Miss Riddler just wants to level up quietly

About 10 minutes later, the old man came back with a serious look on his face.

He looked outside suspiciously, then immediately closed the door.

He stooped and asked in a low voice, "Miss, how many of these do you have? Our bank has collected them all."

If they are willing to provide it only to them, the bank is willing to give [-]% more. It can be said that they know how to do business very well.

Ziyao had this intention, and after whetting her appetite for a while, she called the wooden box containing the grass and gray meatballs to her.

Theresa was stunned as she watched. She didn't hear clearly what the two said. She only saw that after a few words, the old man immediately agreed to Nightingale's price increase.

These worthless meatballs can be sold for fifty yuan, not to mention whether they will cause diarrhea after eating them?

After leaving the pawn shop, Theresa held a bag full of cash in both hands, filled with copper coins.

"With so much money, should we go to the shrine now?!"

Although the process is strange, with so much money, it would be easy to become a priest.

As long as they make offerings, they can successfully become members of the shrine, and it is very simple to enter.

"No, let's throw coins."

Ziyao stretched out a finger and pointed to the open space next to her.

"why?"

Teresa was stunned, where did this come from?

After all, Ziyao got the money, so she couldn't say anything, so she just watched from the sidelines.

Money can make things work, so Ziyao found a few helpers, and in less than half an hour, a temporary stall was built.

Next to it were piles of purchased potatoes and eggs as small gifts.

[Treatment & Fortune Telling & Prediction of Good and Bad]

This was written on the huge board, and an extra line of words was added with a cinnabar pen.

[No fees are charged, participants will pay twenty dollars. 】

[The 233rd generation descendant of Feitian Pasta Association will make a decision that goes against his ancestors today——]

The number of people gradually increased.

At first, everyone just watched and talked about it.

Someone tried to take a look, but unexpectedly there were rewards and small gifts.

This is undoubtedly a blockbuster.

The simple townspeople had never seen this battle before, and they lined up one after another. It was very lively for a while.

It doesn’t matter if the calculation is not accurate. The key is to get money and a potato or egg.

Relying on the classic combination punch of the health product salesman, Ziyao successfully took the first step of the plan.

Half an hour later, the gifts were distributed and the morning's work was officially over.

The girl said she would come again this afternoon and thanked everyone for coming.

The crowd dispersed, and all the money they had just received was gone.

"Tata Ta..."

Just as she was about to close the stall, Ziyao saw a familiar figure.

Mei came from the corner and walked along the road to the drug store on the opposite side.

"Yi!?"

Theresa wanted to go up to say hello, but was stopped by Ziyao.

"Miss, do you want to calculate good or bad luck?"

Ziyao invited softly, as if she was willing to take the bait.

“…”

The girl went on her own, deliberately ignoring them with a cold expression.

Ziyao didn't chase him and continued to sit on the stall.

"Don't be impatient, she will come over."

Ziyao noticed the oil paper bag in Yayi's hand and easily guessed her destination.

In the pharmacy, several townspeople were discussing Ziyao's payment, which caught Mei Yi's attention.

Send money?

The poor in this town are getting poorer and the rich are getting richer. How can anyone give out money?

Judging from the poor quality of the stall, he might be a magician or a charlatan, right?

What the townspeople said confirmed her thoughts. The so-called fortune telling was not accurate.

After getting the medicinal materials, Mei returned the same way.

The girl had a sword hanging from her waist and was wearing a brocade dress. Passers-by saw her and avoided her because she belonged to the shrine.

The shrine dominates the production and life of the town. It is naturally fat and oily, and almost every clergyman can wear cotton clothes.

"Please stay, Miss Raiden Mei."

The girl revealed her real name in one sentence, and Mei stopped in her tracks.

"You must have a lot of doubts in your heart, why not give it a try?"

As she spoke, she swung the skewer tube, and several wooden skewers were entangled with each other, making a clattering sound.

"can."

Only then did Mei Yi see the girl's appearance clearly.

The girl is dressed in a light blue witch costume, like an elf walking out of a painting. Her breath is pure, emerging from the mud without being stained.

I vaguely feel like I've seen it somewhere...

Taking a few steps forward, with a skeptical attitude, Mei Yi took out the wooden stick.

——【Good luck, good for getting married】.

Volume 80: Chapter [-] Flying Pasta Association ([-])

"Ji Zhuan, it seems that you are going to have good luck recently."

The miko explained with a chuckle, her eyes soft.

The blue and white breasts are alternately unfolded, and the waist of the miko uniform is tied with a beautiful bow, and the clothes are faintly dotted with a few platycodon flowers.

There is a hint of temptation in the purity, just like the freshly chilled Karan wine.

"How do you know my name?"

Mei's attitude was unfamiliar and she felt that the miko in front of her was suspicious.

Ziyao and the two disguised themselves, so she failed to recognize them.

Today she went out to help buy medicine. Ling's cold was worse than yesterday and she kept coughing.

Kiana was so busy that she looked so haggard that she couldn't bear it.

"Because we are very destined, why not say, I like you very much."

The miko held her chin with one hand and looked up and down at Mei's beauty.

The undisguised eyes were very direct, especially lingering on the chest for a long time.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Putting down the wooden stick, Yayi made a gesture to leave.

"As far as I know, one of your friends is imprisoned in a stone prison. Do you want to watch her suffer?"

Ziyao didn't stop him, but took out the playing cards specially used for fortune-telling.

One sentence made the girl look back immediately.

Taking a deep breath, Mei returned to the stall.

"Please sit down."

"Thank you, no need."

Yayi has a sword hanging on his waist and wears a slim-fitting sleeved suit, which is convenient for movement and is also very chic and heroic.

After saying a few words, Mei felt that the miko in front of her was very frivolous. She was obviously a very beautiful person.

If the other party didn't know a lot, she wouldn't have stayed a second longer.

"How about I tell your fortune?"

Unfolding the playing cards, although the style is weird, it is a process after all.

"you are?"

There should be no poker in this era. Although it is a space of consciousness, it is generally consistent with history.

Yayi immediately became confused about Ziyao's identity.

"Am I the one who loves Mei?"

".....What should I call you?"

Mei Yi paused for a moment, her voice without any ripples.

Cold and always with a sense of alienation.

After experiencing the collapse of Changkong City half a year ago, the girl deliberately kept a distance from other people.

Like a flower on a high mountain, it is daunting.

"How about [Dear]?"

Ziyao raised a finger and imitated Alicia's speaking style.

It's not bad to be a bitch once in a while and enjoy playing with others.