Parasitic Cultivation: Start Bound to Mimic System

Chapter 9
The shop clerk was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at the shopkeeper.

"Why don't you ask?" Feng Ping said while eating a gourd duck.

"Okay… okay."

Xiao Er trotted all the way, came to Kong Yu, whispered into his ear.

Snapped!
Shopkeeper Kong slapped him on the head, "It's a big deal! Mr. Zhao will care about those few pennies!"

"Yes, yes, yes." The shop clerk nodded and bowed for a while, and responded repeatedly.

But after waiting for a long time, the shopkeeper didn't say whether to refund or not!
"Mr. Zhao, are you asking me if this little thing needs to be cleaned up? You actually asked me whether the money I paid will be refunded or not." Kong Yu is worthy of the face of a successful businessman. In the hands of Zhao Yunlong.

"The one over there?"

Gently pointing at the folding fan in his hand, the teenagers behind him looked at him one after another.

"It's him?"

"Haha, it's the one who pierced his sea of ​​​​qi and wanted to let it go in!"

Duan Lin frowned and walked out from the crowd, unexpectedly seeing this young man here.

"Back! Why don't you back?" Zhao Yunlong raised his mouth slightly, then waved his hand, "Go upstairs."

They don't live in the same room and eat with these ordinary people!
Soon, the quasi-immortal cultivators followed Shopkeeper Kong into the second-floor private seat.

Duan Lin did not follow.

She took the initiative to walk to Fengping's table, with a slightly worried look on her face, after all, the person was thrown out after being unconscious the day before yesterday.

"Are you OK?"

"We know each other?" Feng Ping blinked his eyes, pretending not to know.

He didn't want to interact with this group of people, especially the girl in front of him!Thinking that such a beautiful embryo would turn into a monster covered in festering worms in the future, Feng Ping lost his appetite!
"Aren't you Feng Ping?"

"No."

Duan Lin pointed to the pair of black hands on the table, self-evident.

"Okay, I am." Feng Ping put down his chopsticks and shrugged, "May I ask why the Xian family wants me?"

"The matter of cultivating immortals depends on chance and talent. You don't have a destiny with the immortal family, so you don't have to feel ashamed. You can also plow the fields and sell people..."

"Trouble Fairy, don't worry about it. Ordinary people have a bad life. They live to eat and sleep after death. It doesn't matter so much."

I thought something was wrong, but it turned out that I was filling myself with chicken soup.

"You can see it too."

"Since this is the case, I wish the fairy to form a golden core as soon as possible and cultivate the law of heaven and earth!"

After finishing speaking, Feng Ping picked up the chopsticks, ignored her, and started eating on his own.

To say that this Shouxian Building is not easy?

Even if it's just a shop boy who does odd jobs, there are smart people.

After a while, a young boy who looked more clever than the one just now came, and handed over three taels of silver.

"Young Master Zhao said, back!"

Without raising his head, Feng Ping directly took the money and stuffed it into his pocket.

He still doesn't understand?This is clearly for the "fairy" in front of me!
Seeing that the other party was ignoring Duan Lin, it was boring to stand still. Anyway, she said everything she had to say, and she already had a clear conscience.

Then he went upstairs alone.

Feng Ping devoured a table of dishes, patted his bulging stomach, and left the Shouxian Tower.

Eat a big meal for nothing!
Good luck!

Who said that on the third day of the first lunar month, people should avoid traveling?
Leaving the main street, Feng Ping first went to the blacksmith shop next door to buy a dagger, and then turned into Xujia Lane. There was a medicine shop here, no name, no plaque, and only one person opened the room and picked up the medicine!
The reason why it is so hidden is because his family has never done serious business.

Feng Ping stepped up the steps and knocked on the closed wooden door. After a while, there was the sound of walking inside.

The door panel was moved away, and a little old man with a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, hanging eyebrows and a mustache poked his head out.

"Prescription?"

"Yes, prescription."

Hu Yiqiang looked around and saw no one around, so he moved away to let Feng Ping in.

Then put the door panel on directly.

"Where did the boy find out about me?"

"My mother."

"How is it? Does it work?" Hu Yiqiang raised his eyebrows and said proudly.

Feng Ping stared at the other person's eyes, it was a look that wanted to pierce the other person.

"It works! Pretty much works!"

"As long as it works, as long as it works, what prescription do you want to prescribe this time?"

"The poisonous prescription!" After Feng Ping finished speaking, he took out the dagger he just bought from his arms, and thrust it hard into the table!
bass!
Hu Yiqiang was shocked by this sudden change.

"You... what do you want!"

"Either sell me a pair of poisonous medicine, or you can go and bury my parents!" At this moment, Feng Ping stared fiercely at the little old man in front of him!

That's right, he is the one who sold his mother's two-taste folk remedies!

"You...I...I don't have this..."

Feng Ping pulled out the dagger on the table and was about to stab him. How could the opponent be his opponent given his octogenarian body?

Seeing the tip of the knife approaching, Hu Yiqiang was so frightened that he died!How could I meet a lunatic today!
"Slow! Yes... yes!"

Although Feng Ping's stabbing hand stopped, the tip of the knife was still touching the opponent's clothes.

"What medicine?"

"Arsenic."

"No way!" Feng Ping used his dagger so hard that it was about to pierce his clothes.

"Ah! No way? You... what do you want?"

"The kind that sees the blood seal the throat!"

As far as the effect of arsenic is concerned, even if Zhang Mazi and the others eat it, they can kill him before he dies.
"Then...that's not...his...it hurts! It hurts...yes! yes!" Hu Yiqiang cried out in pain, but he didn't expect the young man in front of him to be a savage, and he would strike if he said something wrong!
"Go get it."

Feng Ping glanced at his mouth, but he didn't intend to let go.

Hu Yiqiang's blood flowed down the tip of the knife to his hand, but he didn't realize it.

Anyway, he was also the one who killed the monks!
This little blood?

"Blood! Blood! I'm dying, I'm dying!"

Hu Yiqiang cried out in horror.

"If you shout again, you will really die."

Feng Ping's voice was gloomy and penetrating, which scared the charlatan quickly shut up.

He walked quickly into the back room, moved the bed board, pushed out the box below, and took out a porcelain bottle from it.

"Give."

Feng Ping still did not let go of the dagger.

"what is this?"

"I traveled in the early years, and a fairy gave it to me. It is said that mortals will die if they touch it, and even monks will lose their strength and be slaughtered!" Hu Yiqiang said tremblingly.

"Really?"

"real!"

"Then I'll give it a try." As he spoke, he was about to open the porcelain bottle.

"Don't! Don't! Brother, I'll give you whatever you want!"

Hu Yiqiang was sweating coldly.

try?Who will try?
Just the two of them in the room!

"If I lie to you, there will be thunder and bangs! Just go back and find a beast to try!"

Thunder and bang?
Ha ha.

Feng Ping sneered in his heart, because of what the other party did, he should have been hacked to death long ago!

But judging by his reaction, it shouldn't be fake.

Feng Ping carefully put away the porcelain bottle, and walked backwards towards the door.

"You know! My father and mother are dead, and I will die! I don't expect to survive after revenge."

Hu Yiqiang has lied to people for so many years, still don't understand this?
"I know, I know, I don't say it, I don't say it!"

(End of this chapter)