For a dendrobium deep sea pearl for an ambergris crab, this is ridiculously expensive for mortals.
But in the eyes of the wealthy Nanhai cultivator and the monster, this is like a white pick, except for those who are really messed up, no one can afford it. The problem is that the crab lies on the ground and ignores others.
The booth was crowded with people, all of them making promises and swearing.
"Go, my brother didn't even glance at you, don't get in the way." The big man selling dragon saliva said angrily.
The cultivator ran away, and the gray-white and fat little cloud-swallowing whale let out a whimper like a whimper, and fell on the coral stone steps because it couldn't hold it.
"No promise!"
The stall owner of the swallowing cloud whale who sold the child angrily took it back into the basket and taught: "Without this, there are other monks who can choose, don't put on such a pitiful appearance, there will be monsters in monsters. look!"
Just a few days after the baby whale was born, because it has the blood of a monster, it is late in adulthood, and it is very small in juvenile state. How could it possibly understand the warning from his father
It patted its tail reluctantly in the basket.
Several other brothers were swept in the head or body, and they regarded it as a fun game, and they also crowded around, snapping at each other, flapping their tails, rolling into a ball, almost overturning the basket.
"Woooo."
The little whale kept calling in a weak, pleading voice.
Many passing monks couldn't help but stop and take a look.
Soon, the little whale's brother was sold. These little guys who have not opened their minds are not sad about being separated from their parents and brothers. Every one of them was very happy, and he flicked his tail and pulled the cultivator he liked.
The monks who can go to the mirage are not ordinary people.
As long as the little guys like it, the stall owner rarely refuses, and with the contract, the monster is not afraid of the inhuman being entrusted by the child.
In the end, the cultivator didn't get the Ambergris Crab's favor, so he squeezed out of the crowd dejectedly, and returned in despair.
"Tsk, some people are so ambitious." The owner of the Cloud Swallowing Whale deliberately laughed loudly.
As a result, the seller of dragon scale armor next to him kept winking at him.
"Um?"
The stall owner looked down and was shocked.
I saw the little whale with its tail pouting, tilting the basket with its weight, and shouting excitedly at the monk who passed by with a decadent breath, his voice was weak, and he would ignore it if he was not careful.
The cultivator just bowed his head at the mockery and was about to leave quickly, but he was confronted with the round gray-white body of the little whale.
"… "
"you!!"
The stall owner was furious and despised his son, but he couldn't buy crabs and came back to find his son
The world is so big that it's hard to find the same clan of the cloud swallowing whale, and there are still two-legged monks everywhere? Would you like to suffer from this idleness? It's not that his son can't be sold!
"return!"
The stall owner rudely pulled the basket back.
If it is on land, the little whale can only helplessly follow back, but here is the sea.
Taking advantage of this pulling force, the little whale tumbled out, rushed to the hem of the monk's robe, and slammed into it, and cleverly curled up its body and tail, all trapped in the fabric.
"puff."
Chen He, who was always watching the excitement, laughed until the corners of his mouth twitched.
"Niezi, come back to me!" The stall owner jumped.
The cultivator was a little embarrassed and pushed out the little whale that was hidden.
The stall owner snatched it away, his eyebrows stood on end, revealing a bit of blood pressure, so scared that the little whale did not dare to struggle, the stall owner angrily taught: "If you don't want to pick up sea crabs, you are really promising!! That guy What's good?"
The little whale whimpered angrily.
"Yo, I'm still wronged!" The stall owner laughed angrily, "There are so many good monks in the sea market, I can find any one, and they are better than him!"
The monk who was buried did not refute, but Chen He, who was watching the fun, was involved.
"Hey, that's it! Do you like it?"
The little whale shook its tail unwillingly.
Chen He:…
"How did you pick it?" The stall owner was furious. "Xiuwei is higher than the person you fancy. Although it is a little ugly, the person you picked is just as ugly."
Chen He was stunned when he heard the sound.
The demon cultivators in Yuzhou frowned for a moment, and stood up in outrage:
"Wu that monster, what are you saying to my son?"
ugly? If Chen He is ugly, they can't see anyone, okay
The stall owner ignored them, and ran to the side with the little whale, pointed to a person and said, "How about this? It's a good life, and it's pleasing to the eye."
The demon cultivators took a closer look, wasn't this the fat cultivator who mocked them at sea they met before they entered the mirage? With a golden crown, he looks like a pompous upstart.
Is this called reward, heart, joy, and eyes
Chen He looked at the tall and round arms of the stall owner, and at the fat man who looked like a ball, and vaguely understood something.
The little whale kept whining, apparently uninjured, but able to make a painful sound, the stall owner was so angry that he blew his beard.
"It's not that easy to leave!"
"Senior, sorry, next..."
"You made our father and son turn against each other, can it be settled with an apology?" The stall owner was aggressive.
The monk was dumbfounded.
