long night walk

Chapter 1653: Birds of a feather

The peddler heard that although her words were crazy, they did not seem to be a joke. The loose skin on his face trembled and said, "You are trying to break the rules of my sales."

Aiwu fiddled with the bone spurs on her forehead and smiled faintly: "I had become a mindless monster by then, how could I care about these things?"

She took two steps forward and kicked over the peddler's stall. The corners of her mouth cracked and she smiled wickedly: "You want to take advantage of my pain and take advantage of my misfortune? Even rabbits will bite when they are angry. Do you think it will be difficult to deal with a little dwarf like you if you drive me crazy?"

"Is it worth it to bet your life with me for just two bottles of Tingyu Spring?"

"It's not difficult for me, Ayiwu, to become a commodity on your stall. If I drag you down with me and we lie on the shelf together, it will be a great spectacle for them to see."

The peddler was obviously a flexible person. He smiled evilly twice and didn't care that his stall was in ruins.

He walked slowly around the overturned table, and finally took out a bottle of water from his sleeve, saying, "We don't have to go through so much trouble. Ayiwu, you don't have to think that I am taking advantage of your illness. It's hard to collect the clean rain this year. This bottle is the maximum I can give you. Although it's not much, it's enough to solve your urgent need."

Ayiwu accepted the bottle of Tingyu Spring, as if she had expected that this ghost would bargain for her. She sneered and said, "You are the only one who knows how to do business."

The peddler looked at her obscurely and said, "Look at you. Your broken arm was not eaten by the Dark River. You actually encountered a hard spot?"

He found a tattered stool and sat down, ignoring the weird people hiding in the dark around him watching the fun, and picked up a teapot from the messy pile of groceries.

The spout of the teapot was long, he tilted his head back and took a sip of cold tea, pretending to be concerned, "Although you, Master Ayiwu, are undoubtedly the most successfully evolved among all of us monsters, ever since you tricked and ate Yangui, you have become more greedy and ostentatious.

And now you dare to recklessly enter the Black Shadow River. Throughout history, many monsters have fallen into your hands, but if you don't curb your greed, you will suffer a greater loss sooner or later."

A Yiwu sneered and said, "Greed has made me what I am today. Peddler, you should know that it is not suitable to live down to earth here. If you are not greedy, with the only authority and rules in your hands, and your insignificant body, how can you live peacefully until now?"

The peddler squinted his eyes and said, "I have a good fate."

"What a good fate!" Ayiwu seemed to find it funny. She looked at Gaoxiang and Kanlong behind him and said, "If you and Kanlong were not born from the same blood, how could you share the rules with him and allow you to make such an unreasonable deal in this chaotic world?"

The peddler smiled proudly, "If it hadn't protected me with the rules, and I had to travel around the world for it day and night, trade with monsters, and feed it with incense, how could it have thrived? The rules made it what it is, but they also bound it. It is destined that it will never be able to break free from the shackles of the niche and cage, and naturally it cannot be separated from me in this life."

Aiwu laughed mockingly, "That's only because up to now, no food has been able to satisfy his 'appetite' and give him enough strength to grow new bones and flesh. Once a customer's transaction money is enough, that will be the day your 'brother' will give you up."

The peddler sneered, "If you want to satisfy his appetite and break the shackles of his own rules, you have to make the three incense sticks in front of the shrine burn to a height of at least three hundred feet. In our area, you, Ayi Wuye, are considered to be a leader. Even if you offer this black bone dragon, my three incense sticks are only thirty feet high, which is far from enough to satisfy his appetite."

"But seriously..."

The peddler glanced at her and continued, "Ayiwu, if you really have the ability to make him happy with his meal, why bother talking to me here? If you serve him well, he will directly spit out the Tingyu Spring you want."

Aiyiwu sneered: "What are you talking about in your sleep?"

The peddler was dancing with laughter on the recliner, saying, "Yes, yes, although Ayiwu is not in dire straits, she is still in a state of distress. Speaking of which, I am really more and more curious, who hurt you into this state, and who could be so tempting that you could ignore your own safety and go down to the river to hunt the black bone dragon after being seriously injured?"

In this world, taking Tingyuquan is the most effective way to cleanse spiritual pollution, but it is not the only way.

The peddler could see that although the injury on Ayiwu's broken arm looked serious, it was not scary, and her mental pollution was actually not serious.

For a monster, if its body structure is special, a severed head or an exploding heart would not be fatal injuries.

Not to mention the injury of a broken arm.

A bird that flies high dies from delicious food.

Ayiwu could have recovered from her injuries in the dark, but she chose not to do so. Instead, she rushed into the Dark River and polluted herself. Now she urgently needs the Tingyu Spring to relieve her mental pollution. To be honest, most of the reasons are her own fault.

The peddler could hardly imagine what else was worth doing to such an extent, other than encountering a one-of-a-kind delicacy that he could only eat at the risk of his life that night.

Ayiwu sneered and said, "People like you who just repeat what others say will naturally not understand."

"Excuse me, I heard there is a stall here where you can buy goods, but I wonder if it has closed yet."

At this moment, a faint voice suddenly broke into the conversation between the two.

This familiar voice made Aiwu's eyelids jump.

There was a trace of disbelief across the peddler's face, as if he was wondering how someone could dare to disturb Aiyiwu at this time.

He lifted his eyelids and looked, only to see a boat moving slowly in the dark fog without wind. A silver-haired young man with his robe fluttering stood at the bow facing the light.

His white robe, which did not look very clean, was stained with blood, and blood was still dripping from the cuffs of his robe. His eyes were covered with eye patch, and his body seemed to be injured and defective.

The peddler was puzzled and whispered: "When did such a passenger appear on the boat down the river?"

Aiwu narrowed her eyes.

This guy is so badly injured, yet he is still alive?

Bailian got off the boat as if no one was around, and calmly repeated the question he had just asked: "Are there any goods for sale here?"

The peddler looked at Ayiwu with a hint of malice in his smile: "Does Master Ayiwu know this person?"

Interesting and interesting.

The smell of pollution on this kid is so strong that it can be said to be eye-irritating, even stronger than the smell on Ayiwu, but his body has not been alienated for some reason. His words are also clear and natural, and his consciousness does not seem to be violated.

Ayiwu raised the corners of her lips grimly and said, "I don't know this boy, but what I can tell you is that this boy is not a weird from my tribe, nor is he a passenger on the ship."

The peddler knew what she meant, and his smile was full of cruelty and sarcasm: "I am just a peddler doing business. I will never do such barbaric things as murder and robbery. So, you don't have to deliberately guide me."

What he said was very high-sounding and pleasant to the ear.

But Ayiwu understood that this guy listened to what she said.

One of them can disregard life and death in order to satisfy his appetite.

One wants money over life.

None of them are good stuff.

The peddler's malicious smile remained on his face, and he said with a smile, "I haven't closed my stall yet, so I'm still selling goods. I wonder if this distinguished guest has prepared 50 kilograms of money in his pocket to pay for my toll for this section of the mountain and river?"

"Mountain and water toll?"

Bailian didn't understand the peddler's rules and thought that there were really such unwritten rules on this stall.

(I had stomach cramps at night and kept vomiting. The food was squeezed out of my stomach and I couldn't stop it. I felt extremely uncomfortable and had sweats. I squinted, but I squinted too much. I'm only updating now. I'll update another chapter tonight.)