"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all my fault!"

Seeing the pitiful appearance of the monkey with tears in his eyes, Jiang Quinoa held back a smile and apologized to it.

"You know it's your fault!"

The monkey snorted aggrievedly, turned around and aimed at Jiang Quinoa with his butt, not wanting to talk to her, but as soon as it turned around, it revealed its bare monkey buttocks.

"Poof!"

Jiang Quinoa really didn't hold back, and laughed again.

"Ahh

This really stabbed the hornet's nest, and the monkey broke down and screamed a few times, and scurried around the house.

The already tattered ornaments were suddenly destroyed even more completely, and there was nothing left.

Jiang Quinoa rubbed the corners of his forehead, looked at the mess in the room and smiled bitterly.

I hope that the shopkeeper of this inn will not open her mouth widely, and she still wants to fight for the Heavenly Pill!

She stopped the monkey jumping up and down and told it to call the shopkeeper.

"This ...... It's ......"

After the shopkeeper came, he was also taken aback by the appearance in front of him, fortunately, every room has an isolation formation, otherwise it would be more than this room that would be destroyed.

Who did this little girl fight with in the house?

His eyes fell on the loveless monkey on the side, and the "incriminating evidence" on its body was all accusing the little girl of "evil deeds".

When he looked up again, the shopkeeper's eyes looking at Jiang Quinoa had changed.

looked at a very weak and kind girl, but she actually abused her spirit beast.

"Shopkeeper, how many spirit stones are there?"

Jiang Quinoa couldn't say that this scene was caused by practice, so he could only ask him to make a price with a smile.

"It's all worthless things, as long as that bed is more expensive, you can give a thousand low-grade spirit stones!"

The shopkeeper didn't open his mouth, he also knew that these people were coming for the auction, and their inn also belonged to Canglong Commercial House, and the money would go to his own hands anyway.

And this little girl doesn't look like a rich master by any means......

"Shopkeeper, can there be a little less? You know, we don't have much money for casual training. ”

Jiang Quinoa opened his innocent eyes and bargained, after all, the current spirit stone is very important.

It's a pity that she is not good at bargaining, and after talking for a long time, she didn't lose half a spirit stone, and finally gave a thousand yuan obediently.

Jiang Quinoa didn't dare to practice in the inn now, for fear of losing a few thousand yuan.

She wanted to call the monkey out for a walk, but the monkey felt faceless because of the scarcity of hair, and sadly hid in the corner to remember its past handsomeness.

Jiang Quinoa was not reluctant to go out alone, and he didn't walk out of the inn for a day or two, and the outside was already different.

The lobby of the inn was full of monks, and everyone was discussing it enthusiastically, and the main theme was the auction in a few days.

Walking out of the inn, the streets were filled with monks from all over the world, and even the business of the shops on the street improved.

Jiang Quinoa had nothing to do, so he wanted to increase his knowledge and walked into those shops.

Listening to the continuous introduction of those little two, she really knew a lot of new things, especially some strange-shaped magic weapons, which were very surprising.

She listened with relish, and asked a few questions from time to time, and Xiao Er answered patiently and enthusiastically.

In the end, she was really embarrassed to let her family work in vain, and gave a tip of a few spirit stones before leaving.

Jiang Quinoa walked on the road, and occasionally saw something novel on the side of the road, he would come up to take a look, and he sighed more and more in his heart that the cultivation realm was vast and rich.

Suddenly, there was a commotion ahead, as if someone was pulling something.

The monks who were watching the bustle quickly gathered around and asked curiously what had happened to the others.

Sure enough, there is no shortage of people who love to watch the excitement wherever they go.

Jiang Quinoa wanted to leave, but thought that he happened to have nothing to do, so he also went up.

She is still short in the crowd at a height of 1.6 meters, and she doesn't dare to use her divine sense in front of a group of seniors casually, so she can only look for the gap between the monks and look in.

Because the divine consciousness passes over others, it is easy for others to see it as a provocation or a probe, especially for high-ranking monks, who will find it offensive and cause trouble for themselves.

"Senior, please, please, that's a relic left to me by my mother, please give it back to me......"

An old man with gray hair fell to his knees and kept kowtowing to another man.

Jiang Quinoa could only see the man's back, one meter eight tall, dressed in green clothes, and tall.

"Please, senior...... As long as you give me back your things, let me be a cow and a horse!" ”

"Please!"

The white-haired old man was teary-eyed and begging, as if seeing that the other party was indifferent, he kowtowed heavily directly to the man, looking very pitiful.

Many of the monks around him showed sympathetic looks, and also accused the man of being indifferent and ruthless.

The white-haired old man was already ninety years old, but he was only a Qi cultivator, and he didn't have a few years to live.

But this man is only twenty years old, and he is already a monk in the early stage of foundation building, and he can also see that his family background is not expensive when he is dressed in clothes, why doesn't he know how to be kind and rob other people's things?

The gossip around her got into Jiang Quinoa's ears, and she didn't draw conclusions at will, but she also felt that the old man was quite pitiful.

The ninety-year-old is called the twenty-year-old senior.

"Hey, boy, just give him something, look at him for such a pitiful sake, don't worry too much about him!"

A monk in the middle of the foundation building took the initiative to come out and say good things for the white-haired old man.

With him taking the lead, others followed suit, anyway, they don't need to take that thing, it's just a mouthful, why not?

"That's right, you can give it back to him, you see that he doesn't have a few years to live, so take it as a good deed!"

"You see that your magic robe is going to be worth his belongings for a lifetime, why bother with him?"

"Give it to him, you see his head is broken, it's really pitiful......"

"You shouldn't have taken other people's things in the first place, it's a relic left by someone's mother!"

The more they talked, the more excited they became, and the persuasion at the beginning slowly turned into accusations, and they wanted to immediately escort the man to return the things to the old man.

Looking at their behavior, Jiang Quinoa inexplicably thought of a word: moral kidnapping.

The essence of generosity to others, but they play it clearly.

So, how will this person choose?

So far, he hasn't said a word.

Jiang Quinoa stared at his back, wondering if he would obey everyone's wishes and return the things.

"You're all done?"

After the man patiently finished speaking, he slowly opened his mouth.

The white-haired old man looked at him with his blood-covered head and a sad face, and finally crawled to his feet and cried loudly.

This scene is really pitiful for anyone who sees it.