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Chapter 12 The weird flower shop
Wanwan completely let herself go in the flower and bird market, as if she had entered her own small garden, looking at all kinds of rare and exotic flowers.

"Brother, the flowers in this pot of flowers are beautiful, and so is that tree. It can also bear fruit~"

Wanwan stopped in front of an orange tree and looked up at the lush fruit trees.

She knelt down, frowned, and touched the trunk of the orange tree.

Seeing her stop suddenly, Xia Zhihuai bent down to look at the orange tree, then looked at the serious expression on her face, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Little Tangerine is complaining, it says it doesn't like the little black pot, it's uncomfortable to stay in it."

Xia Zhihuai was confused by Wanwan's childish words, but the world of children should be wild and unconstrained.

Xia Zhihuai didn't think too much. After thinking for two seconds, he comforted: "When the little orange tree finds a suitable buyer, it can move and no longer needs to live in such a narrow flower pot."

Wanwan's eyes suddenly brightened, and she looked at Xia Zhihuai expectantly: "Then let's take the little orange back, shall we? Brother?"

Xia Zhihuai looked at the tree and hesitated for a few seconds, then looked at the expectant little dumpling and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to buy a peach tree?"

"Can I have both?" Wanwan turned to look at him eagerly.

She was a little reluctant to give up the little orange tree, because after walking around the flower and bird market for most of the time, this little orange tree was the only one that was particularly spiritual.

She could hear the little orange tree grumbling in the distance.

Although the spiritual energy is insufficient now, it is impossible for the little orange tree to turn into a fairy like her.

But if you meet the right conditions and practice hard for decades, you can still become a little mountain spirit.

Small orange trees will die if they continue to be planted in pots.

……

Xia Zhihuai picked her up from the ground and carried her into this inconspicuous-looking store.

The store was very quiet, and no one was seen looking at the store.

Wanwan also turned her head and suddenly tugged on Xia Zhihuai's collar and pointed at the rocking chair that was blocked by the flower stand.

"over there."

Xia Zhihuai saw a man lying on the rocking chair. He was wearing a light gray gown and a navy blue mandarin jacket. He was dressed in standard late Qing Dynasty style. He had a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet and a book covering his face. "Western Mountain Sutra".

This look and this costume immediately brings people back to that era when the empire was declining.

It seems that we can get a glimpse of the old rules and regulations hidden in the declining dynasty, and the fragrance of powder hidden in the long alleys.

"Boss, buy flowers."

Xia Zhihuai quickly came to his senses and knocked on the waist-high wooden counter.

Wanwan looked at the uncle lying on the rocking chair, blinked curiously, and struggled to slip out of Xia Zhihuai's arms.

With gentle steps, she walked to the rocking chair and stood on tiptoes to uncover the "Western Mountain Sutra" on the man's face.

Before the short fingers touched the book cover, they were caught by a slender hand.

The man lying on the rocking chair opened the book with his left hand, opened one eyelid and glanced at the three-headed little guy, released his hand and flicked her forehead: "Buying flowers?"

Wanwan covered her forehead with both hands, puffed her cheeks, and stared at the man with big eyes.

"Yes, boss, how do you sell that orange tree outside?"

Xia Zhihuai bent down and rubbed Wanwan's little head, then pointed to the orange tree outside the door and asked.

The boss leaned on the chair and sat up straight, stretched his head to look outside, and smiled with the corner of his mouth upturned: "The price is four hundred."

"Small business, no bargaining."

Xia Zhihuai looked at the big orange tree and asked, "Are you in charge of delivering the goods?"

"No free shipping, door-to-door delivery plus fifty extra."

The boss raised five fingers, looked at Xia Zhihuai with a smile and said.

Xia Zhihuai raised his eyebrows: "Can't it be cheaper?"

"There's a cheap orange tree next door. Just go to their house."

The boss didn't follow common sense. He had a do-it-or-leave attitude. He was obviously not very enthusiastic about this business.

