Chapter 337: 1.337 soil bun

Chapter 337 1.337 A soil bun
Uncle Mo's eyes were light and his complexion moist, but he reached out and flicked his sleeves, and then went forward without a glance.
As if, it wasn't just a beautiful girl who wanted to throw him in the arms, but just flew over a bird with no eyes, and he bounced out politely ...
The secret flower classmate who was behind his own son and his heart silently hushed, and then doggedly followed.
The master occasionally goes crazy or something, when he doesn't see it. He is an intimate and loyal little guard, and he will not say that you are really mad, lord, etc.!
Mo Lian didn't take two steps, suddenly stopped, and looked back suddenly, slightly phoenix, sweeping the pedestrians behind him.
The hurrying passers-by, when they fell on him, paused subconsciously, their eyes staying on him for a moment.
Under the moon-white robe, the juvenile with a long and erect body, tall and straight bamboo, dazzling and dazzling eyes, like a glass of dust, like a drop of crystal jade from Xuefeng, indescribable .
Secret flower stunned slightly, and called two steps forward, "Master?"
Molian recoiled her eyes and mumbled to herself, "I have a wonderful feeling, as if ..." The little fellow had already come to him.
"Go to a few inns nearby and ask."
"Yes." Henghua immediately led away, leading a small group of young men in black, going from house to house to inspect the inn.
When Seihwa took a group of teenagers through a gated gate and walked in and out of the adventurous halls, he just glanced up at the big black-gilt signboard, and then quickly walked calmly through the gate. I walked by and never took anyone in to take a look.
Inside Zhaohui Pavilion, Qiao Mu stood front of the counter expressionlessly, looking at a box of blank note paper provided by the shopkeeper.
"This is all the blank note papers in this cabinet." The old treasurer was fifty years old, his face was simple and gentle, and there was always a faint smile on his face.
Qiaomu nodded, and put the box of blank note paper on it. "How much food to exchange?"
She has been practicing in the retreat for many years. The outside world has no idea what the prices are, so she asks this question.
The old treasurer was stunned, and before he opened his mouth, he only heard behind him a sharp laughter mixed with thick irony, "Oh, one bun, and food for change! What a joke, really let it go!"
Qiaomu looked slightly over his head, and a young girl with an elliptical willow and an upright eyebrow raised her chin and came forward proudly.
The girl was seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a butterfly-patterned crow blue brocade, a red gauze cover, and a lake-green pleated skirt under her body.
"Treasurer, I'll pick up the defensive black suit that was booked yesterday." The girl raised her chin high, as if she wasn't raised, and her chin would immediately fall.
As the girl approached, she deliberately banged her shoulder on the side of the tree.
Qiaomu would let her succeed, and she avoided herself on one side of her body, but there was a slight tuft between her eyebrows, and a look of discomfort flashed in her eyes, saying: a woman with a high toe.
"Miss Ning, things are ready." The shopkeeper smiled a little at her, and his expression did not change much.
Take out a long brocade box from the lower end of the cabinet, and the shopkeeper put it in front of the girl, reaching out and politely, "According to the rules, please show your treasure."
(End of this chapter)