Seeing someone stop in front of the stall, the vendor selling candied haws quickly put on a smile and greeted them warmly.
When he looked up, he saw a beautiful woman in a white robe, with an ethereal look.
The vendor sighed inwardly, and his enthusiasm and anticipation suddenly diminished. This kind of person must be out of touch with the world and would not buy anything.
Unexpectedly, she picked up one and handed it to the boy next to her.
Listening to the conversation between the two, I found out that they were master and disciple.
The vendor blushed and whispered: "The fairy is so pretty. I'll give you this candied haws for free."
Jiang Niannian refused: "How can this be possible?" Then she handed over a spirit stone.
Yin Buqi, who was standing aside, suddenly changed his expression, rushed forward and kicked over the vendor's stall.
"Don't give up!"
Jiang Niannian exclaimed before she could stop him.
The vendor watched the boy suddenly commit the crime, and it took him a while to react. He yelled angrily, "What are you doing!"
Yin Buqi bit off a candied haws and chewed it with a crunch: "Smashing the stall, can't you see?"
The vendor was so angry that he looked at the dirty candied haws on the ground and cursed: "Are you sick?! I gave you the candied haws out of kindness, but you smashed the stall without saying a word. You must be a lunatic!"
Unexpectedly, Yin Buqi was not angry. He smiled and reached out to pinch the vendor's neck.
The movement seemed gentle, but it was extremely powerful. The vendor's feet had slightly left the ground. His face turned purple due to difficulty breathing, and his eyes were full of fear. He was unable to speak.
Yin Buqi's hand was caught by another hand.
He turned his head and looked back, and saw Jiang Niannian's face with a slight anger.
She said, "Don't give up, let go."
Yin Buqi let go of the man as he was told. The man fell to the ground with a clang, wailing non-stop.
"Yin Buqi! What the hell are you doing!" Jiang Niannian frowned and wanted to help the vendor, but Yin Buqi stopped her, "Master, let me do it."
He squatted down, seemingly to help, but whispered sinisterly into the vendor's ear: "A mortal like you, are you worthy of coveting my master?"
"Do you believe me? I'll dig out your eyes?"
There was murderous intent in the red eyes.
The vendor was stunned for a moment, then he no longer cared about the pain or his stall, he struggled to get up and ran away.
Jiang Niannian sighed, and with her fingertips moved, she produced a bag of spirit stones from the peddler's waist.
Just consider it as compensation.
“Master!”
His little evil disciple had done all the bad things, and she took all the blame for them. Now he is afraid that she will be angry, so he calls her sweetly.
It is early spring now, the grass and trees are still withering, and the cold air seems to like to drill into Yin Buqi.
He was wearing a black robe with gold edges, a high ponytail, a golden button, and a belt around his thin waist. His face was pale and his body was thin, but his facial features showed a thrilling fragility.
But Jiang Niannian knew that he was not fragile. He was stronger than anyone she had ever seen in this world.
She decided to ignore him, turned around and walked towards the inn.
I thought to myself, “I was thinking of giving him a sword, but now it seems I have to wait.”
"Hey, Master, wait for me."
"Master, don't be angry. Next time, I will pay attention and not cause you any trouble."
"Good Master, please forgive me this time."