Ice Flame God of War

Chapter 74
He Ling's words immediately attracted everyone's attention. Those boys and girls who were choosing rouge all looked over, but they all looked at the excitement. After all, the Meng family still has a certain strength in Xuancheng.

This Ms. Meng also looked at He Ling, but with a gaze of looking down on others, she wanted to see how the proprietress would cope, instead she regarded herself as a spectator.

"Since someone has taken a fancy to your rouge, then I have no choice but to look at another one, and I will not dare to come to patronize your Jurou Pavilion in the future."

Miss Meng interrupted He Ling with a strange voice, as if she was about to leave.

"Miss Meng, don't leave. I reserved these rouges just for you. No one deserves to use such high-end rouges except you. Besides, the rouges from our Jurou Pavilion are not famous in Xuancheng!

The proprietress coaxed and flattered Miss Meng to stay.

"It's okay if you don't walk away, but what about these rouges, let me continue to use things that others have touched."

This Miss Meng sat down and said in a haughty tone.

"Don't worry, Ms. Meng, these are placed here in appearance. I haven't brought out the real goods yet, so I'll bring them here for you."

It turns out that the items placed on the counter are all in a certain shape, and they are placed there for people to choose and use. Once there is something they like, they can choose which one.

Soon the fat proprietress took out some rouge and put it on the counter. Just as she was about to pack it, He Ling went up and held it down.

"No, these rouges must be sold to me today, because I was the first to see them."

He Ling also had a stubborn temper. Today, he finally came out to buy rouge, and he was very unhappy when he was snatched away.

"I said you stinky girl, you've never finished. If I say I won't sell it to you, I won't sell it to you. I don't welcome you here. Get out immediately."

At this moment, the obese proprietress roared angrily and wanted to kick He Ling out.

"Who are you scolding? Why don't you sell it to me when I come in to buy something. Besides, there are first-come, first-served things. I like things first, so I have to sell them to me."

He Ling doesn't look very tall, but at this moment he looks completely uncompromising.

"This is my thing. I can sell it to whomever I like. Are you in charge?"

The obese proprietress looked over with disdain, as if she looked down on He Ling.

"I said the proprietress, since the owner is interested in the item, then let's sell it to her. As long as he can afford the price, I will give it to her."

At this time, Miss Meng who was drinking the tea interrupted the conversation between the two.

And Qiao Luo has always been on the sidelines, watching everything that happened coldly, but a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Look, look at how generous Ms. Meng is. Since Ms. Meng has spoken, I will give you a chance for Ms. Meng's sake. As long as you can afford it, then this set of rouge is yours gone."

The proprietress still didn't forget to flatter Miss Meng, and said to He Ling in a mocking tone.

"How much silver do these rouges cost?"

He Ling also had an angry face, even if he was angry, he would buy the rouge back.

"Hahaha, I said little girl, you are not mistaken, we do not accept money in Jurou Pavilion, only gang stones, and these things cannot be measured by money."

The fat landlady burst out laughing.

"Then tell me, how many gang stones are needed."

He Ling put away the silver and asked immediately.

"Not much, one hundred gang stones."

The fat proprietress said slowly.

"What are you talking about, you want a hundred gang stones for such a little thing, why don't you go out and grab it."

He Ling never thought that these things would require so many gang stones. Even if their He family can earn a thousand gang stones a month, it would be good. They only get a dozen yuan a month. How can there be so many gang stones? Buy.

"If you can't afford it, then I'm sorry, it's not that I didn't give you a chance."

The mocking eyes on the proprietress's face became more intense.

This time, even Ms. Meng, who was sitting not far away, and the young men and women behind him showed mocking expressions.

Seeing the eyes around him, He Ling's face was very ugly, but he still gritted his teeth.

"You wait, I'll go back and get you the gang stone."

After He Ling finished speaking, he was going to go back and get Gangshi to buy it.

"We can't wait any longer. Here's your chance. If you can't afford it, there's nothing you can do. I can only sell these rouges to Ms. Meng. Forgive me for sending them away."

At this time, the fat proprietress took out Rouge again, and was about to walk towards Miss Meng, when Qiao Luo, who had been standing beside her silently, spoke at this moment.

"Don't worry, we've got these rouges, and here's a hundred gang stones."

With a move of Qiao Luo's arm, the rouge went directly into his hands, and no one even saw it clearly.

The sudden change, not to mention the proprietress, even He Ling and others did not expect that how could this ordinary looking boy be able to make a shot with a hundred gang stones.

Holding the one hundred gang stones that Qiao Luo handed over, the proprietress was at a loss. She deliberately set the price too high just now to make He Ling look ugly. It is rumored that Miss Meng likes the sense of superiority the most. Good, and prefer things taken from others.

