The gangster of fast wearing took the scumbag script

Chapter 645 First-class magic stick vs silly roe deer spirit 10
The boy pointed at the little monkey, his face flushed with excitement.

Seeing Xihe's serious face, the old sugar seller hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Taoist priest, this sugar seller gets what he pays for, and the old man definitely didn't overcharge him."

Taoist priests walk in the world and often deal with people, and everyone respects them very much.

Xihe nodded: "How much?"

The old man suddenly blushed a little, and stretched out his finger: "Fifty Wen."

Xihe: ...

She turned her head to look at the boy, Yuan Bao was biting the sugar figurine and grinning at her.

Candy was sticking to her fair little face, and she was holding several in her hand. Little pigs, chickens and ducks had their heads bitten off...

Xihe's chest was heaving up and down, and she really wanted to lift her leg to give him a kick. She will finally understand why the original owner is so stingy, this guy is a money eater!

She had a bad complexion and looked like she was about to lose her temper.

The old man couldn't help shrinking his shoulders: "Actually... four or forty Wen is fine..."

Woohoo, this is real candy, how expensive candy is now, no, it can't be any less.

Xihe took a deep breath and smiled, "Fifty Wen is fifty Wen."

He took out the money bag from his sleeve, counted it, and handed over the last half of the money: "Business is booming."

The old man took it happily: "Thank you, Daoist, come again next time!"

Come on, never again.

Xihe hurriedly pulled the guy whose hands were sticky from eating, turned around and left.

There were very few dignitaries in the small town. They walked a few streets before seeing a lady from a wealthy family go out, and was escorted by a group of maids and servants directly into the silver building. Outsiders couldn't even see her face.

The wish to fool the rich fell through.

Xihe sighed, walked around the street, and finally sat down on a street corner.

Hanging the banner, waving the dust whisk, sitting on the small stool... The fortune teller who was stroking his beard next to him was in a hurry.

"You old man! Didn't you see this Daoist here?"

"It was because I saw it that I sat down."

"what?"

The fortune teller stared into Tongling.

Xihe shook his sleeves and looked at the passers-by: "Fellow Taoist, I guess you haven't opened a single order since morning, right? Tsk tsk, didn't you eat any food?"

A 'gulu gulu' sounded at the right time.

The fortune teller blushed, got up suddenly, pointed at Xihe's nose and cursed: "No matter how bad the old man is, he is better than you. You don't even have a tool to set up a stall. You still have the face to say that you are poor? I'm afraid it's just the clothes all over your body. Hold the stage."

Hehe sneered, with a look of who doesn't know who.

Xihe: ...Oops, I met a colleague.

But you must not lose face, although she is indeed poor,

With a light cough, Xihe said: "Believe it or not, Pindao can calculate your life in minutes."

The fortune teller looked like he was about to lose his teeth with a smile: "I lied to you Daoist, old beggar, I'm afraid you didn't find out who the Daoist is?"

"Leave quickly, and don't hinder Master Dao from doing business."

Waving his big hand, he came forward to drive Xihe away.

Xihe patted him away, closed his eyes, and pretended to calculate: "Lin Ping, born in Chongwen three years ago, formerly lived in the Thirteen Mansions of the Southern Kingdom, left home at the age of ten, and at the age of 15... woo woo."

"Shut up, shut up! Who sent you?"

Lin Ping rushed forward and covered Xihe's mouth.

I don't know if he just buckled his big foot with his hand, and Xihe rolled his eyes, and hurriedly pushed him away: "Steering horse, did you wipe your butt with your hands!"

(End of this chapter)