New White Snake Asking Immortals

"Is the will of the world involved? It looks like it will lose money."

Moubai stepped on the clouds and led the fat-headed cat out of the vegetable garden, and hurriedly floated to the front of the pavilion. The roots of the green onions in his hands fell off and left traces of soil.

Bai Yujun stood at the door wearing a chef's clothes and holding onions in his hand, surrounded by outstanding employees who had multiple jobs.

Looking down the stone steps, there was a vague figure stumbling in the thick fog.

The fat golden-headed cat stretched its neck to investigate. With its tiger eyes that was half sleepy and half cute, it saw the little beggar. He was about ten years old. He had been exposed to the wind and sun and lived a hard life. It was hard to tell his exact age. This world is very strange. In chaos, the beggars wandering in the human territory are relatively lucky, but the slaves who are kept in captivity by demons and evil cultivators are the worst off.

Whoever is strong has power. When the human race is strong, it can raise birds and beasts for food. Similarly, when demons and evil cultivators are strong, they will also feed humans in captivity as blood food. It is a typical law of the jungle.

Bai Yujun saw that he was walking too slowly, so he pulled onion leaves out of boredom and ate them.

The clouds and mists in the mountains that were previously arranged are natural formations. The formations made by dragons are no different from those made by nature. They are complex and mysterious and difficult to understand. There are many 'doors' in them.

The door is not only at the foot of the mountain, but also in an ethereal place. It all depends on fate.

The little beggar had never been to this mountain forest before. He had been begging in a big city before. To avoid the bites of wild dogs, he accidentally ran into the thick fog that had just emerged in the early morning. Panting and wandering around in confusion, he discovered the winding stone mountain road.

The reason why it took so long to reach the top of the mountain was because I was so hungry that I was dizzy and had no energy to walk slowly.

after awhile.

Moubai, who was originally standing on the clouds, sat down instead, eating only the roots of the green onion in his hand.

He shook his head very speechlessly.

"My ability to withstand hunger is so poor. Even when I was the hungriest, I could crawl faster than him."

The fat-headed cat nodded the tiger's head in agreement. It was very sleepy and used to wrap itself up with its tail and sit still. The fat tiger was thinking about whether he could improve his work. As an excellent employee who wears many hats in the store, he could do it without delaying business. I still have to do my job well under the circumstances, which is too boring.

Finally, the stumbling little beggar finally walked out of the thick fog. Then, he looked at the magnificent and shining pavilion in shock, then backed away in horror and fell...

Bai Yujun shrugged.

This is more normal. In fact, there are only unbreakable classes in the world.

A low-class beggar in ragged clothes must be nervous when he sees someone with luxurious clothes. The more gorgeous the clothes, the nobler they are. Never look up and look directly at them. Even if you don’t have to kneel down, you must retreat to the roadside and lower your head. This is the bloody ending of countless times. Lessons to come.

When I walked out of the thick fog, I saw a luxury I had never seen before. I was frightened before I could see the figure on the steps clearly.

There was no romance in the old days, only eating people without spitting out bones. The so-called pride and honor only belonged to the aristocratic class, and ordinary people had nothing to do with pride and honor.

The frightened little beggar, who was so hungry that he had no strength to cry out, could only grunt a few times in pain.

Fat Tiger raised his bearded paw and patted his big head, somewhat unable to stand it.

Bai Yujun sighed and shook his head.

"Forget it, go pick him up. I'm here to do business. I'll help him clean up and get rid of the smell."

After saying that, he turned around and went back. Fat Hu shook his big head and walked down the steps. Excellent employees always have to work harder.

A certain white man gave another order as he floated slowly across the threshold.

"Sweep the dirt."

It was not that Fat Tiger was told to clean up the soil dropped by the roots of the shallots.

As soon as he finished speaking, a bamboo broom flew out of the building with a loud sound. It seemed to be controlled by a transparent person and swept the floor. It was very intelligent.

The Fat Tiger's body grew bigger and bigger as he walked on the steps. He did not change back to the form of a giant beast but to the size of an ordinary tiger.

If it's too big, you can't carry it in your mouth, and you can't enter the main entrance of the pavilion.

The little beggar who was lying on his back finally raised his head and saw the huge tiger's head walking towards him. His dirty face instantly became frightened. He wanted to use his hands and feet to move back, but he was so hungry that he had no strength, and he didn't even have the strength to shout. He was in a violent mood. After the fluctuation, I sweated on my forehead.

After staring at the tiger for a moment, he simply stopped struggling and lay back to look at the trees and sky above his head.

Accept your fate, even if you die, you might still be able to see your parents again.

