Taoist is a bit salty

Chapter 502: Soul-binding Puppet

"You are really good at it. You have to look cool all the way to your errand. How can this giant wooden horse of ghost dragon attract everyone's attention?" Chen Yuanyuan said with a smile.

Baohua slapped the horse on the head and said, "There's nothing we can do about it. Who made us look so outstanding? Isn't it, ghost dragon?"

Up, up, up... Gui Jiao's fighting spirit is high.

I am the leader of the horse breed. If I don’t speak, which horse will dare to speak up?

Ahem, hey? No, it's a ghost dragon, not a real horse!

However, the ghost dragon immediately shook off the unrealistic thoughts in his mind. To be honest, his master was becoming more and more unfathomable, and now he no longer had the slightest idea of ​​​​escape.

"Come on, I won't delay your master's servants' appearance. Come on, you guys." Chen Yuanyuan said with a smile.

Baohua nodded, and then said to the somewhat confused and feminine brother, "Let's go."

The feminine young man smiled bitterly before taking Baohua away.

Sure enough, they caused a sensation as soon as they walked out of a street not far from the courtyard gate.

"Fuck me, that's a big wooden horse. A wooden horse!!"

"That big wooden horse seemed to be glaring at me just now?"

"Let me go, why is there such a tall wooden horse?"

"Oh, that big wooden horse is so magical? Which shop made it? I want to get one too."

"Don't think about it, it's a puppet of the spirit. If you sell it, you can't afford it. It's too expensive."

"How many spiritual stones does a puppet cost? Even if the big wooden horse is made a little bigger, it shouldn't cost much, right?"

"Why not? You don't know the value of the spirit-binding puppet at all. Let's put it this way, ordinary puppets are controlled by the master's mental power. But the spirit-binding puppet does not need to be controlled by the owner at all. They can listen to The master's instructions and the completion of the tasks assigned by the master are enough to crush most puppets."

Baohua followed the feminine young man and passed by, leaving behind him the sound of heated discussion.

There are endless sounds such as what kind of big wooden horse, what kind of spirit-restricting puppet, what kind of air, what kind of beauty, what kind of awesomeness.

Baohua was satisfied.

This is the effect you want.

If you don’t show off your treasures, wouldn’t it be like walking in brocade at night, and not returning home with wealth?

"Steward, why is your horse so short?" Baohua discovered that the horse of the feminine little brother walking in front of her was actually much shorter than her own big wooden horse. This made it seem like the feminine guy was also very short and was not as tall as her when riding on the horse.

I'm so sorry.

"I'm riding a small horse, so naturally it's not as tall as a war horse. Is your big wooden horse modeled after a war horse?"

"Yes, I took reference to the appearance and height of the other people's war horses, and it took me three days to get it done," Baohua said.

"You actually made this spirit-gathering puppet yourself?"

"I'm an artifact builder, so of course I made it myself. If I want to buy it, with this material, this height, and the way it looks, no one will sell it without three to five thousand spiritual stones."

The feminine little brother was surprised. "The builders I've seen and heard about all make some kind of protective city walls, spiritual buildings, city-defending crossbows, etc. If you don't tell me, I thought the builders wouldn't be able to make such small objects. of."

"You are definitely misunderstanding. We builders can make everything. I can make pots, pans, bamboo couches, and mats." Baohua said proudly.

The Yinrou guy was particularly shocked when he heard this.

He deeply felt that the little girl in front of him was definitely an unscrupulous weapon builder.

No serious builder would be able to make these little things.

"Of course, I make these daily necessities for my own use. Unless someone pays ten times the price to buy them, I won't sell them," Baohua said. The feminine little brother said in his heart, as long as people’s foreheads are not hit by a hoe, otherwise they will definitely not spend ten times the price to buy the daily necessities you make.

"Steward, what's your name?"

"My name is Wu Xi."

"That's a good name. How old are you, steward?"

"Little girl, don't ask a boy's age casually." Wu Xiang felt a little disgusted with her.

"Aren't I bored? You walk so slowly, and I have to be visited by people all the way. How can I pass the time without chatting?" Baohua complained.

Wu Xi: No wonder you blame me?

"Okay, then I'll walk faster and you can keep up."

"Okay, you lead the way."

The two horses were galloping like lightning. Ahem... they were kicking up dust all the way and marching hard in the dust. They were all disgraced and miserable, and finally arrived at the scrap warehouse.

Wu Xi swore that he would never take on tasks related to this little girl Jiang Baohua again.

"I'll give you the key to the gate, and you can get the rest by yourself. Remember to open the door for the scrap carriage every morning and afternoon. That's all."

"Then these scraps are piled here like this. Can I get some for use?" Baohua asked again.

As soon as she arrived, she noticed something strange.

"Fifty spiritual stones per pound, you can take whatever you want. There are iron puppets over there to supervise you." Wu Xi pointed at the two defensive iron puppets standing at the door of the warehouse management office.

"I understand, let's go." Baohua nodded.

"Then you can take care of yourself." After Wu Xi said that, he left without looking back.

Baohua directly cast a spell to give his big wooden horse a bath. It was too dirty and covered in dirt.

The large, delicate wooden horse that was originally black has turned into a gray horse.

As the running water began to wash, the mud continued to flow along the water, drawing mud ditches one after another.

Oh my beautiful horse!

Baohua had no choice but to increase the water flow. The water as big as the mouth of the bowl washed the horse's body with a splash. I saw the old man leaning against the wall next door, gnashing his teeth and grinning.

"I said, little girl, the weather is so dry, how dare you waste water like this and just use such a large flow of water to wash your wooden horse?"

"My big beautiful horse is dirty, why can't I get out of the water and wash it myself?" Baohua looked up at him and continued to wash it.

"I said, why are you such a willful kid? How much water will you waste if you rinse like this? Why don't you just get a rag and soak it in water and wipe it. I saw it, and it's not blood. It’s just dirt. Just wipe it clean.”

Baohua rushed directly to the big horse.

The ghost dragon shook its body happily and shook off all the remaining water. It became a clean horse again.

"I'm going to die, you dare to shake the water on me?" Baohua immediately became angry.

The ghost dragon was so frightened that he moved to the shade under the wooden corridor on one side.

Seeing that she stopped rushing, the old man sighed and got off the wall.

When Baohua saw that he had gone back, he went directly into the official house, put a big wooden barrel inside, filled it with hot spring water, and took a bath.

She is the only one here, and it is more suitable for long-term bathing than in the dormitory.

(End of this chapter)