Female killer crossing into money-losing goods: Perfume Princess

Chapter 613 Thousands of miles of ice (2)

Ali screamed: "Grandpa, it's snowing a lot outside, aren't you cold?"

The old man giggled, "It's neither cold nor cold, but I'm very hungry, kid, can you give me something to eat?"

Ali jumped down from his chair and handed the biscuit to the old man. "Grandpa, why don't you go home in such a cold weather? Don't you have a home?"

The old man wolfed down the biscuits, wiped his mouth, and smiled at Ali almost flatteringly: "Little devil, get me some more, the old man is very hungry."

Ali shook his head seriously: "No, I have to give it to my grandma." He stared at the old man holding a few candied fruit in his hand, and said, "Grandpa, your candied fruit looks like what I eat!"

The old man pretended to be stupid, "Really, I bought it at the shop in front."

Tang Duomi sat on the side, looking at the old man. He was wearing patched old clothes, which were old but very clean. It was snowing heavily outside, but there was no snowflakes on his hair or clothes.

The most important point is that she can't see the old man's realm at all.

His forehead was smooth and rosy, no different from ordinary people, but she concentrated spiritual power in her eyes, and could see that his forehead was covered by a misty white cloud, making it impossible to see the real realm clearly.

Putting the baked cakes and biscuits on the table one by one, Tang Duomi said in a hoarse voice: "There is no free dinner in this world."

The old man rolled his eyes and jumped into the room, "Old woman, can I buy it with money?"

After all, the old man grabbed a handful of gold coins from the storage bag, threw them on the table, and then grabbed the cake with his hands.

Tang Duomi flew over with an ice blade condensed from water aura, almost cutting off the old man's wrist.With a sweep of her hand, she took the gold coin and said coldly, "This little money is not enough to pay for the sweets."

The old man blinked, confused: "What candy? I don't know! I don't know!"

"It's fine if you don't know." Tang Duomi didn't argue with him, and with a wave of his hand on the table, he put all the food into the storage bag.

The old man made a bitter face, stared at Tang Duomi's storage bag, swallowed a few saliva, and took out a handful of gold coins, "Okay, okay, the money just now is considered to be paying for candy, and this handful of money is for your pastries. "

Tang Duomi glanced at it. The old man's storage bag was bulging, and he must have a lot of good things. "It's a good idea to buy Laosang's pastries for such a small amount of money."

"How much do you want?" The old man scratched his head, his long white eyebrows curled awkwardly.

(End of this chapter)