"No, these things are not for you."

The proprietress was about to snatch it from Qiao Luo's hand after she finished speaking, but Qiao Luo waved her arm lightly, and the proprietress' body didn't obey her control, and she fell forward, just in time to bump into Miss Meng who was drinking tea.

"Whoa!"

Suddenly the tables and chairs fell over and the tea spilled.

"How dare you hit someone."

After the fat proprietress stood up, she yelled at Qiao Luo.

"Which eye of yours saw me hitting you, you hit it yourself, okay?"

Qiao Luo also showed contemptuous eyes, which seemed to be a little mocking.

It is true that no one saw how Qiao Luo made the move just now, but the proprietress bumped into it by herself, but anyone with a discerning eye knew in his heart that if Qiao Luo didn't use his dark strength, how could she fall down.

"you you you……"

The fat proprietress pointed at Qiao Luo, but didn't know what to say. She didn't even feel that Qiao Luo was exerting force just now, so she couldn't tell why.

"Everyone enters the door as a guest, why do you have to be so terrific, and it's not like we can't afford you."

Qiao Luo said with a joking tone.

"Things are mine, and I can sell them to whomever I want. Are you in charge?"

"I can't control it, but open the door to accept customers, how can you do business like this, since I'm here today, I have to take a good look at your Jurou Pavilion."

After Qiao Luo finished speaking, he actually walked towards the counter, as if he wanted to choose rouge and gouache. Even He Ling was confused, not knowing what Qiao Luo wanted to do.

"A gang stone, yes, I want it."

Qiao Luo picked up a bottle of ordinary rouge, looked at the price on it, and weighed it in his hand, as if he was talking to himself or for everyone present.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound from the ground, Qiao Luo dropped the bottle of rouge onto the ground, all the rouge spilled all over the ground, and even splashed on the clothes of many people around.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hold my hand just now, but it doesn't matter, this is a gang stone as my compensation."

Qiao Luo took out another gang stone and threw it directly on the ground, making a crisp sound again.

Everyone was dumbfounded, they didn't expect the proprietress to be domineering just now, and this kid was even more domineering, and came up with such a way.

One after another, there was a continuous sound of popping, and Qiao Luo took out the bottles of rouge, told the price, and fell to the ground, using the excuse that they accidentally fell on the ground, repeatedly. There is only one reason, but it is enough. When I buy things, as long as the things are mine, I can do whatever I like, and no one can interfere.

Seeing the bottles of rouge being smashed by Qiao Luo, the fat proprietress seemed to look at Qiao Luo with murderous eyes, but remembering that the other party made her fall strangely just now, she didn't dare to go up to stop her, so she could only Standing aside and cursing, Qiao Luo didn't pay attention at all, and kept falling.

"Yin Hong Rouge, the price is three gang stones..."

After Qiao Luo finished speaking, the bottle of rouge was discarded again, and the whole ground became a sea of ​​rouge at this time, and rouges of various colors were intertwined together, mixing different fragrances.

"enough!"

At this time, Qiao Luo, who threw the bottle, was interrupted by a shout.

With one hand still in mid-air, Qiao Luo looked sideways at the source of the voice just now, and saw a young man who came with Miss Meng glaring at him angrily.

"are you talking about me?"

Qiao Luo's voice was very low, and he even pointed to himself, as if to confirm.

"That's right, it's you."

The young man said at this time.

"Why should I listen to you."

With a mocking tone, Qiao Luo dropped the rouge in his hand again and made a crisp sound, which could be said to be a naked slap in the face.

The other party had told Qiao Luo to stop, but Qiao Luo ignored it, and dropped the rouge in his hand with a look of disdain.

And when the young man saw that Qiao Luo didn't give him face, and even refuted it, he suddenly became furious, and a wave of anger emanated from him.

"Do you know what you're doing? Do you know who we are? You stole our favorite rouge, and even smashed it in front of us, boy, tell me your name."

The young man's tone was very cold, as if he had been patient for a long time.

"Who are you? You have to go back and ask your mother! Why are you asking me? I'm not your father. As for who I am, you are not worthy."

Qiao Luo's words almost made the young man recite it angrily, it was so irritating.

"I'm so angry, I'm going to kill this kid."

The young man roared, and then rushed towards Qiao Luo. This time, no one stopped him, let alone stopped him. If it wasn't for this strong young man to make a move, another young man would have made a move, even Ms. Meng. A sign of a move.

"Are you going to shoot if you can't say it? This is better, anyway, the body is just recovering, and the fist is still itchy."

After lying down for half a month, Qiao Luo's shin bones were uncomfortable at this time. If he didn't fight for a long time, his skills would regress, so his eyes lit up when he saw the opponent make a move.

(End of this chapter)