The hatchback was deadlocked, and after Shi Feng finished picking out the merman's cloth, he also came over to watch the fun with his junior and junior brothers.
"I only have this son left!" the stall owner emphasized angrily.
"There's only one left, what are you struggling with, sell it and go home." There was a magic cultivator muttering beside him.
"In the sea market, the business is fair, you love me, I will not sell this son!" The stall owner picked up the little whale and left, and the latter struggled and whined in his arms.
Audience: …
"Rang Rang, the clam demon from Hai Shi is here."
I saw a bulky clam, carried by dozens of spirit tortoises, slowly swimming towards this side.
It was too big to go up the coral steps, so it opened its shell and said in a jarring voice, "What's the matter, why are you arguing?"
The dazzling pearl light flowed out from the cracks of the shell, almost blinding the eyes of the low-level monks.
This, this is a belly of jewels! The Yuzhou magic cultivators exchanged glances and were shocked.
"Mr. Ghost Clam, this cultivator is so unreasonable!" The stall owner was righteous, explained the cause and effect, and finally asked, "Sir, what's the matter? You haven't seen him for a few years, but you can't move?"
"I'm terminally ill." Clam Yao said weakly.
It turns out that monsters can also get sick, Chen He was thoughtful.
"This... Mr. Ghost Clam is unparalleled in learning and has a stubborn illness. He should be caught!" Cloud Swallowing Whale asked suspiciously.
The Nanhai cultivator and all the monsters nodded in succession.
"Hey, this disease is a chronic disease of our clan, with sores in the flesh, which recurs endlessly throughout his life. It needs a person who has a neat technique, a high level of cultivation, and whom I can trust to relieve the worries."
The first two conditions are easy to handle, but trust or something is tricky.
- You can't pat your chest and say I'm the most honest, you must trust me.
Instead, Chen He frowned: "Senior brother?"
Why does this clam demon's disease sound so familiar
"Mr. Ghost Clam is a sore-prone constitution. Even if there is no sand in it, it will grow out on its own at regular intervals, and it will grow bigger and bigger, so that Mr. Clam's body is deformed." One of the tortoises under the Clam Demon's seat Suddenly raising his voice, the whole coral reef could hear it, "Today in the sea market, Mr. Ghost Clam will be rewarded with a set of high-grade exercises and three high-grade magic weapons, looking for a good doctor to cure the disease!"
Coral reefs were an instant sensation.
Anyone can create a magic weapon, and it is rare to see a high-quality weapon, not to mention the practice!
"I, I! I am proficient in Qihuang!"
"Come on, you can cure mussels?"
Mr. Ghost Clam said slowly to Cloud Swallowing Whale: "Your son is on the stall, and it picked a monk. You can't take the child back, and you can't sell it."
"This… "
"Go, children always have to choose their own life." Clam Yao said solemnly, "As a mortal who can't cultivate, you can't interfere with it too much, your duty is only to bring them to the sea market, everything is going on now. It's none of your business."
The Cloud Swallowing Whale stood blankly.
The cultivator, who just accidentally passed by twice, was about to say that he had no plans to buy a pet, but when he looked down and saw the gray and white fat little whale, he had to swallow it back.
The little whale swam over and circled the monk happily.
The stall owner almost cried, this white-eyed fish! !
After urging the matter to subside, Mr. Ghost Clam lazily squeezed out some meat from the shell and patted the turtle under the seat: "This matter is over, until I find a good doctor..."
The voice stopped abruptly, and Beirou trembled.
"Mr. Ghost Clam?" Ling Turtle turned his head curiously.
"… "
The clam demon took a deep breath. Because it was so fat, a piece of meat fell out and didn't put it back into its shell for a long time. It asked gloomily, "What's the matter with the raw face over there?"
"Huh?" Ling Turtle looked at Chen He Shifeng, and hurriedly asked his partner to inquire.
"Mr. Hui, I heard that they came to the South China Sea with the youngest member of the Dragon Crab Family. They should have come to recognize their relatives. You know, with their huge family, they probably won't be able to go back for seven or eight years if they don't recognize them."
"These sea crabs are getting worse!" Mr. Ghost Clam said angrily, "How can anyone in the mirage come in? Get out!"
"...The monk has a Mahayana cultivation base, we can't stop it!" Ling Turtle said honestly.
"It's not the one in red!"
"what?"
"It's the kid next to you!"
The tortoises looked at Chen He in surprise.
"I see that this person is full of evil spirits, and he will be a big problem in the future." Mr. Ghost Clam said solemnly, "It should be my enemy, and this matter cannot be taken lightly. I need to go back and discuss with the mussels!"
"So it is!" The tortoises immediately became vigilant.
In the distance, Shi Feng seemed to feel something.
"Senior brother, I think that clam is not good to me." Chen He also said.
"Don't worry, just go back to the boat after a walk around."
Shi Feng was also surprised.
Tiandao lost a bunch of people who had hatred with Chen He. Could this clam be one of them? Tiandao's taste is too complicated.