Changsheng: I can sell everything

The night is long and the stars are dim.

Song Ciwan left a little interaction with the paper figurine, and then drifted back to Lai Mazi Alley.

Aunt Zhou left Lai Mazi Lane, walked farther and farther, to an unknown direction, to find her daughter who did not know where she was.

Song Ciwan has not yet cultivated a clear sense of consciousness, and he cannot really follow Aunt Zhou with his mind.But the paper soul puppet she left has her imprint on it, and once Aunt Zhou encounters an irresistible crisis, the paper soul puppet will turn into a form to help.

The Paper Soul Puppet had a total of three opportunities to use it.

After Song Ciwan returned to Lai Mazi Lane, he started looking for another target partner.

Just like Yan Hanzhang in the past, Song Ciwan was short of money at that time, so he sought out him.It's just that Yan Hanzhang is a one-off, and Song Ciwan is actually a little jealous of the complicated background behind this person, so she only appears once, as long as the pot of gold.

As for the follow-up, will Yan Hanzhang continue to think about the nameless deity in his heart, or will he ask the deity for help when encountering difficulties?Hey...then these are not about Song Ciwan's business.

It's a one-shot deal, you just call, I promise not to show up.It's just that stubborn, oh... no, it should be said that it's just that stable!

What are you doing to me?

At this moment, what Song Ciwan didn't know was that Yan Hanzhang, who successfully brought Dingfeng Tower back to life because of a monosodium glutamate formula, was really looking for her.

His older sister was pregnant with Yunzi Dan, and his Dingfeng Tower had regained its former prosperity, and the status of their siblings in Xu's family began to rise in a straight line, and they were no longer the same as before.

But Yan Hanzhang still has another worry: he has no talent, he is a fake scholar!

In this world where great power belongs to oneself, any balance of interests is ultimately false.It can bring people a moment of beauty, but it cannot bring a lifetime of stability.

Yan Hanzhang wants to gain talent and strength.

He didn't want to be persuaded by his sister overtly and secretly: "Azhang, what's the point of giving the MSG formula to your brother-in-law? He used it, but it's not that you are not allowed to use it. Your brother-in-law said that he would exchange it with you in three shops in Dongshi. I will give you another two dividends later."

"Azhang, has the god you worshiped appeared again recently? Is it because you are not pious enough that the god didn't come?"

"Azhang, your brother-in-law arranged a ritual for you..."

"Azhang..."

Every sound, every sentence made Yan Hanzhang more and more eager to gain strength.

What he didn't know was that when he worshiped every day and prayed for the gods to descend, the area around his residence had already been secretly surrounded by stalking masters.

The father and son of the Xu family in the Xiantian realm had a conversation like this: "What nameless god! It must be some little god who cultivates the way of incense and fire, and is just fooling the boy of the Yan family with a false name."

"Catch this little thief and force him to hand over the method of willingness to practice!"

"My son has now opened to the fifth orifice. If he can obtain the method of vow power practice, his power will grow by leaps and bounds."

"Those great sects, the children of the aristocratic family, can enlighten 36, 72, or even [-] at a young age! Or they can be listed on the list of all spirits, or leave their names on the Kunlun God Stele. Are they really that powerful? ? I don't accept it! It's just that the resources are not equal!"

In Suyang City, the Xu family is already a big family, but if you look at the entire Zhou Dynasty, the small Xu family is just a humble ant crawling on the ground.

The people on the lower level are looking up at them, and they are also looking up at the higher level.

The human heart is like climbing a ladder to heaven, there is no satisfaction and no end.

Song Ciwan was actually climbing up. She was escaping for a while in the shadows, and heard someone muttering in her dream: "Big steamed buns, white flour steamed buns, there are so many, hehe... I want to eat one and throw one away, and there is another one to dig a hole." Bury it, and it will grow back tomorrow..."

Although the dream is absurd, the white flour steamed buns are satisfying.

Song Ci Wan fell into the dream and turned backwards to awaken the man from his dream.

The white-faced steamed buns came from a dream to reality. There were thirty of them in a basket, and they appeared in front of this person just like that.

There was a scream in the dark—it couldn't be called out.

A gust of wind blocked his mouth and nose, and an ethereal voice rang in his ears: "I am the most righteous and righteous black wind envoy under the seat of the Nameless God. The God is sorry for your suffering, and ordered me to send food. Don't forget Make a statement, otherwise there will be disasters..."

When the sound went away, and the wind also went away, the person who was hit by the surprise suddenly knelt down on the ground with trembling legs and feet.

Yes, keep quiet!
In Lai Mazi Lane, a place that is no different from a slum, thirty steamed buns are enough to make many people have evil thoughts.

The bloody scene after Sun Tuzi was killed is still circulating in the public. Who would dare to be careless in a short time?

The heaven and earth scales appeared, and there was a mass of air on the scales.

[People's desires, joys, worries, and fears can be traded for a catty or two. 】

Song Ciwan accepted the anger with a smile and continued to walk.

At the east corner of Lai Mazi Lane, there was a dilapidated shack, in which three teenagers around ten years old were squeezed together.

There is also a younger one, who looks to be only four or five years old, surrounded by three older children, but his whole body is hot, his face is flushed, it turns out he has a fever!
Now it's winter, and the weather is cold. The children in the hut lack clothing and charcoal. At night, they are all too cold to sleep.

The youngest one is directly sick from the cold, and it seems that he will not be able to survive this test!
The three older children were very anxious, but there was nothing they could do.

Someone cried out: "Brother Dalin, is Cao'er going to die?"

"Brother Dalin, or you'll sell me tomorrow, and I'll just treat Cao'er..."

The oldest child was called Da Lin by the familiar people. At this time, the thin boy gritted his teeth and said, "What are you talking about, how much money can I get if I sell you... How much can I get if I sell you? Why don't we wait for tomorrow? I have my own way!"

As for how to do it, he didn't say clearly.

But that must not be a good idea.

Is there any normal way to make such a poor boy earn a lot of money in a short period of time?

The night wind blew through the cracks of the dilapidated shack, and Dalin, who was making up his mind that he would surely walk into the abyss tomorrow, suddenly felt a little dazed.

An ethereal voice came to his ears with the wind: "Young man, I am the Baifeng envoy under the seat of the most righteous and nameless god. The god takes pity on you and orders me to come and rescue you. Remember not to say anything, otherwise There will be disasters..."

With the end of this ethereal voice, the eyes of the three teenagers who were still awake all blurred.

The next moment, a bunch of things appeared in front of them out of thin air.

The most conspicuous thing is a tightly tied dark quilt, next to the quilt is a basket of black charcoal, and next to the black charcoal is another basket, which is full of big soft steamed buns!
There is a porcelain vase on the top of the steamed bun. The porcelain vase is simple and white, and another sentence reaches the ears of the three teenagers: "In the bottle, you can sprinkle a few drops of the elixir to feed the sick. Remember, don't say anything about it, otherwise there will be disasters..."

The faint voice is like a cool breeze, which is fleeting.

The three children in the shed were left behind, looking at each other, as if falling into a dream.

Song Ci left late, taking three balls of qi with him.

[All things have spirits, everyone can believe in it, and the power of two catties can be traded for sale. 】

[People's desires, joy, sorrow, and surprise, can be traded for two catties and seven taels. 】

[Human desires, greed, worry, and fear can be sold for a catty or two. 】

Among the three balls of energy, one ball is actually wish power!