What is worthy of Ningning’s “Wow”?

Due to curiosity, the young and ignorant Mo Li came over and took a deep breath. He was immediately controlled by the desire to survive. He saw his face turned blue and covered his nose and quickly took two steps back!

"It smells so smelly, what the hell! Is it a mixture of canned durian herring and candies and leek chocolate?!" Moli almost couldn't breathe.

The girl with admiration nodded in agreement. She rubbed her nose and said, "Yes, it's really amazing. I can't tell it normally. Lizi, you are quite brave, and you dare to come over and smell it directly."

Mo Li pinched his nose and said in a muffled voice: "Who knows what your "wow" means? Don't issue such misleading tone in the future, okay?"

However, after the hairy paws threw something in, the strange and indescribable smell disappeared in an instant.

Only the fragrance of grass is left.

Boss Yi saw the disappearing part of the bubble and started to breathe normally again. By the way, he pulled Mo Li's hand down and let him smell it too.

To be honest, Ning Ning was a little disappointed. This thing didn't look delicious.

Originally, she was wondering if she had any delicious snacks. After all, the stalls she had visited just now were all black crystals, x medicines, disposable spells, toys with magic power, or several books that looked like a ragged "Sutra" and "Palm". They all looked useless and they were also expensive.

Just going to this stall is a rare "food", but isn't roasted fairy grass a human dessert available everywhere? It's very ordinary! It's even sold here.

"This fairy grass, oh--" Yi Ru Changchang said, stretched her neck and looked at the animal behind the stall who was standing on the chair and still felt that she was not tall enough.

He then smiled and said, "It turns out it was a shop opened by pangolins, which is really 'immortal grass'. This thing is good. It is a healing herb left by their ancestors. Even if they are not sick, they will strengthen the body and nourish and clear heat."

He looked at the handwritten small sign: Xiancao soup, 68 yuan.

"It's not expensive? Have some food?" He greeted the two of them, and by the way, he and Professor Shang, who was standing in front of them.

Seeing this, Mo Li quickly covered his purse and pulled Yi Ruchang over and whispered: "Can a bowl of real 'immortal grass' be sold for only 68 yuan? I'm afraid it's not a lie!"

"The things are real. I smelled them, but they are very thin, but they still taste very good. Remember to reimburse them. Don't think that we are all rich people in our cultivation. Most of us still don't integrate into society and make small money, such as me.

Hey, Professor Shang, I'm making an invoice!" Yi Ruchang smiled.

Shang Huaijin had a black thread on his head. After rubbing it, he nodded barely.

After getting the permission, Yi Ruchang stretched his head towards the pangolin behind: "Hey, give me three bowls of fairy herbs behind, Professor Shang, please don't want these three bowls - remember to issue an invoice for me!"

True asked a question as a polite, of course he would not wait for Professor Shang's reaction, so he directly decided that the other party would not eat this kind of drink that was purely used to relieve the heat, and excluded him.

Mo Li carefully held the stone, for fear that the other party would jump up and be a poisonous dragon drill, so he was really crying: "You just called the name of the medicinal material, and you are not afraid that others would think you were cursing it to death, for fear that they wouldn't poison your bowl!"

It was directly defined as a medicinal pangolin, and was already very dissatisfied. At the back of its own stall, it muttered: "All three bowls need to be invoiced? You're crazy about being poor."

Upon hearing this, Yi Ruchang raised his little finger, took out the ball of yarn in his ear, and asked again: "What did you say in Pangolin? I can't hear it when the wind is too strong?"

Tone is very dangerous.

"Your three bowls, your invoice!"

It’s so pitiful that this pangolin is outnumbered, and he can only immediately shrink his head after throwing away something.

Occasionally bullying the weak, Boss Yi said that he was very comfortable and he was no longer stupid. He picked up his drink with satisfaction, and turned his head to signal Mo Li: "Go, bear piggy bank!"

Going further up, there are many fewer monsters, mostly human-shaped monsters with exquisite transformation and pure monks. As for merchants selling various types of items, their expressions have become much smarter.

By the way, the price of the fairy grass soup just now soared to more than 300. Mr. Yi also predicted that it was more expensive!

Why are all the attractions in this way? Mo Li shook his head.

The higher you go, the more you sell, the specifics you have formed, and the name seems to be more grand. For example, some sell sacred wood crutches for mountain climbing, magical cloaks for sunshade, and the same glasses as Li Yuantong.

The coolest thing is the Fenghuo No. 2000 bronze sword, which looks very expensive at first glance.

Mo Li carefully counted the numbers on the price tags of the wood. What, I wonder if this is really a bronze sword sold for 20,000 yuan? What else is written in stock, only 60 left, which is too irritating! And why does it feel very copycat? It seems that I have seen it in something special.

Just as I was amazed, the hawking sounded over there.

"Look at it, "The Book of Prophecy", it only costs 888 yuan, and the hardcover version will be there for your house!"

When his ears moved, Yi Ruchang swallowed a big mouthful of fairy grass juice and burped. He sneered: "It's the Book of Prophecy. Do you think that those who repair tarot cards are all from the printing factory at home? Recently, they have finally started hyping up the "Book of Prophecy" and turned around and asked you to sell it for 888 yuan?

Stop kidding!”

With earplugs, the sound is very loud.

Mo Li drank the fairy grass soup in one mouthful, and almost choked and died on the spot, and could not even save the fairy grass soup.

The other stall owner's eyes immediately became sharp.

Under pressure, Mo Li hurriedly went up to catch Boss Yi: "I said, the stall owner heard it, okay? Don't be so loud!"

Unexpectedly, Yi Ruchang smiled at him: "Don't worry, on the territorial ground of the college, it is easy to get justice after being beaten up with a disagreement."

Mo Li tilted his head and looked sincere: "It seems that he is very experienced. Mr. Yi, you won't be beaten up often, right?"

"Ahem."

This time, Huanyi Ruchang choked in his throat with a mouthful of fairy grass juice and coughed constantly.

No, I often beat people and asked the college to wipe my butt. He didn't say this, and swallowed it with the fairy grass juice.

"Hey, Mr. Yi, don't go so fast, huh..."

Mo Li had a headache because he could not use magic power except Mo Shi, so he only relied on his own physical strength to go up the mountain. Although he was better than ordinary tourists, he stopped from time to time and started panting with his knees.

These phenomena are almost invisible to the elderly and children around him.

This made Mo Li very depressed, but he couldn't help but raise his chest and head, continue to breathe heavily, and run up quickly.

"Don't lose it."

Perhaps it was obvious that Yi Ruchang held his collar and followed him like an enclave.

Mo Li felt grateful.

Before he could thank him, the hawking beside him attracted his attention again.

"Come on, come on, wood carving, original price of 20,000 yuan, current price of 2,000 yuan."

Not only him, but even Yi Ruchang, who was holding his collar, frowned and stopped.

Looking down at the sign: "Antique Shop"?

Mo Li smelled the faint smell of gunpowder in the air: Tsk, Mr. Yi’s companion.
Chapter completed!