Female killer crossing into money-losing goods: Perfume Princess

Chapter 18 Loss-making business (4)

Tang Duomi was in a very good mood today. He jumped up and down in front of Mo Junzhu, took out the magic core from his body, and said with a smile, "Mother, look, I got another high-quality magic core today."

Magic cores are not only divided into grades, but also in quality, which are divided into high-quality, medium, and low-quality. The quality is related to the year and variety of the monster.

The black-haired rat caught by Tang Duomi is a common breed, and it is more than 50 years old, so it is of good quality.

Mo Junzhu caressed Tang Duomi's hair lovingly. This child was getting more and more determined, and she was relieved but also worried. "Look at the sweat on your body, are you tired? Mother will close the shop immediately and go back to cook you a delicious meal."

In front of his daughter, Mo Junzhu changed his usual aggressive style and became gentle and gentle.

Apart from her deceased husband, the only thing she could treat so tenderly was this dependent daughter.

This is also the reason why Tang Duomi sincerely regards Mo Junzhu as his mother.

Tang Duomi's current appearance is three parts like a human and seven parts like a ghost. Whoever sees him is afraid of him, and whoever sees him hates him. Only Mo Junzhu has never been disgusted at all, and his love is still the same.

It is not an obligation for others to treat you well, so Tang Duomi cherishes everyone who treats her well.Mo Junzhu and the pure and loyal Dou Sprout are the two people Tang Duomi cherishes the most here.

Mo Junzhu and Bean Sprout were busy cleaning up the shop, while Tang Duomi was idle, and Mo Junzhu refused to let her do it, so he went to the shop next door and rushed out the door.

Next door is a fabric store, Tang Duomi didn't lack clothes, so he skipped it.

Just as he was about to go to a small shop selling children's dolls to buy a doll for Bean Sprout, Tang Duomi saw a stall on the opposite side of the street, and the owner of the stall was a middle-aged man in rough clothes.

There are a lot of things in the stall, there are rattles for children, shoes, puppets, and dishes, just like a grocery stall.

Tang Duomi walked over, knelt down and picked left and right to see if he could find the supplies he needed.

There were some half-worn and half-waste cheap goods piled up on the side of the booth. Tang Duomi glanced over, then turned back, leaned over, and pulled out a black leather ball from the cheap goods.

I don't know what kind of animal skin this ball was made of, it was badly damaged, and most of the air was out of the ball.

Tang Duomi took it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

Although the ball was badly damaged, it exuded an aura of prehistoric times. It was obviously something handed down from ancient times.From the monsters that Tang Duomi had killed in half a year, the animal skin of this ball was something she had never seen before.

(End of this chapter)