Xiao Hongtang was almost drooling. She opened her short legs and followed Hu Ma anxiously.

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At this time, in Zhuangzi, the old shopkeeper in the inner courtyard was sitting next to the Eight Immortals table. The faint light of the oil lamp illuminated an oil-paper bag wrapped in three inner layers and three outer layers in his hand. It was obvious that there was something inside.

Four or five bright red pill-shaped things.

As you get closer, you can smell the strong smell of blood emanating from it.

His eyes were on these blood food pills, and he looked back and forth several times, and then he sighed softly: "Old Xu has been a worshiper for so many years, but he still has some wealth."

"It's a pity that he was so greedy that he made the owner of the incense dissatisfied. This setback meant that none of his relatives and friends dared to continue to have anything to do with his family. But even if he wasn't so desperate, he wouldn't be willing to give out such a good thing.

Give me."

"I think he knows it in his heart. Since he has fallen into trouble, his son can only save him by learning my method and becoming a year-keeper."

"..."

"Sir, who are you going to choose?"

In the back room, there was a sound of water sloshing, and the girl in the tank asked weakly.

"Haha, one has a clean background, works decently, and gave me a good treasure. The other is at the end of his rope. Not only did he give me the best things at home, he is also willing to accept me as his godfather and swear to take care of me in the future.

Farewell..."

The old shopkeeper laughed: "Then how do you choose?"
Chapter completed!