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Chapter 129: Black shop, business

Outside Wanli Mountain, beside a wide avenue, a straw shed with a sign with the word "Wine" stood there. A few tauren were wiping the table, setting the dishes and bowls, looking up.

"Hurry up, come, get nervous!"

"Where? The wine bowl, put the wine bowl!"

…

By the time these tauren or the treasurer, or the rest-travelers perform their duties, a team of carts and horses have arrived.

The carriage is three feet high with two-cornered kui horses, and each carriage is several feet high.

A dozen horse-drawn carriages are connected, like a city wall.

"Hey, that, take a break—" a thin, thin Qingniu tribe came forward to greet him, and he swallowed when he saw these carriages.

"Get out of the way."

In front of the frame, a white-haired lion-headed old man gave a low voice, and the Green Bull tribe hurriedly retreated and gave way to the main road.

"Yes, lost the catchy business..."

"It's hard bones, it's best if you don't eat it."

Several tauren sitting at the front of the straw shed muttered, sending the water and wine in front of them to their mouths.

Every time the tribulation is not great, this enough drink is the key to the big guy's high spirits.

The king didn't know where to get the wine, the taste was really greedy.

"Snapped-"

Just when the convoy passed the straw shed for the majority of the time, when a man was walking holding the wine jar, he tripped under his feet and smashed the wine jar to pieces.

The rich aroma of wine permeated instantly.

"what-"

On a big car in the middle of the convoy, a tall lion-headed young man in half-length iron armor moved his head and looked at the grass shed.

"Stop and fix it."

He snorted, then flew out of the carriage.

"Bring me a jar of wine."

He strode to a wooden table and sat down, then spoke.

"Okay, come right away!"

A buddy hurriedly responded, holding the wine jar and delivered it.

"Hold on!"

The white-haired old man who led the way in front of the convoy strode forward and whispered to the iron-clad youth: "My son, eight out of ten restaurants are robbing black shops."

"Black shop?" The iron-clad young man laughed, reached out his hand to grab the wine jar he was holding, and put it on the table: "Aren't there two other ten families?"

After speaking, he split his hand to open the seal on the wine jar, and a mellow aroma came out.

"If the black shop has such good wines to do business, it's okay to let them slaughter them." The iron-clad young man said, raising the wine jar, gurgling wine into his mouth.

"Haha, really good wine!"

He shouted, then turned his head and said: "Move out all your wine."

"Brothers are all over here to taste, this wine is probably five years old!"

Hearing this young man boasting about wine, the guarded lion-head warriors in front of the frame couldn't help but walk over.

The guys brought the wine and brought plates of tender white meat.

"Hey, the meat is soft and waxy, and the taste is really good!" The young lion head was even more delighted when he tasted a piece of meat.

The meat and wine kept coming up, and even the white-haired old man couldn't help eating and drinking.

When everyone was full and full, the young lion head said, "Shopkeeper, how much is this wine and meat?"

In the grass shed, a sturdy man from the Qingniu tribe in a coarse cloth came forward, reaching out and lighting the empty wine jars and empty plates on the table.

"One five, ten...seventeen, eleven..."

This tauren looked muddled and made the youth frowned.

"Haha, I don't know the elder brother, Qingniu people do business, it has always been this way." A lion-head warrior smiled with his belly in his hands.

"No, those Blue Bulls who do coolies sell themselves, don't you know?" Someone looked at the shopkeeper and started counting again, hehe said with a smile.

When they heard them, the expressions of the tauren changed.

"Hmph, I figured it out clearly, these wine and meat add up to eight hundred, not one thousand demon yuan stone." The Qingniu clan shopkeeper yelled, and then stretched out his hand.

"Give me money!"

Hearing what he said, the lion head warriors were all taken aback.

The armored youth looked at the shopkeeper and said, "Are you sure it is a thousand, demon yuan stone?"

"Yes, one thousand, one can't be less, one less, hum..." The shopkeeper clenched his fist and made a few fierce gestures.

"Okay, a thousand demon yuan stones." The iron-clad youth raised his hand, and a pile of dark cyan egg stones fell on the table.

He stretched out his hand to pat the shopkeeper's arm and said, "You collect this demon yuan stone, next time, next time—haha."

After speaking, he led the crowd to leave in strides, and the convoy moved forward slowly.

"Next time, I won't give you any discount next time." The Green Niu Clan shopkeeper murmured, turned his face, looked at the pile of demon yuan stones, his face was shining.

"Haha, brothers, I met a fool, a thousand demon yuan stones, a thousand!"

"Um, Brother Fifth, are we still robbing?" A Qingniu tribe who had played the role of a passerby merchant for a long time and drank three jars of wine stood up and whispered.

"What kind of robbery? This thousand demon yuan stone is more than the previous few trips plus one." The shopkeeper laughed, and reached out his hand to bring the demon yuan stone into the grass shed directly connected to the table.

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In the motorcade, the white-haired lion-headed old man looked at the iron-clad youth on the cart and said: "My son, this wine and meat, not to mention a thousand demon yuan stone, even a thousand demon yuan crystal can't buy it."

The conversion between a thousand demon essence stones and a thousand demon essence spars is a hundred times.

Whether it is the sweet wine that is scarce in the spirit demon world, or the extremely delicious meat, they are all good things that can't be bought with a demon essence stone.

"Hehe, you guys are talking about the sillyness of the Blue Bull Clan, you don't even know that you were sold in business, this time I believe it." The iron-clad youth said with a laugh.

Isn't it stupid to sell such good things at a low price?

"That is, the meat and wine are really good. If you bring some back to the Yellow Lion City, I'm afraid it will sell for a high price." A lion-head warrior said.

"Hehe, I think too much, because these people of the Qingniu tribe don’t kill, they sell the meat they don’t know where they get. How can there be such good wine and meat?" On the other side, a warrior shook his head. .

The others nodded.

"Shizi, there is a wine shed in front of a Qingniu tribe." Suddenly, the warrior who explored the path in front of him shouted loudly.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"Go, go and see." The iron-clad youth said with a smile.

…

At sunset, Xu Cheng looked at the dozen or so members of the Blue Bull tribe in front of him who were beaming and holding the Demon Yuanshi in his hands, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

There are always more than 10,000 demon essence stones, which can also be converted into 10,000 spiritual stones.

All of the ten wine sheds sold meat and wine and replaced them with demon essence stones.

It was just the drinks that Dao Realm had put for a while, as well as the flesh and blood of the Sea-Monster that had been refined to exhaust the power of its vitality and blood, so they returned with so many demon essence stones.

This business has indeed earned more than ten times.

But he led these guys to robbery, and as a result, these guys started business seriously.

"Is that satisfied?"

"Forget what we are here for?"

Xu Cheng sullenly and drew in a low voice.

"Understand, we are here to rob Dao."

"Yes, robbery."

The bustling response was weak.

Xu Cheng glared at them with hatred of iron and steel.

Is the robbery really for the sake of robbery? That is to hone your lazy cows' techniques!

"I heard that your wine and meat are good, do you have any more? Take them all out."

A voice sounded, and seven or eight werewolves sat down at the table.