The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 457

"It turns out to be Miss Tu Leng, the love of the head of the Cloud Shadow Sect."

"Yes, it's me!"

Seeing that the steward recognized her identity, the corners of Leng Muxiang's mouth were slightly raised, and the lower jaw was raised proudly.

Now that someone recognized her, the matter became much easier.

Based on Yunyingzong's status, no matter who it is, they must give some favors, including the black market.

"It's really disrespectful." Slightly raised her lips, the steward slightly blessed herself.

Seeing that he was so polite to Leng Muxiang, the surrounding vendors showed a trace of surprise on their faces.

"It's strange, what's wrong with the manager today, he's notoriously defying power and acting impartially."

"Yeah, I also find it strange. But the other party is the beloved disciple of the master of Cloud Shadow Sect. The steward is probably afraid of offending Cloud Shadow Sect. No one will dare to come to the black market to exchange potions in the future, right?"

Hearing everyone's discussion, the steward slowly straightened up.

When he met Leng Muxiang's eyes full of complacency, he quickly withdrew the smile on his face, and looked at her solemnly: "However, it doesn't matter if you are a disciple of Yunyingzong, today is your suzerain Pei Yunqing. Yes, and abide by the rules of my black market."

As if she didn't expect the manager to turn her face faster than turning a book, Leng Muxiang was slightly taken aback.

Before she came back to her senses, the steward pointed at the stairs leading to the outside, and shouted, "Get out!"

"Go out, you are not welcome in the black market."

"Get out quickly, don't delay our business..."

The street vendors in the black market conspired together and issued an order to evict Leng Muxiang unceremoniously.

Leng Muxiang was so frightened by the manager's sudden change of attitude that she came back to her senses, and snorted displeasedly: "I will go by myself!"

Losing face in the black market, Leng Muxiang feels very humiliated.

She walked slowly towards the stairs leading to the exit under the eyes of everyone's disgust, but her eyes quickly swept over everyone present, and finally fell on the "boy" wearing a half mask.

The corner of the "boy"'s mouth was slightly raised, and there was a faint smile on the exposed half of his face. When he looked at her, he seemed to be watching a good show.

The fist was clenched tightly, and the veins on the back of the hand became very obvious.

Today's account, she Leng Muxiang wrote down first, even if she may not see this boy in the future, but Jun Moli can't escape!
Amid the crowd chasing guests away, Leng Muxiang left with humiliation.

As soon as she left, the black market was bustling again, and all the vendors gathered around Jun Moli to introduce their goods.

"Young master, my family has a lot of treasures, such as defensive soft armor, powerful offensive weapons, everything you need."

A man's voice stood out from the noise.

Jun Moli turned his eyes to look at the shop he was pointing at, and quickly glanced over those armors.

When Zhuo Hao goes back this time, he will inevitably turn against the people in Zhuojiazhuang.

Although his cultivation has grown rapidly, he still lacks actual combat experience. If he can choose a few items that can help him in the black market, it may be able to help him a little.

Thinking about it, Jun Moli strode towards the booth in the corner.

Seeing this, the man was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly walked ahead to lead the way.

Behind the crowd, a pink figure stood in the corner, looking at Jun Moli in the crowd, his eyes were as sinister as a poisonous snake.

Sensing an unusual gaze staring at her, Jun Moli turned around like a hurricane, and quickly scanned the third floor of the black market, but found no suspicious person.

(End of this chapter)