New White Snake Asking Immortals

Another day of drizzling rain.

The grocery store was open normally, and a predestined person walked out of the humid fog, and was led into the store by the sleepy and yawning Fat Tiger. After about half a stick of incense time, the Fat Tiger went out with the unlucky egg in his mouth, and threw it hard at the shop. dense fog.

Probably rolled back along the steps of the mountain road, and it was inevitable that he would stumble and get hurt.

In the store, a certain Bai sat on a chair to settle accounts.

"There are really smart people who have said that they should use the most precious treasures in their hearts, or precious materials, or look at the memories of the past, but they actually use rags to lie about the relics left by their mothers, which are the most cherished in their hearts. Oh, poor acting skills, stupid Extremely."

If that unlucky guy traded honestly, he might be able to soar into the sky from now on.

Unexpectedly, he shoveled the ground with his face on the spot, and he wasted his chance.

A certain white thinks it's normal. When doing business, it is inevitable that the transaction will fail due to one party's reasons. There is no need to use talent to look at the future.

Putting on a show and pinching fingers to make the final calculation, there are still two customers shopping at the door today, the business is quite prosperous.

There is a clone responsible for the supervision of the construction of the Dragon Palace, just visit occasionally, business is the most important thing.

"Oh, it's so hard work, a hard-working tyrant like me is truly unprecedented..."

Moubai was deeply intoxicated by his noble character.

Write and draw and close the account book.

Just when Bai Yujun was intoxicated leisurely, in the deep secret room hundreds of feet underground of the restaurant run by the Tu family, Tuyue carefully observed the pictures of the broken stones, trying to find something from them. She had her own ideas, which did not violate the relationship with the mysterious little girl. In the transaction, the mysterious little girl didn't mention any more restrictions, so it's normal to take advantage of the opportunity to pick up some bargains.

Unknown wonders that can be of interest to the top powers, but you need to find yourself, a local snake. The big monk has a keen eye and insight into the details. Wouldn't it be faster to find it yourself? Could it be... this thing can avoid the magic search of the great cultivator? Such a strange thing, how can anyone not be moved.

It's true that there is a life-saving grace, and I don't want to break the contract and take it all alone. After I get it, I will deliver it two or three days later. It is normal to understand and understand.

What if you touch top skills or big secrets.

Even if there is a little residue in the fingers, it is enough to change the future destiny.

To investigate, not only to investigate carefully, but also to use all our strength to search.

Since you can avoid the magic of the great monk, it means that the methods of the monk may not be very useful. You can only use ordinary people or warriors who belong to the power, street gangsters and even beggars are all mobilized. Work hard.

After a long time, I had no choice but to take a picture of the jade talisman and couldn't see other things, so I couldn't understand it and had to stop temporarily.

Get up and leave the secret room, pass out orders one after another, give full play to the power of the local snake, and issue a notice offering rewards in the downtown area at the intersection, and the city quickly caused a sensation, not only inside the city, but also outside the city scattered towns, villages, monks' clans, and even bandits All the villages in the cottage received notices, and news of rewards blew across the land like the wind.

The other big clans in the city couldn't figure out the situation, so they offered a reward for a piece of news that looked like a fragment of an inscription? Are all the low-level casual cultivators and ordinary people mobilized?

Such a big fanfare should be to find treasures, but it turns out that street ruffians, beggars and farmers are actively acting...

The monks who made a little face were embarrassed to participate.

As a high-ranking practitioner, how can he run to compete with farmers and beggars? No matter how dark his heart is, he can't take his face off and cast aside by himself. Why should he compete with street beggars for food?

The other unsuspecting Cultivation Clans in the city felt baffled and didn't know what the Tu clan was up to, so they could only wait and see the situation for the time being.

It became very lively within thousands of miles around.

Farmers plowing the fields will step forward to touch the stones they encounter, bandits and thieves wander around looking for stones, and even the tombstones in the cemetery are carefully checked repeatedly. I watched it several times, and the city was also crazy. Beggars groped into the canals and rivers, and ruffian idlers squatted outside the doors of rich people and affectionately touched every cornerstone of the wall.

Only a small number of aristocratic families in the city received a letter from Tuyue, promising to exchange various benefits.

Use precious cultivation resources...for a few broken stones.

On the top floor of the restaurant, Tuyue calmly sipped tea and looked down at the city scenery. She was not afraid that other aristocratic families would notice the magic of the stones. If anyone had the relevant gravels, they would definitely come to her. Tuyue firmly believed that none of the major forces nearby could penetrate the secrets of the stones. , and couldn't help but want to figure out the secret.

As long as there is the slightest abnormality, it will be handed over to the mysterious girl.

Several aristocratic families that Tuyue contacted quickly guessed the general idea.

Before, there was a big tiger monster outside the city, and it appeared in Tu's restaurant that night. The big monster who was enough to dominate was just a mere mount, and the mysterious girl was the big shot. It must be related.

The smarter ones have already begun to figure out how to hook up with big shots.

The key is to find the magical stone, or the stele, as soon as possible, and you must rush ahead of everyone!

Bai Yujun's method of finding objects works very well.

In exchange for a cup of tea stirred by fingers, countless people are in full swing, and the business is sure to make a profit.

While countless people were busy searching for clues, the grocery store ushered in another customer.

At noon.

A thin and tall strange man walked out of the stone steps up the mountain in the dense fog.

Poor, thin, with stiff eyes, with a strong dead breath, the clothes he wears have been washed too many times and become white or even dry. Don't care about the dense fog, let alone the exquisite pavilions on the top of the mountain in front of you.

