Chapter 6 20% off
It's a pity that the old man waved his finger, "100,000."
Wang Meng and the fat man are all at a sang, 100,000???
This is really a black shop!
"Black shop, black shop, why don't you rob it!" The fat man jumped up, which was simply insulting his IQ.
The old man's cigarette bag pointed to the roof,... There was a sword tomb hanging outside, and there was indeed a sign inside with two big black characters - the black shop.
Wang Meng smiled bitterly. The old man was playing with them, but he didn't want to sell it.
"Boss, is there anything cheaper?" Wang Meng asked subconsciously.
The old man slowly stood up and looked at the fat man and Wang Meng. "This little fat man's talent is barely enough. It has four natural layers and archer potential. Unfortunately, such a fat archer has no future. You are very ordinary. In fact, it is not suitable to be a practitioner. It is even more wrong to choose sword practice."
Zhang Xiaojiang's face turned red in an instant, saying that he could, but Wang Meng couldn't, "Old man, are you looking for a fight? How can you talk? My strong brother is the new disciple appointed by the elder of Jianzong!"
The old man was stunned for a moment, then sighed, turned around and muttered, "Jianzong is also rotten."
The fat man is a fire. How dare the old man be so arrogant in front of the thunder and lightning.
"Forget it, forget it, let's go." Although he was angry, Wang Meng did not care about an old man. In fact, after this temple test, he also knew that his talent was really not good, and what he said was the truth.
However, the more Wang Meng is like this, the more unconvinced he is. The more others say that he can't do it, the more he will bump into him. If he wants to listen to others, how can he live!
Out of the store, the fat man spent three minutes holding out a stinky fart. This was his poison gas attack. Yaya, a typical pretending black shop cursed him to close down quickly.
I have to say that the little fat man still has a grudge.
After such a disturbance, Wang Meng was no more interested in buying weapons, so he went to the messenger market to search. There were all kinds of small demons, but Wang Meng was a little less interested in spending money on such useless things, but he really needed a convenient communication.
"Young man, come to a tiger demon. Look at this tooth, the growth is extremely high!"
To be honest, it's really dazzled. Monsters are beasts living in the small world. Like practitioners, they can absorb the vitality between heaven and earth, and some are even stronger than practitioners.
The weaker ones can be directly tamed, collectively known as demons, which can be used as messengers, mounts and even battles.
It is extremely difficult for powerful monsters to be tamed. Only practitioners who meet fate will follow, and once they follow, they will never betray. They are collectively called spirit beasts. Spirit beasts are far more reliable than human beings, but they are completely unattainable.
The slightly better little demon, the price is not what ordinary people can afford. Wang Meng has legs and feet, but he doesn't want to waste money in such a place. He just has to choose a messenger, which is very simple. The most common is the sparrow demon, which is like a sparrow in the demon. As soon as he heard that Wang Meng The burning enthusiasm suddenly went out, and there was no profitable goods.
"You can see for yourself. This circle is 50 yuan each. If you say it first, you won't return it."
The boss led the two to Nestle, where there were dozens of small sparrow demons, and then he was busy taking care of other customers.
For Wang Meng, the easy-to-cuperate little sparrow demon is suitable. There are all kinds of colors in it, which are really eye-catching, but a sparrow demon in the corner of Nestle attracts Wang Meng's attention.
"That red one is good." Wang Meng pointed to the corner.
"Brother Meng, you're wrong. The more fancy the color of the sparrow demon is, the better it will be. This guy's head is drooping and has no luster. Maybe he was injured when he grabbed it. It's not easy to raise. Forget it."
Wang Meng stared at the red sparrow demon inside. The little sparrow demon seemed to feel the attention of strangers. His little eyes glanced at Wang Meng. Although he was weak, his eyes were very bright.
"It's over!"
Hearing the news, the boss came over and saw that Wang Meng wanted the leftover, "Don't say I lied to you. This is a little hurt. It's 20% off, and I can't return it."
"All I can!" Wang Meng is very cheerful.
The little sparrow demon reached Wang Meng's hand and did not struggle. Wang Meng liked its eyes very much. Like himself, the injury and strange environment did not seem to int scare him at all. Wang Meng is a man who relies on intuition.
The boss sent two people away impatiently, and 40 yuan was also a piece. In fact, he didn't know when there was an injured sparrow demon.
Just when the red sparrow demon left, the sparrow demon in the cage suddenly became active and kept chirping, as if something terrible had been sent away.
"Brother Meng, why did you buy it? Alas, how can this guy pick up girls? Why don't I cut the meat and give you the ball!"
Wang shook his head and said, "No, you two are a good match." Although the little sparrow demon on Wang Meng's shoulder was listless, when he heard the contempt of the little fat man, he even gave a disdainful look.
Wang fiercely scratched the little finch's chin. "The little guy has a good personality. He is very dissatisfied with you."
"Ha ha, it must be contaminated with Brother Meng's temperament. Let's give it a name."
Wang Meng thought for a moment, "How about Xiao Hong?" The little red sparrow demon on his shoulder rolled his eyes.
The fat man staggered and almost fell down. "Brother, brother, do you dare to be a little creative? This is in the Holy Church. Do we still have a face? The temperament almost doesn't matter. We want to get it back the name!"
The fat man clenched his fist and said, "How about calling it overlord?"
The little sparrow demon closed his eyes as if he had accepted his fate, and it turned out that he met a pair of idiots.
"It's too rustic. How about 50 yuan? Simple and clear! It's just beauty!" Wang Meng said.
"It's only worth 40 yuan, how about a 20% discount? It's very distinctive." Fat people are still very good at calculating small accounts.
"Very good, just call it 20% off, fat man, it's not simple, your IQ has improved, with depth!"
"Haha, it's all good for Brother Meng's education!"
In this way, the name of the little sparrow demon was set as "eight percent off", which was really straightforward.
A low-level demon like the sparrow demon is the most common kind. It is a real messenger who can't carry people, but the communication problem is solved. Wang Meng doesn't care about these things. He doesn't pretend to go to the church, but really wants to learn how to practice.
Although it was not perfect, it finally gained something, and both of them were very happy.
After shopping for a day, they also gained a lot of knowledge. After the two had a full meal, the fat man went to play with his ball. The beautiful name is to cultivate feelings. In fact, it is to pick up girls. Under the banner of the arch of the temple, the nonsense that has always been rejecting the fat man
Wang Meng concentrates on practicing his Peiyuan skills and punches one by one. This is the basic skill. He should study hard and practice hard. In his bones, Wang Meng feels that the bearded elder believes his words, let alone slack off.
The 20% off on the side stayed a little listlessly, and the small eyes showed a very human taste, as if he didn't know whether to laugh or cry at Wang Meng's practice.
However, Wang Meng practiced quite vigorously, and the sound of humming was endless.
After practicing sweating all over, he was comfortable all over. At this time, he suddenly found that 20% of the folds looked at him with his small eyes. Wang smiled fiercely, "Vulse, let's see if your eyes worship my master. Although the appearance is not good, his eyes are as powerful as mine."