Seeing that Xia Zhihuai was still thinking about it, he lowered his head and looked at the little dumpling who was staring at him right and wrong. He put the ancient book in his hand on the square table, picked up the clay pot on the small stove next to his leg, and poured it on the tea table. Two steaming cups of tea.

"Would you like some tea, little girl?"

Wanwan felt strange when she saw her boss.She noticed fluctuations of spiritual energy in her boss, but she couldn't see through her boss's true form.

Only the pointed, furry ears on top of his head could be seen.

A bit like a dog, a bit like a fox.

But she didn't dare to expose it in person. This monster's cultivation level must be quite high.

Brother Qinglong and Xiao Qilin both said that it is not easy for the spirits of the lower world to practice cultivation.

In recent years, humans have been forced to continuously open up new territories, making it difficult for mountain spirits to survive.

They had to learn from humans and hide their identities in the world just to live a happy life.

So as long as they don't do bad things, there is no need to reveal their identities.

This is probably the so-called... People are hard to tear down, right?

……

After being stared at by a pair of big, clean and clear eyes for a long time, the boss pretended to be calm and picked up the teacup, blowing away the mist.

He took a savory sip, then picked up the "Western Mountain Sutra" at hand and pressed it on Xiao Zaizai's face, teasing her.

"Why are you staring at me? Is there something wrong with my face?"

Wanwan held the book on her face with her short, soft hands and carefully put the book back on the table. She stood on tiptoes to touch Mao's ears.

The shop owner's ears are white. After being stared at by her for a long time, the tip of the ear moved quietly, which is very spiritual.

"Your hairy ears, can you touch them for me?"

Wanwan stood on tiptoe and tried her best to get in front of the boss, her voice was extremely low.

The man sitting in the rocking chair stiffened, and the joking expression on his face faded a bit. He placed the tea cup on the table and looked up and down at the baby who looked like a winter melon.

Two big hands held Wanwan's little face, turning it to the left and then to the right.

It looks like a human cub no matter how you look at it. How come you can see through his monster form at a glance?

"Uncle, can you please let go of the bowl?"

Wanwan's round face was held up, and it was a little difficult to speak. She asked vaguely to free her little face.

The boss let go of his hand, turned the folding fan in his hand, and scratched his forehead with his index finger.

"Then tell uncle, which family's fairy baby are you from?"

Wanwan rubbed her small round face, made a few facial expressions, and then replied solemnly: "Wanwan is the baby of Xiao Taoxian, and she is three thousand years old this year."

boss:"……"

"Don't bully me for being ignorant."

The boss lied to the child seriously: "Kid, if you lie, you will wet your pants at night."

Wanwan didn't believe it, she might be older than this fairy uncle, and things like peeing her pants would never happen to her.

"Wanwan is the peach fairy's cub, and all the gods know it."

The boss thinks it's funny, this little guy is still serious, and he doesn't know how the elders in the family taught him.

"If you're like this, we won't be able to continue chatting."

Tao Wanwan put her hips on her hips angrily, and turned into a violent little puffer fish: "I'm telling the truth, I'm so tired of talking to you adults, I don't listen to the truth, I have to listen to lies."

"What's that lie?" The boss looked at her amusedly.

Wanwan stared at him for a while, but it was useless. She covered her cramped eyes and hummed softly: "The lie is that Wanwan is a human cub."

The boss's acceptance of this answer is actually very high.

Because he didn't find any demonic aura on Wanwan, either this was a purely human cub, or the cub was raised by some powerful demon family and had learned the spell to block the demonic aura at a young age, or He wears a magic weapon that can shield evil spirits.

Seeing that he believed it so easily, Wan Wan almost exploded with anger.

Turning her back to the boss for a few seconds, she soon figured it out.

Forget it, she is a little Taoxian, so she can't argue with those little goblins, elders should have the bearing of elders.

(End of this chapter)