The fat tiger squatted on the steps to prepare for a set of procedures, but the skinny weirdo walked past him without saying a word, walking up the steps with thousand-ply sole cloth shoes, as if he saw the tiger but didn't seem to see it .

The strange man's eyes are lifeless, his mood is desolate, his will is depressed and his thoughts are all hopeless.

His movements were stiff, his expression dull, like a decayed puppet.

Although the clothes are full of patches and skinny and poor, they are clean and tidy. They climbed the steps step by step to the main hall gate, looking at the high threshold with blank eyes.

The gray death energy on his body disappeared in an instant as if he had been scorched by the scorching sun.

Even without the death energy, he still looks like an evil cultivator.

In the hall, a certain Bai glanced at this predestined person who came to the grocery store, and thought it was very interesting. Sure enough, all the interesting things are in the small world of the mortal world.

"Welcome to the grocery store. Our prices are reasonable and there is always a product that suits you."

A certain shopkeeper greeted twice perfunctorily, and the skinny weirdo looked up into the shining door.

Then, turn around and walk back.

"..."

"..."

Bai Yujun was dumbfounded, and Fat Tiger marveled at the courage of the old boy.

Then, the strange man who bowed his head and was about to go down the mountain suddenly stopped because he had a tiger claw the size of a cattail fan on his chest, and the skin of the tiger hair pricked like a steel needle was painful. Declare the end, maybe you will end up with a reputation as a butcher.

The thin and tall man looked up, and saw the huge tiger head with disheartened eyes. When the tiger breathed, even though the special structure of the nostrils made it exhale to the sides, the aftermath of the airflow still made his hair messy and he couldn't open his eyes.

The tiger's claws with the size of a cattail fan left his chest, pushed his shoulders to force him to turn around, and then pointed to the door.

If he keeps grumbling, he will come in with his **** mouth.

Fat Tiger felt that this person was so stupid that he turned a blind eye to the opportunity to change his destiny when it was right in front of him.

Perhaps because he understood his situation, the skinny weirdo walked towards the pavilion without saying a word. He was amazed by the calm and drifting look of the dragon and the tiger, and he didn't know which item was destined for him.

Lift your leg over a high threshold.

Walking into the store, his deadly eyes scanned the dazzling array of goods, and finally fixed on the little girl riding the cloud.

A certain white fan fluttered with a light fan in his hand, and the breeze shook the blue hair.

Just as he was about to speak his lines, the skinny weirdo spoke first.

"I am a poor tailor, may I ask you if you need to tailor clothes? You don't need a ruler. You can know the size of the clothes at a glance. You can cut the coarse cloth or silk and satin from the farm. You will never waste the fabric. The more expensive the material, the higher the labor cost. No credit."

"..."

Fat Tiger was dumbfounded, good guy, who is the customer? The boss has met a colleague.

"..."

A certain white looked at the skinny strange man speechlessly.

The four words no credit are justified, such a character has won the respect of a certain white, and he is in awe of his colleagues in this small, remote world that is almost wild.

"Hiss is interesting, then sew a dress for me that you think is the best, and the wages are easy to negotiate."

After speaking, he took out a piece of neatly folded plain white cloth and threw it to the strange man who called himself a hard-working tailor.

The bitter tailor took the fabric and lamented that the material was unheard of.

Looking up at the little **** the cloud, he wanted to see the cut size of the skirt, but his despairing eyes suddenly burst into tears...

The sudden abnormality stunned the bitter tailor, as if he didn't understand why it happened.

Everything was normal with his eyes before, but when he wanted to know the size, it was as if he was looking up at a sun that was ten times brighter at noon. The burning and tingling sensation penetrated into his soul, blood and tears stained his vision, and just when he thought his eyes were going to be blind, he suddenly The coolness relieved the burning sensation in the eyes.

The whole process seemed to be anesthetized, there was no cry of pain, and the expression did not change much, comparable to a zombie~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Bai Yujun healed the bitter tailor's eyes, what happened just now was purely accidental.

For the sake of fun, he didn't use his talent to look at the future, but something almost happened. It is often said that God's power is like a prison.

"Sorry, I didn't expect you to have a pair of rare eyes as a mortal. I can't blame me for that."

Spread the hand, this is what he asked for.

If you are as experienced as other tailors and don’t need a measuring scale, it’s fine, but you have rare eyes, and your talent is likely to be tall, short, fat, and thin. Fortunately, the one standing in front of you is only the clone of the consciousness link. There is no chance.

Feeling that his eyes had recovered, the bitter tailor lowered his head and dared not look directly, and handed the fabric forward.

"It's the villain who is rude. I'm not good enough to cut clothes. Please forgive me."

The originally lifeless gaze finally became turbulent, maybe it was awakened, and finally he was willing to take a serious look at the surrounding environment, and saw strange groceries on the surrounding shelves.

Bai Yujun retracted the fabric, and the small round fan made a random gesture.

"Now that you're here, let's take a look. Being able to come here is driven by fate. Maybe a certain product is destined for you. Remember, the more expensive the product, the higher the price. Please choose carefully."

Then he said another sentence.

"Every item has a price tag. Don't look at the one marked with immortal artifacts. Choose according to your feeling."

Maybe the bitter tailor listened to it, or maybe he just wanted to turn around and leave. He didn't know what he wanted, and his will was depressed. Putting the word on perfunctory, ignoring the shiny magic weapons and elixir, and looking at the ordinary-looking shelves.

Walking around in a daze, soon, a piece of merchandise made the stiff eyes look more lively.