The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Mo Yan sweeps around casually. When he turns around and is ready to go, he bumps into the shelf accidentally. A lot of things are scattered.

The man was in a hurry and rushed over: "my guest, the shop is a small business. If there is any damage, please pay for it."

Mo Yan frowned: "that's natural. If it's really me who broke it, I won't break it."

"All right." Small two should a, crouch down body to prepare to check those fall on the ground of medicinal materials.

Mo Yan stretched out his hand to stop him: "I'll clean it up myself, otherwise it's hard to say how I'm pregnant after two people's hands."

The little two curled his mouth, didn't say anything, and stepped back.

Mo Yan picked up the scattered herbs one by one. There was a small shop around, and there was nothing that could be seen.

The weight of the medicinal materials is relatively light. It doesn't matter much if they fall on the ground. I haven't seen any other problems yet.

At this time, Mo Yan's fingers crossed a plant which was buried in a pile of gray medicinal materials, and suddenly felt the aura exuded from it.

What's this?

He quickly opened those worthless things, to see what it is, the corners of his mouth can not help but stir up a smile.

There's no place to find. It doesn't take much effort to get it. It's the bitter lotus he needs for a hundred years.

A small plant is not very eye-catching. In addition to the scale of the herbal medicine shop, from the shopkeeper to the people at hand, none of them should be highly cultivated. Even the guy in front of him is just a mortal.

Mo Yan thought for a while, and packed up all the other things first. Then he grasped a small pile of medicinal materials, including the hundred year old bitter lotus, and said to the young man, "I'm sorry to give you trouble. In this way, I'll buy all these things. You can give me a price. It's my compensation."

He glanced a little and saw that he didn't have anything in his hand before. It was worth several hundred taels of silver to return to the pack. He thought that the apology was really accurate, and he took all the worthless things.

"Take all three hundred taels of silver, and I won't pursue the mess you've made here." The boy breathed out of his nostrils.

That is to say, Mo Yan hid his accomplishments for the convenience of going out. In addition, he was a mortal and had no eyesight. Otherwise, if he could know how high Mo Yan's accomplishments were, he would have been scared to cry.

Mo Yan didn't think much of his attitude. He nodded his head and agreed to throw out the silver.

"Wait!" At the gate came the sound of a woman drinking.

Mo Yan picked his eyebrows and stood there without moving.

"I have a fancy to the pile of things in your hand. How about selling them to me? I'm going to... "

"I'm sorry, these things have been bought. Our shop is always honest with the old and the young." Boy, it's a bit of a professional ethic.

"I haven't finished. I'll give you a thousand taels of silver." A girl with excellent posture walked into the drugstore. She looked very gentle, but the delicate gas reservoir at the tip of her brow and corner of her eye could not be hidden.

"This..." I don't know what to do, silver! A thousand taels! It can even be said that this pharmacy can't earn a thousand taels of silver a month.

"How's it going? Give it to me, little man. "