"Is the will of the world taking care of it? It looks like it will lose money."

A certain white stepped on the clouds and took the fat cat to leave the vegetable garden, and hurriedly floated to the front of the pavilion, the green onion roots in his hands fell and left traces all the way.

Bai Yujun stood in front of the door wearing a cook's clothes and holding onions in his hands, surrounded by excellent employees with multiple roles.

Looking down the stone steps, a figure stumbled in the thick fog.

The fat-headed cat with a golden gradient stretched its neck to investigate, and the tiger's eyes were 70% sleepy and 30% cute and saw Xiao Qier. He was about ten years old, and he lived a hard life in the wind and the sun. He really couldn't tell his specific age. This world is very difficult. Chaos, beggars wandering in the territory of the human race are lucky, those slaves who are kept in captivity by demons and evil cultivators are the worst.

Whoever is stronger has power. When the human race is strong, it can raise birds and beasts for food. Similarly, when the demons and evil cultivators are strong, they will treat humans as blood food in captivity, typical of the weak.

Seeing that he was walking too slowly, Bai Yujun tugged at the green onion leaves to eat.

The clouds and mists in the mountains that were arranged before belong to the natural formation. The dragons are no different from the natural ones. They are complicated and mysterious, and there are many doors.

The door is not only at the foot of the mountain, but also in the ethereal place, everything depends on fate.

The little beggar never came to this mountain forest. He was still begging in the big city before, and inadvertently ran into the thick fog that was born in the early morning to avoid the bite of the wild dog.

The reason why it took so long to reach the top of the mountain is that I was so hungry and dizzy that I had no energy to walk slowly.

after awhile.

A certain white who was standing on the clouds changed to sitting, and the green and white shallots in his hands were only the roots.

Very speechless shaking his head.

"The ability to withstand hunger is too poor. I climbed faster than him when I was the most hungry."

The fat cat nodded and agreed with the tiger's head. It was very sleepy, and habitually used its tail to circle itself and sit around. The fat tiger was wondering if he could improve his work. It's too boring to have to do all the work in this situation.

Finally, the stumbling little beggar finally got out of the thick fog, and then looked at the magnificent pavilion in shock, and then fell back in horror...

Bai Yujun shrugged.

This is relatively normal. There are only unbreakable classes in the world.

Beggars in tattered clothes must be nervous when they see someone with luxurious clothes. The more gorgeous the clothes are, the more expensive they are. Never look up. Even if you don’t need to kneel, you should retreat to the side of the road and bow your head. This is countless **** endings. lessons to come.

When I walked out of the thick fog, I saw a luxury I had never seen before, and I was horrified before I could see the figures on the steps.

There was no romance in the old days, only eating people without spitting bones. The so-called pride and honor only belonged to the aristocratic class, and ordinary people have nothing to do with pride and honor.

He was so hungry that he had no strength, and the frightened little beggar had no strength to cry, so he could only hum a few times and perfunctory.

The fat tiger raised his claws and patted his big head, somewhat unable to bear it any longer.

Bai Yujun sighed and shook his head.

"Forget it, go and pick him up. I have a destiny to come here to do business, and by the way, I will help him with hygiene and taste."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and went back. Fat Tiger shook his head down the steps. Excellent employees always have to work harder.

When a certain white floated slowly across the threshold, he gave another order.

"Clean up the dirt."

It wasn't that the fat tiger was told to clean up the dirt dropped by the shallots' roots.

As soon as the voice fell, a bamboo broom flew out of the building, as if being controlled by a transparent person to sweep the floor, very intelligent.

The fat tiger's body was getting bigger and bigger as he walked on the steps, and it did not change back to the shape of a giant beast, but the shape of a normal tiger.

If it's too big, you can't walk with it in your mouth, and you can't enter the main entrance of the pavilion.

The little beggar who fell on his back finally raised his head and saw the huge tiger's head coming towards him. His dirty face instantly became frightened. He wanted to use his hands and feet to step back. After the fluctuation, the forehead was sweating.

Glancing at the tiger, he stopped struggling at all, laying back and looking at the tree and sky above his head.

If you accept your fate or die, maybe you will still see your parents.

The fat tiger walked up to him and sniffed the smell, and used a magic trick.

With a bang, a big lump of cold water fell from the cold water on the little beggar, and the little beggar who didn't respond choked and coughed.

