Chapter 853 Oh, What Does the Master Think

Little Eight was laughing like crazy, and the big boss's evil thought value dropped by another 6 points! There is no surprise without comparison. After seeing the stinginess of Big Boss Meng at the beginning, the Big Boss of the past two days is like taking the wrong medicine! Too Nima is powerful!

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Meng Ziyi took Xiao Hualing to walk on the street. It was probably the first time he saw such a lively place. Xiao Hualing looked here and there for a while, and when he saw something interesting, he would happily describe it to Meng Ziyi. , what windmills, lanterns, what candy man candied haws.

"Master, the sugar man is really good-looking, and there are little rabbits and birds. They are alive and delicious. Let's make one too, shall we?"

When Nan Xun saw the sugar man, he dragged Meng Ziyi away, as if his heels were nailed to the spot, even though there was a veil, he couldn't stop his straight eyes.

The old man of the sugar blower smiled kindly, "Do you want one for the little girl?"

"If you want, be a candy man like me, and another candy man like him." Nan Xun pointed to himself, and then pointed to the man beside him.

Mencius just shook his head helplessly for Xiao Hualing's arrogant proposition, took a few copper coins and put them on the table.

Not long after, the two little candy figures were ready, Nan Xun took two in one hand, because the other hand was reluctant to take it out of Meng Ziyi's palm.

"Master, do you think if I eat, will I have diarrhea?" Nan Xun stared at the little Big Boss Meng sugar man in his hand, how he liked it.

This old man's hands are so skillful that he did it vividly, not to mention the hat veil on her little candy man, even the Demon Slayer Sword held by Meng Ziyi and the Meteor Killing Evil Sword on his back. Although it is not very detailed, the general shape is there.

"Don't eat indiscriminately." Meng Ziyi said, and the hand holding the demon-slaying saber raised up, freeing two fingers, "Give me the sugar man."

Nan Xun handed it to him with some reluctance, and said regretfully: "I really want to eat the little sugar man, Master." Unfortunately, she is a painting demon, and the only thing she can eat is probably ink.

Hearing this, Meng Ziyi pulled her big palm tightly, and his thin lips moved slightly, "There's nothing delicious, it's too sweet."

Nan Xun smiled and said: "But this candy man looks like a master. When I think of the ice-cold appearance of the master on weekdays, the sweetness has just been neutralized a lot. The entrance must be moderately sweet and very delicious."

"Master, why don't you eat the candy man, and my little candy man will also give you to eat, you two eat it together."

Meng Ziyi pursed his thin lips tightly, and after a long time he replied lightly, "I don't like it."

"But Master, I bought everything, should I throw it away, or watch the sugar man melt? What a waste."

Meng Ziyi was deadlocked for a while, then he put the two little people into his mouth together, chewed it a few times, and then swallowed it.

Nan Xun watched him chewing the candy man expressionlessly, and burst into laughter, "Master, your expression doesn't look like eating candy at all, but like eating bitter gourd."

There was a hint of helplessness and connivance in Meng Ziyi's brows, "Next time, don't ask me to pay you money to buy these unnecessary things."

"No, no, Master, I still want to buy a lot of things, that lantern, that small bronze mirror, and..."

Meng Ziyi directly pulled her away, "Are you a child, why do you want to buy everything?"

"Master, it didn't take long for me to cultivate a human form. In terms of days, isn't it just a child? Master, you will raise me as a child in the future. I don't only like strange things, but it's easy to raise."

"It's still called raising?" The man's voice contained a faint smile.

"I can help Master save three meals a day, and I can also save Master's bed."

"...Xunxun, there's a difference between men and women. Next time, don't... climb on my bed."

"Oh, what is the master thinking? I mean that I can fly back into the painting when I go to bed. Wouldn't this save the master a bed?"

"..."

On the day of the Chrysanthemum Conference, Jinxiang City was extremely lively. Every door was filled with potted chrysanthemums, especially golden chrysanthemums. And these are just small decorations. The real location is the manor in the southwest of Jinxiang City. The manor is surrounded by golden chrysanthemums. From a distance, it is golden and fragrant. The weak bones are scattered and the flowers are scattered, and Jin Rui is flooded with clouds", which is so beautiful that people are enchanted.

Because of the large crowd, the manor used to hold the Chrysanthemum Conference is not accessible to everyone. Those who can come here have already obtained invitations in advance, and the invitations are issued by several major families in Jinxiang City. The first is local. Famous families, talented people with fame, and wealthy businessmen, and then those celebrities who come from other places, the last part of the invitations are sold directly, five taels of silver per piece, and one invitation can only account for one entry. field quota.

Nan Xun felt that the person who held the chrysanthemum conference had a lot of business acumen. These five taels of silver were enough for the living expenses of ordinary people for a year, and the chrysanthemum conference had to send out hundreds or even thousands of copies. Is it.

"Master, otherwise I will hide in the painting, you can sneak me in, and I will come out when no one is paying attention."

"Why?"

"I want to save some money for the master. Five taels of silver is too expensive."

"It's okay, it's not worth the money."

Nan Xun was heartbroken. The style of the big boss has changed. He used to be more economical, but now he is a prodigal man! But anyway, the big boss makes money, he doesn't care, so she doesn't care.

The two spent ten taels of silver to buy two invitations. When buying the invitations, the chief steward in charge of buying and selling the invitations even looked at Meng Ziyi with a look of "you guys are really lucky" and said, "The last few invitations are gone. , you won't be able to buy it later, if it wasn't for seeing that you are so handsome, my last few posts would definitely raise the price."

After walking away, Nan Xun pulled Meng Ziyi's sleeve and laughed softly, "So this is also a world of looks, Master, why don't you also go to the election of the chrysanthemum boy? I think it depends on your appearance. Talented and learned, you will definitely come out on top!"

Meng Ziyi said indifferently: "Is this true? Then I will try it out, maybe I can really come out on top, and then have a spring breeze with that chrysanthemum fairy."

When Nan Xun heard this, he quickly changed his words, "No, no! I was just joking, how can a big man like the master be able to participate in this vulgar and boring chrysanthemum boy election, let's just watch the fun. ."

Saying that, she took the initiative to hold the master's hand, "Master, come, I'll take you inside."

A smile flickered across Meng Ziyi's lips. He let Xiao Hualing hold his hand, as if he had become accustomed to being so close to each other, while he was leaning on the Demon Slayer Sword in the other hand.

Since the painting spirit attached to the scabbard is gone, the treatment of the Demon Slayer Sword has returned to the past - it is used as a crutch.

Xiao Ba looked at the tip of the scabbard of the Demon Slayer Sword, which had to be poked into the soil from time to time, and tsk tsk.

What is differential treatment? That's what it is!