Fat Tiger walked up to it, sniffed it, and used a magic trick.

With a splash, a large amount of cold water fell from the sky on the little beggar. The little beggar who didn't react choked and coughed.

Sleepy and bored, Hu Mu looked down and saw brown sewage spreading on the steps.

At least it looked clean, and the pungent smell was gone, so I opened my tiger's mouth with great satisfaction.

The little beggar did not expect that monsters are very particular and know how to wash their prey before eating it.

When he was about to be bitten, his bloody mouth suddenly stopped.

Fat Tiger found that the beggar’s cheeks were still a little dirty. It might have been due to a conditioned reflex to raise his arms to cover his face, so the stains and blemishes were not washed away. Seeing the child’s weak appearance, he was worried that he would be beaten to death if he continued to hit him with cold water. Of course, this little thing is difficult. Excellent and hard-working employees.

Afraid of the barbs scratching off the child's face, I carefully licked the stains off the child's face with the tip of my tongue.

So the little beggar was washed with tiger saliva again...

It's clean now, although it still smells a little bit.

Without saying a word, he picked up the customer and walked back. He walked to the front of the building and patted the bamboo broom aside because it was blocking the road. He then crossed the threshold with the limp little beggar in his mouth.

When he let go of his mouth, the baby fell to the ground with stars in his eyes, and his bones ached all over his body.

Then he watched in surprise as the tiger turned into a fat cat with a golden gradient, sitting next to him and taking a nap.

Before I could figure out the situation, I heard a very nice sound.

"Welcome to the All Worlds Grocery Store. There are all kinds of rare treasures in the store. Of course, the better the treasures, the higher the price. Please choose carefully."

"..."

The unkempt little beggar lying on the ground raised his head, and immediately lowered his head when he saw someone in white clothes.

I didn't dare to look carefully for fear of offending someone I couldn't afford to offend.

Bai Yujun knew that the other party was too poor to jingle, and the jingle at least meant that he still had some copper coins. If he didn't even jingle, he could imagine how poor he was.

However, when you are born in this world, you are destined to have the most cherished treasures in your heart, and they can be traded.

Judging from the little beggar's exhausted appearance, there is no need to go through the trouble of introducing him. No matter how much you say, he probably won't listen, so just talk briefly.

"The treasures in the store can not only be purchased with money or precious materials, but also with the most precious treasures in your heart, or your past memories."

These words were destined to be wasted. The little beggar only had eyes for the cakes on the shelf.

It is a magical dry food cake made by a certain person. It tastes terrible after one bite. It has the magical power to bring good luck.

Could this be the fate of the little beggar?

Because it is left for too long, even if it is nourished by spiritual energy, it will inevitably dry out. Maybe many people feel disdain for this thing. In fact, it is no less than a magical weapon, elixir, and elixir. If you want to live a long time in this troubled world, luck may be more important than strength. important.

The little beggar did not dare to look at those luxurious things. This was due to his self-awareness. Only that piece of cake was important to him because he was very hungry. It looked rough and had been eaten by someone. It should not be expensive.

This time, Bai didn't have to float around. After all, the opponent was also short.

Standing aside, he pointed at the cake.

"You want this pie?"

The little beggar nodded, not even bothering to avoid the nobles he couldn't afford to offend.

Bai Yujun picked up the dry cake and weighed it up and down.

"Our store has a reputation for being honest and honest. We don't like to give away free gifts. This cake can be purchased with money or in exchange for your memory. You can also buy it with what you think is the most precious thing in your heart. Remember, it is the most precious thing in your heart." , no one can deceive my eyes."

The little beggar, who had no strength to speak, was stunned. He had never seen gold, and he did not understand what it meant to remember the past. He heard the last sentence clearly, and he thought for a while as if he had made some kind of decision.

He tried hard to pull out the thing hanging around his neck from his collar, a whistle made of some kind of bone. Taking it off made him panting from exhaustion. He looked at the whistle reluctantly and handed it to him with difficulty.

Bai Yujun took the bone whistle and instantly knew that it was indeed the most precious treasure in the little beggar's heart and was very important to him.

A piece of white paper floated over from the book. Bai Yujun quickly wrote a few lines of words and placed the bone whistle on the shelf where the dry food cakes were originally placed.

The beggar's bone whistle: a plaything made by a poor hunter for his children. The craftsmanship is rough and the materials are ordinary. Blowing the bone whistle can recall the smile of his father and miss the beauty of his childhood home...

The cake was placed in the hands of the little beggar, and the only sound in the shop was the sound of eating and swallowing.