Article 93

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"Master is not counted." Gou Chen Shanggong smiled faintly, "It has been too long. I have been away from the God Realm for many years, and my spiritual power is no longer what it used to be. When I think about it now, it is like a dream. How much does it matter to me now? At this moment, the one in front of you is just a little swordsmith."

As he spoke, he took everyone around the downtown area. The creatures at the bottom of the pool lived with Gouchen Shanggong day and night, and gradually forgot his identity as Shishen, and when they saw him coming, they didn't have any special reaction, they just peddled to themselves.

"Fish blood steamed buns, fish blood steamed buns just out of the cage."

"The snake slough of Shuran Snake is the best material for clothes, and the last three feet are gone. If it's sold out, I'll have to wait for the slave's next molting."

"I'm selling squids and daisies. I just spit out the ink this morning. It would be perfect to trace with daisies—hey, little lady, don't go."

There are endless shouts in the market, and the wonders and visions are even more dizzying.

The headless ghost was sitting in front of the stall selling combs and cosmetics. His long nails lit with bright red cardamom were holding a horn comb, and he put his bloody head on his knees. While combing his hair, he said gently: "The best bone Comb, waiter, take one with you."

Xue Meng opened his eyes wide, looked left and right, and saw a pharmacy next to it, where people were busy coming and going, selling rare medicinal materials that he had never seen before. Thinking of his mother's love of cherishing herbs, he was thinking Looking closer, I suddenly heard a sharp and piercing voice shouting from behind: "Let me go, let me go! Let me go first!"

Xue Meng shrank his feet and turned his head to look, but he couldn't see half of the figure. Gouchen Shanggong smiled and said, "It's at your feet. Take a closer look."

If not, Xue Meng took a closer look and saw a pile of small stones walking by himself.

"It's really eye-opening, the stone can walk. Is the stone good?" Xue Meng muttered.

Chu WanNing said: "The scorpion."

"Fuban?"

"..." Chu Wanning glanced at him lightly, "It's fine if Mo Ran doesn't attend the class, why don't you even concentrate?"

Xue Meng is concentrating on practicing martial arts, but he is careless in studying literature and history. It only hinders Chu Wanning's majesty, and he has to sit upright when he lectures in fashion, but in fact it is all in the left ear and out in the right ear. Now he is caught by the master. Immediately blushed.

Mo Ran clapped his hands and smiled: "Master said this, I'm not happy. I really listened to this paragraph."

Xue Meng is not convinced: "Oh? Then you say it?"

"The beetle is a kind of insect. It is very greedy in nature. Whenever it sees a beautiful stone, it wants to carry it on its back. In the end, it is often crushed to death by the stone pestle it picked up."

Mo Ran looked at Chu Wanning with a smile.

"Master, do you think what I said is right?"

Chu Wanning nodded, and then said: "The scorpion has disappeared in the world, and I didn't expect that there are still left here."

After hearing this, Gouchen Shanggong smiled and said, "This is because of a small pharmacy, so it survived by luck. Look, it's there."

I saw the beetle struggling to move to the steps of the pharmacy little by little, and suddenly shouted: "I can't take it anymore! Come and save me, a doctor!"

A green jellyfish quickly swam out of it, obviously he has dealt with this situation countless times, he took a white porcelain bottle familiarly, poured some golden-red potion on the scorpion, and said with a leisurely smile while pouring: "Stupid The public seems to have gained quite a lot today?"

The beetle known as the Yugong snorted with a lazy voice, obviously very comfortable under the nourishment of the potion: "Hmph, it's good, it's good, I'll pay another one hundred yuan back tomorrow, and I'll have four hundred million at home." Eighty-five thousand six hundred and seventeen stone."

Ink burning: "..."

Chu WanNing: "..."

The teacher murmured: "Have you already stocked up so much?"

That Qingjiao sprinkled the potion on the scorpion, and said: "Tomorrow, remember to come here early. I think if you are later, pouring this power-enhancing dew on you may not be effective."

"Got it, got it. Come sooner, come sooner." Li Li replied perfunctorily, and suddenly saw a beautiful pale yellow stone in the corner, and shouted loudly, "Little Loach—oh no, it’s Dr. Jiao, that stone over there looks good, please pick it up and put it on my back. Then tomorrow I will have 485,618 stones La."

Xue Meng couldn't help but walked over and asked: "What do you want so many stones for? Building a house?"

The high-spirited voice of the scorpion came from under the stone pestle, screaming: "What? Mortals? Oh, I haven't seen a mortal for many years-you ask me what I do with the stone? Of course not Building a house, how can I be so boring!"

The teacher couldn't help being curious: "Then what do you do with them?"

Li Li said confidently: "Count!"

"..."

Everyone is speechless.

Without further ado, after wandering around, Gou Chen Shanggong led them back to his mansion.

In the corner of the street, a huge shell stood upright, like a mortal wall. After being transferred to the hospital, I saw that the hospital is divided into six entrances, spacious and grand. Wing rooms, halls, corridor gardens, bead curtains woven with seaweed and pearl strings sway gently with the water waves. Some rooms are dark, some are bright, with dim candlelight shining through inside, and the faint sounds of konghou and xun can be heard inside.

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