"You should have told me earlier!"

Upon hearing that the man with money and hair on his face immediately changed his attitude 180 degrees.

"Come, come, this distinguished customer, please let us sit down and talk."

Showing his extremely white teeth, he habitually looked left and right to move the tank.

Oh, there is no vat here, he scratched his head. Then sit on the floor.

As soon as he sat down, he immediately put his palm in front of the little puppy's nose: "We are all happy people, so you can pay me first, right?"

Youyou silently pushed his hand away and said seriously: "No, how can I bring money? The money is in our mountains. You have done something for us. I will show you where the mountain is!"

Hey, who did the little angel learn from?

Yi Ruchang circled the tip of his beard and said: "No need to talk. I am a business owner. I don't do things first and get paid later."

Yi Ruchang never stopped, stood up and left.

When I left, I didn't forget the knife on the ground. I unzipped it and wrapped it in my clothes.

The voice behind me was anxious: "Hey, wait a minute, I'll give you this knife to cover your cost."

It’s a joke. The treasure I picked up on the ground is definitely my treasure. I still want to use it as payment, it’s impossible!

Yi Ruchang was too lazy to look back. He waved his hand: "I picked this thing up when it was leaning on my feet, and it belongs to me."

Unexpectedly, Youyou suddenly sneered, lowered his voice, and said: "You are a monk. You should understand that if you pick up such a bloody leak, will you feel at ease? Will your mind be restrained when you practice?

?Walk into the inner demon! It’s full of adults’ hatred, can’t you see clearly?”

"I'm old and blind."

Yi Ru always doesn't look back. He goes further and further.

Upon seeing this, Mo Li finally understood the current situation. It turned out that this was a monk who was as addicted to money as his life.

Whether he is a good person or not is beyond the scope of the discussion, but as long as he has money, maybe he can be asked to do things for you!

Thinking back to the move that he made to lose him just now, is he still a mortal? This is a fully qualified and capable person.

Mo Li hurriedly stepped forward.

She didn't dare to catch him, so she asked politely: "Brother, officer, what kind of store do you have?"

Yi Ruchang answered casually without thinking: "It's an antique two-dollar store."

The simple boy was delighted when he heard the name of the store! Well, you can still get it for two yuan!

Of course he will soon realize how little common sense he has.

The young man dug around in his trouser pockets and found that they were all empty, otherwise the meal he had just eaten wouldn't have been a king's meal.

He could only lick his face and smile, being cautious, and asked Yi Ruchang a little embarrassedly: "Here, two yuan, there will always be some! I will use my second uncle's mobile phone to send you money tomorrow. You answer it first today.

Live, can you do that?!"

After hearing what he said, Yi Ruchang shook his head seriously.

Two yuan? A mechanical pencil at your school’s canteen costs two and a half yuan.

Let's be realistic. What two-yuan store doesn't sell items "from two yuan"? It's just like the discounted products in the supermarket that you will never like, and it's just to attract you to buy other products in the store.

Turning back, he patted the round head of the young man in front of him who was half a head shorter than him, and educated him word for word very logically, kindly and gently: "Uncle doesn't sell anything for two yuan, uncle wants 20,000.

No, it’s two million! If you have money, if you don’t have money, just get out of here.

Okay--?!"

After Yi Ruchang finished speaking, he left. After taking two steps, he remembered something, then turned back and picked up Youyou.

I came to the mountains just to deal with this little thief who stole things. I almost forgot about it. Fortunately, my clever little brain worked.

Yi Ruchang hugged Youyou, who was already weak and showed no resistance, and looked sideways at Mo Li, who was still standing behind him stupidly.

A pair of white teeth ran out from behind the beard: "Hey, kid, it's getting dark, why don't you go home?"

"Ugh... ugh..."

As expected, the child was vomiting while holding on to the tree.

"You did see it."

It turned out that Mo Li had inadvertently lowered his head just now and finally saw the severed foot left by the man in black on the ground, as well as a bloody shoe.

At first, Mo Li didn't know what was going on, so he squatted down and fiddled with it with his hands. After he saw it clearly, he almost threw it away.

And he found that although his feet were bloody and looked like they were about to dry out, he could still tell that his heels were pure black.

Maybe it's just that the blood in this area turns black very quickly.

But, the more I looked at it carefully, uh, why did I feel like vomiting so much? Thinking of this, Mo Li turned around without hesitation and started to vomit while holding on to the tree.

It's so strange, is it really so easy to make people want to vomit just by looking at fresh blood or these very cruel things?

Mo Li couldn't understand.

Yi Ru often looked like this, but narrowed his eyes slightly. It seems that this stupid young man can also feel this kind of aura. Anyone with a little bit of cultivation foundation or talent is always very sensitive in the face of "malice". It seems that he was stunned.

It’s not for nothing that I encountered what happened today.

As if to remind Mo Li, Yi Ruchang gestured to the little black dog Youyou: "I'm going to take it away!"

Sure enough, after hearing this, Mo Li quickly stopped vomiting and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Erkang stopped Yi Ruchang with his hand: "Don't go, don't go, wait for me, you can't just take it away like this!"

He thought of the lock in his backpack. It was so pitiful. It had already been sold once before. Would this monk have to sell it again?!

When Mo Li thought of this, he couldn't let him go, so he grabbed Yi Ruchang: "You, do you want to sell..."

"I'm going to sell it."

Yi Ruchang nodded upright and continued walking.

"..."

He was choked up after just one sentence. How could he speak so confidently?

He hurriedly followed and asked, "But where did you sell it? What on earth did you see just now? Why did the mountain god disappear?"

"..."

"No, I, I don't think you are a bad person. You must be a good person, right."

Yi Ruchang smacked her lips when she heard him keep jumping behind her and chatting in a flattering manner.

Innocent.

"If you are not a bad person, you must be a good person. Who told you? Everyone is just begging for food. Even if there is no food to eat, I will also eat people."

Yi Ruchang didn't bother to explain anymore, so he carried the dog and headed down the mountain.

His ears moved slightly, and no surprise: the child still followed him down the mountain perseveringly. Although he stumbled, he kept moving forward.

How come this idiot still looks like me when I was young? Oh no, this silly boy is not as charming, tall and handsome as I was when I was young.

On this side, he took the time to pick up the phone and dialed a phone number he had saved last night.

"Mr. Hou, hello, I'm Yi Ruchang...Hey! What you said is wrong, how can I be a magic stick? Hey, don't worry, even if I am a magic stick, okay! For my sake

It's really not easy to 'live'... Well, you are right... As a magician, I have now found the person who stole your things, can I bring them to you now...

…

It's not a monster, it's not a monster, it's a good boy, well, you'll know what it is when you see it.

But I have a request. We are in the western suburbs now. Can we...

Happy, I'll wait for you!"

After hanging up the phone, Yi Ruzhang quickly opened the text message. It was heartbreaking because he lost another three minutes of local call time.

But luckily there was a car to pick me up. By the way, in that case, shouldn’t the ticket be reimbursed as well?

He touched the 100 yuan taxi receipt in his bag and smacked his lips with satisfaction.

Then he carefully closed the cover of the broken mobile phone with a broken screen, very little memory, and almost only the function of making calls, and carefully put it into his inner pocket.

Ouyou's ears twitched.

Hearing this phone call clearly, he was even more confused. Why on earth did this puzzling monk not eat himself to increase his cultivation, but sold himself to ordinary people at a low price?

Don’t you understand how much cultivation you can gain by eating it?

No, how could he not know his own value!
Chapter completed!