Sleepy and bored, Hu Mu looked down and saw brown sewage spreading across the steps.

At any rate, he looked neat, and the pungent and unpleasant stench was gone, and he opened his mouth with great satisfaction.

Little beggar did not expect that monsters are very particular, and they all know to wash their prey before eating.

When he was about to be bitten, the mouth of the blood basin suddenly stopped.

The fat tiger found that the beggar's cheeks were still a little dirty. Maybe it was because of the conditioned reflex that he raised his arm to cover his face, so he didn't wash off the stains. It was flawed. Seeing the child's weak appearance, he was worried that he would be killed if he continued to use cold water. Of course, this little thing is difficult. Outstanding hardworking staff.

Afraid that the barbs would scrape off the child's face, he carefully licked the stains off the child's face with the tip of his tongue.

So the little beggar was washed with tiger saliva again...

It's clean now, although it still smells a little bit.

Without further ado, he picked up the client by the waist and walked back. When he walked to the front of the building, he thought that the bamboo broom was blocking the way and patted him directly. He crossed the threshold with the limp little beggar in his mouth.

Letting go of her mouth, the falling baby's eyes were full of stars, and the bones all over her body hurt.

Then he watched in amazement as the tiger turned into a fat cat with a golden gradient, and sat next to him dozing off.

Before I could figure out the situation, I heard a very nice voice.

"Welcome to Zhutian Wanjie grocery store. There are all kinds of rare treasures in the store. Of course, the better the treasure, the higher the price. Please choose carefully."

"…"

The unkempt little beggar lying on the ground raised his head, and immediately lowered his head when he saw a certain white dress.

Don't dare to look carefully, for fear of offending people who can't be offended.

Bai Yujun knew that the other party was poor and couldn't tinkle, and the tinkling at least meant that there was still some copper coins or something, and he could imagine how poor he was if he didn't even ring.

However, those who are born and are destined to have the most cherished treasures in their hearts can be traded.

Looking at the appearance of the little beggar's lack of energy, there is no need to introduce it hard. No matter how much he says, he probably won't listen to him, so just talk about it and forget it.

"The treasures in the store can not only be purchased with money or precious materials, but also the most precious treasures in your heart, or your memories of the past."

These words are destined to be said in vain, the little beggar's eyes only have the cake on the shelf.

Made by a certain white, it is a magical dry food cake that brings good luck.

Could this be the fate of the little beggar?

Because it has been placed for too long, even if it is nourished by spiritual energy, it will inevitably dry out. Many people may feel disdain for this thing, but it is not inferior to the magic weapon and elixir. In this turbid world, you want to live well. For a long time, perhaps luck is more important than strength.

The little beggar did not dare to look at those extravagant things. This is because he knew that only that cake was important to him, because he was very hungry, and it looked rough and had been eaten by someone before, so it should not be expensive.

This time, a certain white doesn't need to float around, after all, the other party is also short.

Standing next to him, he pointed his finger at the biscuits.

"Do you want this pie?"

The little beggar nodded, not even trying to avoid the nobles he couldn't afford to offend.

Bai Yujun picked up the dry cake and weighed it up and down.

"Our store has a reputation for being innocent and innocent, and I don't like giving it away for free. This cake can be purchased with money or exchanged with your memory in the past, or it can be purchased with the most precious thing in your heart. Remember, it is the most precious thing in your heart. , no one can deceive my eyes."

The little beggar who didn't have the strength to speak was stunned for a while. He had never seen gold, and he couldn't understand what it meant to remember the past. He heard the last sentence clearly, and he thought for a while as if he had made some kind of decision.

He tried hard to pull out the thing hanging around his neck from the collar, a whistle made of some kind of bone. When he took it off, he was so tired that he was out of breath. He looked at the whistle and handed it forward.

Bai Yujun took the bone whistle and instantly knew that it was indeed the most precious treasure in the little beggar's heart, and it was very important to him.

The book eucalyptus floated over to a piece of white paper, Bai Yujun quickly wrote a few lines, and put the bone whistle on the shelf where the dry food cakes were originally placed.

Beggar's Bone Whistle: A plaything made by poor hunters for children. The craftsmanship is rough and the materials are ordinary. The sound of the bone whistle reminds me of my father's smile and the beauty of my childhood home...

The cake was put into the hands of the little beggar, and the only sound in the shop could be heard swallowing the cake.