The Journey of Release After the Awakening of Shadow Fruit

When Moria came outside, the sun had already come out, and as soon as his eyes were bright, he could see the folds of his arm sleeves.

"No wonder this arm feels sore!"

Moria twisted his left hand, moved his joints, turned around and glanced at the chariot, and said with a smile.

Moriah then descended into the city.

It was too late last night, and the clothes shop was closed, so he had to buy a few more clothes and shoes today, since he had a lot of money anyway.

At this time, it was already daylight, and the soldiers guarding the city gate did not check everyone who entered and exited, and Moriah went in smoothly.

The streets were full of people coming and going, and it was so lively that it was completely impossible to tell that this was an era that was always in war.

Moria first went to the big market in the city. Under the happy eyes of the shopkeeper, he bought ten wooden boxes specially designed to hold meals. They were multi-layered and could hold many dishes at one time. There were also clean dishes and bowls. Chopsticks, more than enough.

Then he chose a restaurant in the city that looked more atmospheric, went in, and experienced the smiling and warm service of the waiter in the shop, including steamed buns and fried dough sticks, as well as some exquisite pastries.

Moria went into a private room and ate a portion by himself, but he ordered more than a dozen, especially pastries of all kinds, the most.

"Guest, are you sure you really want so many?"

In the private room, the waiter was dumbfounded. Moriah said a lot, and he wrote it down, but he wasn't sure if the guest in front of him was joking with him. Someone ordered breakfast for about twenty people.

"Isn't this enough!!"

Moria directly took out a gold coin and slapped it on the table.

Got it!

Money is the uncle, the waiter immediately left with a smile on his face.

soon!

Moriah brought all the breakfast that Moriah wanted, and the waiter seemed to want to see how Moriah finished eating, and was not in a hurry to leave.

"What? You also provide escort service!" Moria's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the waiter, smiling a bit coldly.

"Guests, take it easy!"

Seeing that Moriah was unhappy, the waiter smiled and walked out, closing the door of the private room by the way.

In the private room, Moria quickly finished his share, poured the rest on the plate he bought, and put it in the shadow space.

His shadow space is more air-conditioned than air-conditioning, and food entering it can basically keep the original taste without spoiling.

After walking out of the private room, Moria paid the money and left.

The waiter from the shop went into the private room and saw the empty plates, he was inexplicably shocked, and thought to himself: So there really is a God of Cookery in the world.

After eating and drinking enough, the next step is to chat about clothes for yourself.

After coming out of the restaurant, turn left and walk along the street for about [-] meters. Moria came to the largest cloth shop in the city. The plaque on the gate said Su's cloth shop.

The ancients liked to do everything in business, so those who sell cloth, clothes, quilts and other bedding will also sell.

Moria walked in, because it was morning and there were not many people. A Xiaosi was like a salesman in his previous life. As soon as he saw Moria enter the door, he immediately greeted him and asked Moria what he wanted to sell, while bragging about them The shop is the shop of the richest man in the city, and the quality of the fabrics inside is the first-class goods in Qindi, so you will definitely not suffer a loss if you sell them.

"Well, it turned out to be my property!"

Moriah smiled, Fatty Shadow Slave's, isn't it his!

"Help me change my clothes, do you have any?" Moria looked around, but asked without seeing any clothes.

Hearing that Moriah was selling clothes, Siu Si's eyes lit up, he bent over slightly, and slid his right hand, "My lord, come with me."

As he spoke, he walked to the second floor, leading Moriah as he walked.

There is nothing to say about the service, no wonder the big fat man who became his shadow slave can become the richest man, Stoudemire's service awareness is well trained.

The second floor is a private room, and Xiao Si took Moria into one of them, where a long mirror was fixed and erected with wooden brackets.

In the middle is a table with teapots and cups on it. Behind the table is a couch. Stoudemire led Moriah to sit on the couch.

"Young master, please sit down and drink tea, wait a moment!"

Stoudemire poured a cup of tea for Moriah, then left with a smile.

Moriah nodded, took a breath from the teacup, and then took a sip. Not to mention, the taste is not bad, it belongs to the light type, and the tea flavor is not strong. After drinking it, there will be a fragrance left on the lips.

After a while, the private rooms opened, and Stoudemire led three young and beautiful girls in, each with a few white threads in their hands.

"Son!!"

As soon as the three young girls came in, they blushed and saluted Moria, and then began to measure Moria's height, leg length, waist circumference and other body measurements.

During the process, Moria noticed that the eyes of the three young girls met his eyes from time to time, or met his face. Occasionally, their slender hands circled on Moria's chest like soft fingers. Circle around.

"Sure enough, the passer-by girls in Qin Shi are all beautiful and fierce!"

Moriah secretly sighed in his heart, but his face was unmoved.

"But this should be a private order!!"

At this moment, Moria recalled that he seemed to smell money. The clothes this time, as well as the service, should be very expensive.

No wonder that Xiao Si, when he heard that he was here to buy clothes, his eyes lit up immediately, feeling that he saw the fat customer coming.

After a while, Moria turned around, and under the gaze of three girls who resented Moria's unmoved eyes, his shoulder width and other body measurements were measured by the three girls with white lines.