Wanwan completely let herself go in the flower and bird market, just like she entered her own small garden, looking at all kinds of rare flowers.

"Brother, this pot of flowers is beautiful, that tree is beautiful, and it can still bear fruit and eat~"

Wanwan stopped in front of an orange tree and looked up at the lush fruit tree.

She squatted down, frowned, and touched the trunk of the orange tree.

Seeing her suddenly stop, Xia Zhihuai bent down and looked at the Orange Tree, then looked at the serious expression on her face, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Little Orange is complaining that it doesn't like the small black pots and it's uncomfortable to stay inside."

The words of children in Wanwan were inexplicably heard by Xia Zhihuai, but the world of children should be imaginative.

Xia Zhihuai didn't think much, and thought for two seconds and comforted him: "When the little orange tree meets a suitable buyer, it can move and no longer have to live in such a narrow flower pot."

Wanwan's eyes suddenly brightened, and she looked at Xia Zhihuai expectantly: "Then let's take the little orange back? OK brother?"

Xia Zhihuai looked at the tree hesitated for a few seconds, then looked at the little dumpling with anticipation, and said, "Didn't you say you want to buy a peach tree?"

"Can you want both?" Wanwan turned her head and looked at him.

She was a little reluctant to give up this little orange tree because she had been walking around the flower and bird market for most of the time, and only this little orange tree was particularly energetic.

She heard the little orange tree complaining from afar.

Although there is insufficient spiritual energy now, the little orange tree cannot turn into a fairy like her.

However, if you encounter the right conditions and have to practice hard for decades, you can still become a little spiritual person.

If you continue to plant it in a pot, the small orange tree will die.

...

Xia Zhihuai picked her up from the ground and carried her into this inconspicuous store.

The store was very quiet and no one was seen looking at the store.

Wanwan's head also turned around, and suddenly pulled Xia Zhihuai's collar and pointed to the rocking chair blocked by the flower stand.

“On there.”

Xia Zhihuai saw a man lying on the rocking chair, wearing a light gray gown, a navy blue jacket on his upper body, standard dressed in the late Qing Dynasty, wearing a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet, and a rolled-up copy of "The Classic of the West" on his face.

In this way, this outfit will immediately bring people back to that era when the empire was in twilight.

It seems that you can see the old rules and ink hidden in that declining dynasty and the fragrance of powder hidden in the long alleys of time.

"Boss, buy flowers."

Xia Zhihuai quickly came back to his senses and knocked on the wooden counter that was waist-high.

Wanwan looked at the uncle lying on the rocking chair, blinked curiously, and struggled to slide down from Xia Zhihuai's arms.

She walked gently to the rocking chair and tiptoed to reveal the "Shishan Jing" on the man's face.

Before his short finger touched the cover, he was caught by a slender hand.

The man lying on the rocking chair opened the book with his left hand, lifted up a little guy with three heads, let go of his hand and bounced on her forehead: "Buy flowers?"

Wanwan covered her bounced forehead with her hands, her cheeks were bulging, and her big eyes were staring at the man.

"Yes, boss, how do you sell the orange tree outside?"

Xia Zhihuai bent down and rubbed Wanwan's head, then pointed to the orange tree outside the door and asked.

The boss sat upright in the chair, stretched his head and looked outside, raised his mouth and smiled: "It's worth four hundred at a time."

"You don't have to bargain for small businesses."

Xia Zhihuai looked at the big orange tree and asked, "Are you responsible for delivering goods to your door?"

"No free shipping, add fifty more to your door."

The boss raised five fingers and looked at Xia Zhihuai with a smile and said.

Xia Zhihuai raised his eyebrows: "Can't you be cheaper?"

"There are cheap orange trees next to them, just go to their house."

This boss doesn't follow the common sense, he acts like you like to buy or not, and he is obviously not very enthusiastic about this business.

Seeing Xia Zhihuai still thinking, he looked down at his little dumpling with his eyes and stared at him, put the ancient book in his hand on the square table, lifted up the sand teapot on the small stove beside his legs, and poured two cups of steaming tea on the tea table.

"Do you drink tea, little girl?"

Wanwan felt very strange when she saw her boss.

She noticed the fluctuations of spiritual energy on the boss, but she could not see through the boss's original form.

Only the pair of pointed, furry standing ears above his head.

It's a bit like a dog, and a bit like a fox.

But she didn't dare to expose it in person. The cultivation level of this monster should be quite high.

Brother Qinglong and Xiao Qilin all said that it is not easy to practice monsters in the lower realm.

In recent years, due to the continuous expansion of new territories by mankind, the mountain monsters have difficulty in survival.

They had to learn from humans hiding their identities in the world to make a living.

So as long as they don’t do bad things, there is no need to expose their identities.

This is probably what is called... Is it difficult for people to break up?

...

After being stared at by a pair of clean and clear eyes for a long time, the boss pretended to be calm and picked up the teacup and blew away the fog.

He took a sip with great pleasure, picked up the "Xishan Jing" at hand and pressed it on the little girl's face, teasing her.

"Why do you have to stare at me? Are there flowers on my face?"

Wanwan held the book on her face in her short and soft little hands, carefully put the book back on the table, and stood on tiptoe and wanted to touch her ears.

The shop owner's ears were white. After being stared at by her for a long time, his ears were pointed and moved quietly, which was very spiritual.

"Can you touch your hairy ears?"

Wanwan stood on tiptoe and tried hard to get to her boss, her voice pressing down very low.

The man sitting on the rocking chair had a stiff body, his joking expression on his face faded a little. He put the teacup on the table and looked up and down at the baby who was like a winter melon.

Two big hands held Wanwan's small face, turned to the left, and then to the right.

No matter how you look at it, they are all human cubs, why can you see through his demonic shape at first glance?

"Uncle, Kuoyi let go of the bowl of bowls?"

Wanwan's little round face was held with her, and she was a little difficult to speak, and she vaguely asked to free her little face.

The boss let go of his hand, turned the folding fan in his hand, and scratched his forehead with his index finger.

"Then tell uncle, which fairy baby are you from?"

Wanwan rubbed her little round face, made several facial expressions, and then replied seriously: "Wanwan is a little Taoxian baby, three thousand years old this year."

boss:"……"

"Don't bully me for being ignorant."

The boss lies seriously: "Children, you will pee your pants at night when you lie."

Wanwan didn't believe it. She might be older than this fairy uncle. She would never have happened to her if she wet her pants.

"Wanwan is the peach fairy baby, and all the gods know it."

The boss found it funny. This little guy was serious and didn't know how the elders in the family taught him.

"If you do this, we can't continue chatting."

Tao Wanwan put her hips on her hips and turned into a irritable little puffer fish: "What I'm telling the truth is the truth. It's so tiring to talk to you adults. If you don't listen to the truth, you have to listen to lies."

"What is that lie?" The boss looked at her with a funny look.

Wanwan glared at him for a while, it was useless. She covered her cramped eyes and snorted: "The lies are, Wanwan is a human cub."

The boss is actually very accepting of this answer.

Because he didn't find any demonic energy on Wanwan anymore, either this was a pure human cub, or a cub raised by a powerful monster from a family. He had learned the magic to block the demonic energy at a young age, or he wore magic weapons to block the demonic energy.

Wanwan believed him so easily, and she was almost furious.

She turned her head and turned her back to the boss for a few seconds, and soon she figured it out.
Chapter completed!