The Ancient Realm Goddess
In A Shop
Qing Yue'er and Mo Jingtian stopped before the desert. There is a large and quite crowded shop. Many people stopped there after going through the vast desert.
Qing Yue'er's two eyes were glued forward. The air where it stood was already extremely hot, what about in the middle of the desert? This made him curious. After all he wanted to know how the demons hid in such a place.
“Jingtian, let's go see the tavern first,” Qing Yue'er invites, she walks ahead of Mo Jingtian towards the tavern beside the road.
The arrival of Qing Yue'er and Mo Jingtian did not make anyone else interested because of their very simple appearance. It makes everything feel easy, at first. No one felt like making a fuss.
Qing Yue'er observed the people around. The people there looked even more dull than he had ever seen. Maybe because this place has hotter air than other areas.
After sitting for quite a while, Qing Yue'er only realized that there was no servant who wanted to offer her anything. This made Qing Yue'er's forehead wrinkle quite deeply. Did his appearance already make them not intend to treat him well?
“Haiz. Jingtian, show me your spirit stones. Let them see how rich we are,” Qing Yue'er said with a hint of arrogance in her tone. People heard Qing Yue'er sayings, but they did not give much of a response.
Qing Yue'er turned her head to look at Mo Jingtian, then reached out her hand to ask Mo Jingtian for a spirit stone. However, the man was just pensively silent.
“Why are you just silent? Come on, after all you must have a lot of treasure.” Qing Yue'er asked again.
“Spirit stone? Why don't you take out your own?” asked Mo Jingtian.
“Ah?” Qing Yue'er was stunned. “I don't have much. If I could ask you why should I take out mine?”
Mo Jingtian shook his head. Then he said, “You used to have your own.”
“Hei! Why are you so stingy?” qing Yue'er Protest.
“I'm not a stingy.” Mo Jingtian let out a long sigh. He was ashamed to admit it, but he had to say this. “To be honest I don't have that.”
The people who saw this finally chuckled. They really see this as a joke. Meanwhile Qing Yue'er could only shake her head in astonishment and astonishment. “I think you're very rich. Ck.” Tongue chuckled. “It turns out you're pretty poor too.”
Mo Jingtian blinked. “Of course I'm rich. No one is richer than me,” Mo Jingtian said a little brag. He wanted to deny Qing Yue'er's remark.
How could he, Mo Jingtian, be called poor? He had a thing far more precious than spirit stones. Objects like spirit stones would only take up dimensional space so he had no interest in keeping such a thing.
“Still you don't have spirit stones,” Qing Yue'er muttered with eyes that circulated in all directions. Just now he saw that there were some people entering the store while picking up others. Then a few people in servant clothes immediately rushed over to check on the condition.
Qing Yue'er felt a little interested. “Jingtian, you wait here for a while,” Qing Yue'er said, she directly left Mo Jingtian and rushed over to see what happened.
“Do what you want,” muttered Mo Jingtian while observing Qing Yue'er who nimbly left him.
Qing Yue'er saw the tavern servants gathered around a wounded man. It seemed that the wound was like a burn that almost filled the entire body. People displayed the unrest on their faces quite clearly.
“How? I think this is too much. We don't know what caused it,” said one of the youngest-looking waiters.
“Ah, we discuss that later. Let someone treat this man first,” said another.
Qing Yue'er felt quite curious. Finally he interrupted, “Excuse me, excuse me. Does anyone want to explain anything to me?” The question immediately made them look at him.
“You, girl, just stay there and wait until we handle this,” after a big-bodied waitress. It seemed that he had already seen the poverty of Qing Yue'er and Mo Jingtian just now.
Qing Yue'er did not feel offended. He kept his mouth shut and waited until the injured man was dealt with. After that he wanted to find out what was going on.