Princess, she has fortune-telling again

Chapter 2272

Pang Xiaopang beat his chest and stamped his feet and cried, "Master Messenger, you are too picky!"

"Are you just giving this bag of steamed buns to send beggars? Beggars eat more than this!"

"Is this bag of steamed buns for me to eat alone?" Xiaopang's eyes lit up suddenly.

"No!" The second-level envoy gritted his teeth, and pointed to Leng Qiuhan and Wen Ye who were beside Xiaopang, "It's your food for a day!"

"What? There are eight of us, how can a bag of steamed buns be enough!"

Eight people?Yu Wenyou couldn't help biting his lips when he heard this.

Since that night, Xiaopang has never said a word to her, and never classified her into their group.

Yu Wenyou felt lonely from the bottom of her heart.

No matter who she talks to, she will be pulled away by Xiaopang in the next second, as if she is a peerless plague god, completely untouchable.

"No, at least three bags of steamed buns." Xiaopang Sapo rolled and yelled, "Xuanjian Peak is too bullying! At the beginning, we told us that we would be provided with food and lodging, and we would come with us."

"If it wasn't for earning points, why would we need to travel so far!"

"Whoever likes this place will come! Anyway, I can't stay any longer!"

"You!" The second-level envoy stared at Pang Xiaopang with a sullen face.

When the little fat man roared, it was really earth-shattering!
Needless to say, for a while, the second-level envoy was also bluffed.

Seeing this, the sixth-level envoy, Fang Fang, hurried forward and said something to the second-level envoy in a low voice. Suppressed severely.

He took out two more packs of steamed stuffed buns from the ring and threw them over, "That's enough!"

"Thank you, Master Messenger." The little fat man had a big smile on his fleshy face.

The second-level envoy smiled and said, "Actually, each of you is wearing the Na ring, how could you not be full? I heard that Empress Gu Jiang is a very good master of elixir, the elixir on your body should be There are not a few of them, right?"

Fatty hesitated for a while, then looked at the second-level envoy with a troubled expression, "My lord envoy, it seems that you are... a little too strong."

"What is our situation, we are the most clear to each other!"

"We are all just inner sect disciples of Xuanjian Peak, and we usually rely on the sect to issue rewards for our cultivation resources. Each of us is so poor! Where can we get enough food resources?"

Xiaopang shook his head, "When we talk about it, we always say that board and lodging are included..."

The second-level envoy's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly waved his hand to drive away, "Okay, okay, let's go eat. You guys, go and look around."

"If possible, contact Venerable Huang Dian immediately and let their large troops come here."

"Master Messenger, this disciple feels that if what these people say is true, it would be better for us to go directly to the city?"

The second-level envoy pondered for a second, "It also makes sense."

Xiaopang walked up to the mother and son with a bag of steamed buns in his hands.

When he unwrapped the cloth bag to reveal the cold steamed buns inside, both mother and son's eyes lit up at the same time.

"Eat."

Fatty sighed softly in his heart: The countless days I missed Nana were three miles away from Ice Desolation and Ice City in the North.

I don't know where Nana is.

If it was Nana who was going to be with them, there must be a way to help these people.

(End of this chapter)