Records of Beating Workers Forced to Save the World

Chapter 189 Xiaoyaozong ([-])

Ji Mingzhao went upstairs along the creaking stairs, the entire second floor was quiet, as if she was the only one staying on the entire second floor.

She clicked her tongue lightly, if she didn't want to live better, she wouldn't just be fooled like this, but now that the inn has such an attitude, Ji Mingzhao's already very unpleasant mood also becomes even more unpleasant.

Ji Mingzhao gently pushed open the door of her room, and the grass she put on the low table suddenly turned the blade of grass facing the window to the door. Seeing that it was Ji Mingzhao who came in, she turned the blade of grass again Aim out the window.

Ji Mingzhao walked into the room, sat next to Fenlingcao, looked out the window together with it, and stayed with Fenlingcao for a long time, sometimes Ji Mingzhao could feel its emotions, just like now, Ji Mingzhao It is obvious that Fenlingcao is very vigilant, as if there is something outside the window...

Quietly across...

Ji Mingzhao released the mud monkey, pointed to the window sill.

Holding a long stick in its paw, the mud monkey quickly jumped a few times to the window sill, looked down along the window sill, then raised his head again, and shook his head at Ji Mingzhao.

"close."

The monkey closed the window obediently, jumped onto the table, and looked around vigilantly.

Ji Mingzhao moved the grass to the bed, and lay down on the outside. When modifying the mud monkey for the second time, Ji Mingzhao added a long stick and a small skirt to the monkey, just to match the most powerful big boy in his mind. The hero is approaching, no matter whether the monkey can reach [-]% of the hero in his heart, Ji Mingzhao feels that it seems to be much more at ease.

It rained like this for a whole day, Ji Mingzhao was lying on the bed listening to the majestic rain outside the window, and gradually became sleepy.

The night passed like this, until the next morning, the rain gradually stopped.

Ji Mingzhao didn't sleep well that night, he had strange dreams all night, but he didn't know what he dreamed when he woke up, but the restlessness and powerlessness in the dream continued into reality.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Guest officer, the shop was flooded yesterday, the kitchen was flooded, and there were only steamed buns this morning." After speaking, the waiter outside the door turned around and went downstairs without waiting for Ji Mingzhao's answer.

The service attitude of this store is really bad!

Ji Mingzhao put on his clothes, washed up briefly, turned around and went downstairs.

At this time, the floor of the inn was still a little wet, and the water in some places even covered the uppers of shoes. Ji Mingzhao carefully walked around the puddles, and sat down at random in the lobby by the window.

Just after Ji Mingzhao sat down, he suddenly saw a man in a blue shirt coming down from upstairs.

The man's figure is very tall, even not much different from Xue Wen, who is 1.9 meters tall. The man looks very cool and thin, with thin lips, thin eyes and narrow cheeks. He looks very thin and thin. It seems that just a gust of wind can move The man was blown down.

Seeing Ji Mingzhao looking at her, the man first set his eyes on the grass behind Ji Mingzhao, then shifted his gaze from the grass to Ji Mingzhao's face, and nodded to Ji Mingzhao.

It turns out that I am really not the only one in this inn.

Ji Mingzhao also nodded to the man and greeted him politely.

Seeing Ji Mingzhao's response, the man walked directly to Ji Mingzhao's table, and said to Ji Mingzhao, "Miss, may I ask what kind of spiritual herb is on your back?"

Ji Mingzhao glanced at the man, and moved the fennel grass from behind to his chest and hugged it tightly: "It's not some spiritual grass, it's just an onion."

The man didn't expect Ji Mingzhao to answer like this, and Fanlingcao didn't expect that one day he would be called a green onion, so he forgot to struggle for a while.

"Good... good... I'll give you the spirit stone later." Ji Mingzhao lay down on the blade of grass, trying to comfort Fanlingcao. Although Fanlingcao was very unhappy, she gave Ji Mingzhao more face than before. Actually, he was obedient and didn't move.

The man glanced at Ji Mingzhao several times, as if he wanted to judge from his appearance whether Ji Mingzhao had some mental problems, or if he was really pretending to be crazy.

Ji Mingzhao hugged the grass, looked up at the man, with a look of innocence on his face.

The man looked at Ji Mingzhao again, and finally just said, "Excuse me."

Then he sat down at a table behind Ji Mingzhao.

Soon, the waiter came out of the kitchen with a basin of cold steamed buns. He first served two for Ji Mingzhao, and then put the remaining five steamed buns in front of the man: "Guests, take it easy."

Ji Mingzhao picked up the steamed bun, looked around, broke open the steamed bun and smelled it, and after making sure that the steamed bun was not damaged, he reluctantly swallowed the hot water.

The man behind him was also quietly eating steamed buns. If Ji Mingzhao didn't know that the man was sitting behind him, he wouldn't even feel that there was someone behind him. This quiet breakfast only lasted a quarter of an hour.

A quarter of an hour later, when Ji Mingzhao swallowed the last mouthful of steamed buns, he heard the sound of tables and chairs moving behind him.

The man in the green shirt stood up, walked in front of Ji Mingzhao in two steps, first saluted Ji Mingzhao, and then reported his family name: "Girl, I'm Feng Siyuan, do you dare to ask the onion behind the girl for sale?"

Ji Mingzhao looked at Feng Siyuan, and from his eyes, Ji Mingzhao knew that he should know that the grass behind him was the weed grass: "I won't sell it."

Seeing that Ji Mingzhao didn't sell it, Feng Siyuan still wanted to fight for it: "Girl, make an offer, and I'll pay ten times the price."

After the Yucheng case, Fanlingcao was frightened by half, and Danguo again recruited people from several surrounding towns to fill in Yucheng, but it may take a while to restore the original order of Yucheng. time.

Since then, the price of fennel grass has been rising all the way, and it is difficult to catch fenling grass in a short period of time. The number of fenling grass circulating in the market has decreased sharply, and it is estimated that it will soon be so expensive that there will be no market.

Ji Mingzhao guessed that this person should not be able to buy fennel grass, so he was so excited when he saw the plant behind him.

"I won't sell it for any amount."

Feng Siyuan looked so depressed, and suddenly, he seemed to think of something and raised his head: "Miss, are you going to Xiaoyaozong? As long as you can give me this grass, I will definitely recommend it to you, and give you the best exercises." how?"

Is this person from Xiaoyaozong?
Ji Mingzhao has inquired all the way, and this place is only two towns away from Xiaoyaozong, so it is not unusual to meet a monk of Xiaoyaozong here.

"I'm going to Xiaoyaozong." After Ji Mingzhao said this, Feng Siyuan's eyes lit up, but there was a catch behind Ji Mingzhao, "I really don't sell this grass."

"Why?" Feng Siyuan can see the extremely high monopoly value behind the fearless Fenling grass, but he doesn't understand the deep relationship between Ji Mingzhao and the grass, "It's just a grass, if you sell it to me, I will definitely sell it to you." If the price is sufficient, you will also have spirit stones to practice."

Ji Mingzhao was afraid that Feng Siyuan would come to snatch Fanlingcao, so he hugged Fanlingcao very vigilantly, ready to withdraw at any time, showing up. This sect can enter in an unscrupulous way, and can visit secretly, but Fanlingcao must not be lost: "I raised this grass!"

　The time on the computer got stuck, and Douzi thought it was still the 20th, but he just waited until the 21st to post...

　　small theater:
　　Ji Mingzhao: What level dares to take my grass? !
　　Feng Siyuan: ...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)