I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

Then he stared at the table with a dumbfounded expression.

"No, Fugui, why is the whole table full of Pingchuan fish? Do you have a grudge against Pingchuan fish?"

"The Pingchuan fish tastes alright, but there's not much meat. When I was a kid, I had a dream of eating only the belly part of the fish. Now that I have money, why not enjoy it?"

He picked off the most delicious piece of meat from the belly of the fish and put it in his mouth. Then he pushed the whole plate of fish away. The waiter diligently swept the dishes off the table and brought out a new batch.

This way of eating...

The bald man finally understood why the whole table was filled with flatland fish.

He thought Huang Fugui had a deep love for Pingchuan fish.

"I said..."

A slightly disgruntled question came from behind them, interrupting the bald man.

"How can you not do business when you're open for business?"

Oh, so it's the poor, white-haired boy, He Chenxia.

That's really strange...

Aren't inns supposed to be all about harmony and making money? How can you send your guests to the neighboring inn?

The waiter looked aggrieved: "Sir, our inn is booked out today. Why don't you go to the next room? Getting angry at me won't help. The cook is already working himself to the bone."

then.

Huang Fugui and He Chenxia's eyes met.

I recognized her from her eyes.

They booked the entire venue.

Her eyes darted around, and instead of continuing to question the waiter, she casually pulled up a bench next to Huang Fugui and sat down: "We're in the same line of work, right?"

Huang Quan picked up another piece of Pingchuan fish: "If you know this bald man, that's him."

"That's it then. You don't mind if I come over for a meal?"

"Eat whatever you want, I've given you plenty, you won't be short of food."

Jiang Wanyu's eyes lit up when she heard Huang Fugui speak.

Only when you're in charge do you realize how expensive oil and rice are.

Miss Jiang's Foundation Establishment process was too taxing, coupled with her extravagant spending.

My pockets are already empty.

We went through several days without a single drop of oil in our dishes.

She is far from reaching the level of fasting.

"Is Pingchuan fish delicious? I heard it's a specialty of Pingchuan City, but it's too expensive, so I've never been able to afford it."

"What are you eating? Can you break me some?"

"Have we met somewhere before?"

The impoverished boy began to chatter on and on; such a small amount of information was far from enough to shut him up.

He broke off a piece of dessert from Huang Fugui's plate, took a gentle bite with his canine tooth, and revealed a happy smile.

"Oh? I also think you look somewhat familiar."

The bald man felt he was falling behind the times. Was it because he was too old?

Two Transcendent beings got to eat?

He Chenxia, ​​right? You actually dare to use such an old-fashioned way of striking up a conversation?

Holy crap? Huang Fugui actually accepted the offer?

He couldn't understand.

Heh? Still clinging to wealth and status? You country bumpkin, you idiot.

Huang Fugui suddenly turned his head and glanced at the white fox on his shoulder: "You want to eat it too?"

"Migu?"

He didn't understand, but he still took out a fourth-tier spirit fruit from his storage ring and put it in its mouth.

The bald man's expression changed.

What wealth? Who just called him a country bumpkin?

This was his own brother, whom he considered as close as family.

"Brother Fugui, haven't we met somewhere before?"

"No, if I had ever seen someone as ugly as you, I would definitely remember them."

"?"

The bald man told himself not to get angry, that this was his own brother, and quickly changed his approach to get closer to him.

"Your white fox is quite obedient, but I suggest that it be placed in the Spirit Beast Residence for a period of time. Swords and spears have no eyes on the battlefield, so don't let it become a burden. Sometimes life and death are just a hair's breadth apart."

Huang Fugui clearly didn't listen.

"This isn't a burden." At the same time, he silently added, "This is my wife. You expect me to leave my wife with someone else?"

The little fox raised its eyes and glanced at him.

She flicked her fluffy tail and brushed it against him.

she was.

They still don't understand humans.

The bald man still refused to give up: "No, Fugui, listen to your brother. Even if this isn't a burden, it's not good if we fight and the fox gets hurt, right? Look at the color of this little fox's fur, oh my oh my."

As he spoke, he reached out to touch it.

Even the roughest man can't resist a fluffy one.

'Snapped. '

Huang Quan shoved the bald man's groping hand away.

"It will not be hurt again unless I turn into dust and bones."

That's right.

With the Shield of Immortality in hand, if there is anyone in the world who can break through his defenses and harm the little fox, he estimates that he himself will be in vain.

The little fox glanced at him again.

His image was reflected in her eyes.

She tried to lift her head and rub it against Huang Quan.

then……

Then, because the movement was a bit too large, it aggravated the injury to the forelimb.

The wound reopened, and a drop of blood slid down onto Huang Quan's white clothes.

So eye-catching.

The man and the fox looked at each other.

Small eyes met big questions.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Don't eat, don't eat

"Hehe, Brother Fugui, look how naughty the little guy is! I'll go to the Spirit Beast Shop right now and get you some bandages to heal your injuries!"

The bald man nodded obsequiously, looking like a sycophant, and helped defuse the awkward situation.

Huang Quan was happy to agree: "How much?"

He did have healing elixirs and spiritual fruits in his ring.

However, after several days of trying, none of them worked; a strange force was preventing the wound from healing.

"No way, it's not much money, who would...who would..."

The bald, burly man stared at Huang Fugui as he pulled out two high-grade spirit stones, his tongue practically tied in knots: "I... how could I possibly take your money, brother?"

Despite saying that, his hands remained firmly gripping the two spirit stones, refusing to let go.

The theoretical conversion ratio between spirit stones is one to ten.

Low-grade spirit stones correspond to the consumption of cultivators in the first and second realms.

And so on.

The middle grade corresponds to the third or fourth realm, which is the level of the bald, burly man.

The highest level is the threshold that can only be reached at the fifth or sixth level!

The highest level corresponds to the seventh or eighth realm.

Going further up is more about insight rather than the amount of spiritual energy.

It's no exaggeration to say that these two top-grade spirit stones are of excellent quality. If you find a place to sell them, you could easily get thirty mid-grade spirit stones for them.

It's enough to make up for the gains from 2-3 life-risking adventures by the bald giant.

How could he possibly look away?

"What? Not enough?"

Huang Quan saw that the bald man still showed no sign of moving.

He took out two more pieces.

It's not that I'm stupid or rich, or that I'm showing off.

Huang Quan had a general idea of ​​the purchasing power of gold and silver, but the prices of spirit stones and spirit beast supplies...

He compared himself to the novels that fetch hundreds of thousands, millions, or even tens of millions of yuan at auctions.