In the black market, after Zhang Dachuan and Wang Tiebiao both left, the silver-haired old woman prepared to close the stall with the girl Xiaoyu.
The old man glanced at the lively crowd around him, his eyes flashed, and he urged the girl:
"Xiaoyu, hurry up. The things have been delivered to the lady. It's time for us to go back."
Xiaoyu was a little reluctant to leave:
"Grandma, it's still early, let's play for a while."
"I haven't gone to Dongjiang City to drink milk tea yet."
The old man shook his head:
"You know how playful you are. What's so delicious about milk tea? It's just something for ordinary people."
"How many times have I taught you that people like us should transcend the world and not be weighed down by worldly things."
Xiaoyu curled her lips and retorted:
"Grandma, aren't you the same? Just now, for a little yellow and white stuff, you had to keep raising the price to test that person, which made me want to act like you."
"That thing, Miss, clearly said it was to be given to others, but you took their money."
The old man chuckled and then said with emotion:
"Thinking of money as dirt, this Dachuan is indeed of outstanding character, and Miss Linglong has really good taste."
"However, he is still a bit too weak after all."
"The order of the sect cannot be violated. It would be better for her to give up this idea as soon as possible."
Hearing this, Xiaoyu nodded subconsciously:
"Yes, he has a good character, but it's a pity that he is a newbie and not worthy of a young lady."
The old man stood up and gently beat his waist:
"Okay, hurry up and pack your things. Let's go back and recover as soon as possible, so that the young lady can recover her thoughts and concentrate on her cultivation."
Xiaoyu said "hmm", quickly rolled up the baggage, stuffed it into the box behind her, and prepared to leave.
At this moment, four figures suddenly walked out of the moving crowd and surrounded an old man and a young man in a fan shape.
The leader was wearing a black vest and had tattoos on his arms. He stared at the two men with a fierce look on his face and said in a loud voice:
"Wait, have you paid the stall fee?"
Xiaoyu looked at the other party in confusion:
"What's the stall fee? Doesn't this place have its own stalls?"
A thin man next to the strong man immediately laughed:
"There was no stall fee before, but now that we are here, there is."
"Little girl, looking at your pitiful look, you must have no money, right?"
When Xiaoyu heard this, she immediately looked pitiful and said in a low voice:
"Yes, brothers, my grandma and I don't have much business tonight. Can I pay you the stall fee another day?"
The strong man grinned:
"Of course... no!"
"However, if you are willing to go over there with me and have a drink with me and sing a boudoir song to me, I can be lenient to you."
After saying that, several of his companions behind him immediately started laughing and cheering, surrounding the little girl with red lips and white teeth, and uttered all kinds of obscene words:
"Little girl, our boss especially likes minors like you. If you behave well today, not only will the booth fee be waived, but we will also give you a tip."
"How do you say that? There are three good things about a lolita. She is light and soft and can easily be knocked down, haha..."
Xiaoyu stood there with a smile, nodded and said:
"Okay, okay, can you give me a thousand dollars?"
The four bullies laughed even more wildly:
"Don't say one thousand yuan, we can give it to you even if it's 2,500 yuan."
"This little girl is on the right track, hehe."
The old man who was packing his things could no longer bear it when he heard this. He frowned and said to Xiaoyu:
"Girl, stop playing around, pack your things with me and leave quickly."
Xiaoyu said "Oh", left the four of them behind, picked up the small box containing the goods, and prepared to take a detour with the old man.
However, as soon as the two of them took a step, the strong man reached out and stopped in front of the old man, staring into his big copper eyes and said:
"Old man, I'll give you two choices, either pay a million in stall fees, or let you, my little granddaughter, have fun with your buddies. Otherwise, you won't even be able to walk out of this street today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his eyes blur, and the old man had already slapped him with his backhand.
Amidst the screams, the strong man flew out like a top, flew more than ten meters away, and fell heavily to the ground.
Dots of blood flowers fell from the sky, bringing out two big front teeth.
In an instant, the three bullies who were still gloating about their misfortune were all stunned.
They looked back at the boss who fell to the ground, and then at the frail old lady standing in front of them, their brains a little short-circuited.
What happened? The boss was beaten away by this old woman?
This...is this an expert?
The people in this midnight black market are more or less related to practitioners, or they are warriors themselves, or they know the world of warriors, so they have good vision and knowledge. For example, the strong man himself is a warrior in the early stage of Qi and Blood Realm.
But the meaning behind an old lady who was over sixty years old and killed such a Qi and Blood Realm warrior instantly with one strike was simply terrifying.
The three of them looked at each other, screamed strangely, and Sayazi turned around and ran away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Xiaoyu looked at the disappearing figures of the group of people depressedly, turned around and said dissatisfiedly:
"Grandma, why are you like this? I haven't played with them yet."
The old man snorted:
"What are you playing for? It doesn't matter what you do. Are you happy if you kill someone?"
"Next time you are so naughty, I won't take you out."
Xiaoyu stuck out her tongue and immediately did not dare to say anything. She obediently carried the small wooden box on her back, held the old man's hand, and slowly disappeared into the depths of the black market.
From beginning to end, those shopping in the black market did not pay much attention to the old man and the young man.
…
After bidding farewell to Wang Tiebiao, Zhang Dachuan returned to the villa alone.
As soon as he entered the room, he couldn't wait to open the jade box and put the withered living flower on the table.
Taking off his coat, he thought about it and looked at the Chaos Jade Plate on his chest.
During this period of time, a drop of golden spiritual fluid had recondensed in the Chaos Jade Plate.
Originally, he planned to use this drop of golden spirit liquid to continue to promote the growth of the red grass, but now the living flower is obviously more important.
Different from when facing Chi Lian Cao, the golden spirit liquid was not interested in the withered living flower, and there was no urge to rush out like last time.
Zhang Dachuan had no choice but to put his hand in front of the Chaos Jade Plate, then drive the jade plate to "spit" out the drop of golden spiritual liquid.
The golden spiritual liquid condensed out like water droplets and landed playfully on the palm of Zhang Dachuan's hand.
It rolled around in his palm like dewdrops, exuding a compelling aura.
Not far away, several potted plants placed in the living room grew crazily under the influence of the golden spirit liquid.
Zhang Dachuan did not dare to neglect and quickly dripped the golden spirit liquid on the living flower.
Like nectar after a long drought, as soon as the golden spiritual fluid landed on the living flower, it was quickly greedily absorbed by the withered spiritual plant.
The next moment, the withered flower of life shines brightly.
