Wanwan completely let go of herself in the flower and bird market, as if she had entered her own small garden, looking at all kinds of rare flowers and flowers for a while.

"Brother, this pot of flowers is beautiful, that tree is also beautiful, and it can bear fruit and eat~"

Wanwan stopped in front of an orange tree and looked up at the leafy fruit trees.

She crouched down, furrowed her little brow, and touched the trunk of the orange tree.

Xia Zhihuai saw her stop suddenly, bent down to look at the orange tree, then looked at the serious look on her face, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"The little orange is complaining, it says it doesn't like the little black pot, it's uncomfortable to stay inside."

Xia Zhihuai listened inexplicably to the fairy tales, but the world of children should be imaginative.

Xia Zhihuai didn't think much about it, and thought for two seconds to comfort: "When the little orange tree meets a suitable buyer, it can move and no longer have to live in such a narrow flower pot." ”

Wanwan's eyes suddenly brightened, and she looked at Xia Zhihuai expectantly: "Then let's take the little orange back, right?" Is it okay brother? ”

Xia Zhihuai looked at this plant that hesitated for a few seconds, then looked at the little group with an expectant face, and said, "Didn't you say that you wanted to buy a peach tree?" ”

"Can you have both?" Wanwan turned her head to look at him.

She was a little reluctant to give up this little orange tree, because she had turned around most of the time in the flower and bird market, and only this little orange tree had a special aura.

From afar, she heard the little orange tree grumbling.

Although the aura is insufficient now, it is impossible for the little orange tree to turn into a fairy like her.

But if you meet the right conditions and practice hard for decades, you can still become a mountain spirit.

If you continue to plant it in pots, the little orange tree will die.

……

Xia Zhihuai scooped her up from the ground and carried her into the inconspicuous-looking store.

The store was very quiet, and I didn't see anyone looking at the store.

Wanwan's head also turned, and suddenly pulled Xia Zhihuai's neckline, pointing to the rocking chair blocked by the flower stand.

"Over there."

Xia Zhihuai saw a man lying on the rocking chair, wearing a light gray robe, with a navy blue horse coat on his upper body, dressed in the standard late Qing Dynasty, with a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet, and a scroll of "The Book of the West Mountains" on his face.

This look, this dress, pulls people back to the twilight of the empire.

It seems that you can get a glimpse of the old rules and inks hidden in the declining dynasty step by step, and the fragrance of fat powder hidden in the long alley of time.

"Boss, buy flowers."

Xia Zhihuai quickly came back to his senses and knocked on the waist-high wooden counter.

Wanwan looked at the uncle lying on the rocking chair, blinked curiously, and struggled to slide out of Xia Zhihuai's arms.

She walked lightly, walked to the rocking chair, and tiptoed to uncover the "Western Mountain Sutra" on the person's face.

Before the short fingers touched the book cover, they were caught by a slender hand.

The man lying in the rocking chair opened the book with his left hand, lifted one eyelid and glanced at the little guy with three heads, let go of his hand and flicked it on her head: "Buy flowers?" ”

Wanwan covered her forehead with both hands, puffed out her cheeks, and stared at the man with big eyes.

"Yes, boss, how do you sell that orange tree outside?"

Xia Zhihuai bent down and rubbed her little head, and then pointed to the orange tree outside the door and asked.

The boss sat up straight in the chair, stretched out his head to look out, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "The price is four hundred." ”

"Small business, no counteroffer."

Xia Zhihuai looked at the big orange tree and asked, "Are you responsible for door-to-door delivery?" ”

"No free shipping, add another fifty for door-to-door delivery."

The boss raised five fingers, looked at Xia Zhihuai with a smile and said.

Xia Zhihuai raised his eyebrows: "Can't it be cheaper?" ”

"Cheap orange trees are right next door, you go to their house."

This boss is also not according to common sense, with an attitude that you like to buy or not, and he is obviously not very enthusiastic about this business.

Seeing that Xia Zhihuai was still thinking about it, he looked down at Xiao Tuanzi, who was staring at him with a wrong eye, put the ancient books in his hand on the square table, lifted the clay pot on the small stove next to his legs, and poured two cups of steaming tea on the tea table.

"Tea or not, little girl?"

Wanwan felt strange when she saw her boss.

She sensed aura fluctuations in her boss, but she couldn't see through the boss's original form.

All you can see is the pair of pointy, furry ears above his head.

It's a bit like a dog, and it's a bit like a fox.

But she didn't dare to poke it in front of her, this spirit's cultivation should not be low.

Brother Qinglong and Little Qilin have all said that it is not easy for nether spirits to cultivate.

Over the years, humans have been forced to continue to explore new territories, which has made it difficult for mountain spirits to survive.

They had to learn that human beings hide their identities in the world, so they lived a mixed life.

So as long as they don't do bad things, there's no need to debunk their identities at all.

This is probably what is called...... It's hard to dismantle, right?

……

was stared at for a long time by a pair of clean and clear big eyes, and the boss pretended to calmly pick up the teacup and blew away the curling mist.

He took a sip with taste, picked up the "Xishan Sutra" in his hand and pressed it on the little cub's face, teasing her.

"Why are you staring at me? Do I have flowers on my face? ”

Wanwan's short, soft little hand held the book on her face, carefully put the book back on the table, and tiptoed a little to touch her hairy ears.

The shopkeeper's ears are white, and she has been staring at them for a long time, and the tips of the ears are still moving quietly, which is very spiritual.

"Your hairy ears, can you touch them for me?"

Wanwan stood on tiptoe, trying to get in front of the boss, and her voice was very low.

The man sitting in the rocking chair stiffened, the playful expression on his face faded a little, put the teacup on the table, and looked up and down at the baby who looked like a winter melon.

Holding the little face in two big hands, he turned to the left and then to the right.

No matter how you look at it, it's a human cub, how can you see through his demon form at a glance?

"Uncle, have you let go of the bowl?"

The little round face was held, and it was not easy to speak, and he vaguely asked to liberate his little face.

The boss let go of his hand, turned the folding fan in his hand, and scratched his head with his index finger.

"Then tell your uncle, which fairy baby are you?"

Wanwan rubbed her little round face, made a few facial emojis, and then replied seriously: "Wanwan is a little peach fairy baby, three thousand years old this year." ”

Boss: "......"

"Don't bully me for being unheard."

The boss lied to the child seriously: "Children, if you lie, you will pee your pants at night." ”

Wanwan didn't believe it, she might be older than this fairy uncle, and such a thing as peeing her pants would never happen to her.

"Wanwan is the peach fairy cub, and all the immortals know it."

The boss thought it was funny, this little guy was still doing something, and he didn't know how the elders in the family taught him.

"If you're like that, there's no way we can continue chatting."

Tao Wanwan crossed her waist angrily and turned into an irritable little pufferfish: "I'm telling the truth, I'm so tired of talking to you adults, I don't listen to the truth, I have to listen to lies." ”

"What's that lie?" The boss looked at her amusedly.

Wanwan glared at him for a while, useless, covered her eyes with some cramps, and snorted softly: "Falsehood, Wanwan is a human cub." ”

The boss's acceptance of this answer was quite high.

Because he didn't find any demonic energy on Wanwan's body, either this is a pure human cub, or it is a cub raised by a powerful big demon, who has already learned the spell to cover the demonic energy at a young age, or wears a magic weapon to conceal the demonic energy.

Wanwan saw that he believed it so simply, and she was about to explode.

Turning her head away from her boss for a few seconds, she quickly figured it out.

Forget it, she is a little peach fairy, she can't worry about those little goblins, and the elders must have the bearing of an elder.