly lowered the price.

Hearing this price, Mo Wen walked to the next stall, two hundred is too expensive, it can be reduced to one hundred and fifty, Mo Wendao does not have the kindness, let himself lose money.

"Sure enough, someone is going to treat me as a fat sheep!"

Mo asked, silently sighing in his heart.

Along the way, he didn't talk about the price a few times, and every time he paid very happily, and even gave as many pills as the stall owner shouted.

"Come on, someone's making trouble!"

The stall owner of the tenth stall suddenly shouted, and stepped forward to ask Mo.