Turn the villain into a sweetie

The two came to an ordinary inn, opened the door and went in.

As soon as the two entered the inn, they ran into a flying table head-on.

Yu Bolan stood in front, subconsciously protecting the dumpling with one hand, and was about to block it with the other hand, but saw a flash of sword light, and the table was split in half.

Huai Mo held a sword flower in one hand, and the branch in his hand was particularly conspicuous.

"You still keep this." Yu Bolan looked at the branches and asked with a smile.

Huai Mo glanced at him, did not answer, and moved his gaze to the center of the hall.

"That's the guy! The shopkeeper is the one who stole my Promise Pill," a big man held a chair in one hand, his eyes widened, "Don't stop me, I'm going to kill him!"

A young man in white was kneeling on the ground, holding the package in his arms tightly, trembling all over, bowing his head in silence.

"Guest officer calm down, guest officer calm down, fighting without authorization in Haicheng is forbidden!"

Huai Mo just glanced at them, didn't say anything, and walked directly to the counter, where the proprietress was sitting with an abacus in her hand, and when she saw the visitor, she hurriedly stood up.

Yu Bolan followed behind him, but Huai Mo suddenly turned his head and gave him a suspicious look.

He understood, stepped forward, and placed the spirit stone in his hand on the counter: "Miss Boss, one room is up."

"One room?" Huai Mo's tone turned pale, and his face suddenly became ugly.

"Master, master," Yu Bolan hurriedly turned around when he saw this, and whispered in his ear, "We don't have so much money! It's a different price to book two rooms..."

Huai Mo's face was frighteningly gloomy, and when the room card was displayed, he immediately turned around and went upstairs.

Yu Bolan hurriedly followed, and when he was walking towards the stairs, he happened to pass by the young man in white on the ground. The young man in white suddenly raised his head and met his eyes.

He frowned, feeling a sense of discomfort in his heart, but still ignored the guy on the ground, turned around and went upstairs.

But when he came to the room, he found that the door of the room was locked and reinforced with spiritual power.

"Master," he knocked on the door with a helpless tone, "what are you doing?"

"I don't like living with other people," Huai Mo's voice came from inside, "Get lost!"

Yu Bolan paused for a knock on the door, then took it back, rubbed the dumpling in his arms, and sighed.

"Father," Tuanzi called out, "Doesn't Mom want us?"

"Oh, dumpling," Yu Bolan rubbed it fiercely, "I've always wanted to ask you, who told you that Huai Mo is your mother?"

"Ah, but this is how Tuanzi feels," Tuanzi blinked. "The first time Tuanzi saw him, he felt that his parents should be a couple."

"What nonsense?" Yu Bolan turned around.

Since Huai Mo won't let him in, let's go out for a stroll, just in time to experience this bustling sea city.

He raised his legs and was about to go downstairs, but suddenly thought of the look in the eyes of the young man downstairs, frowned, changed direction decisively, and jumped directly along the window of the corridor on the second floor.

After landing, he rolled on the ground, and after stabilizing, he vomited another mouthful of blood.

Oops, I forgot that I was still injured internally.

Tuanzi tugged at him worriedly.

He stood up and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. The monks around him were coming and going, but no one looked at him.

"There are still the last few spirit stones." Yu Bolan touched his pocket, "Go to the pharmacy and have a look."

He was about to get up, but he was stopped: "Sir, please stay."

He paused and felt goosebumps all over his body. He turned around suddenly and saw the young man in white who was at the inn before, standing there, holding the package, standing there pitifully.

"My lord," the young man in white left two lines of tears, "Will you help me?"

Yu Bolan frowned: "Why did you run out?"

"I don't," the young man in white shook his head, wiping away tears that didn't exist. "The person in the room... is my puppet."

Yu Bolan was taken aback, and turned to look at the inn, only to see the young man in white still kneeling on the floor of the inn.

"I can make him move," came the young man's voice, "for example... slap myself."

As soon as the words were finished, the young man in the room raised his hand fiercely and greeted his face, and there was a "pop".

"Your Excellency is willing to believe me now?" The young man's voice came faintly, Yu Bolan turned his head and saw the other party salute, "Sanchun Pavilion Yuan Liqi, I send my greetings to you."

Yuan Liqi?

The young master of Sanchun Pavilion, who is proficient in puppet art, is one of the most loyal younger brothers of the protagonist in the original text.The puppet technique is the most sinister and vicious technique. The puppets are all refined from living people, and they are extremely vicious.

The young man in the room, I don't know which unlucky guy was recruited.

"Yu Bolan," Yu Bolan lowered his eyes and saluted, "Is there anything you want?"

"Young Master is also a straightforward person." Yuan Liqi smiled slightly, his eyes twinkled slightly, making him even more charming, and he pointed his finger lightly, "I am willing to spend a lot of money to buy the strange beast in the arms of Young Master."

"Huh——" Tuanzi kicked his calf, and was about to open his mouth, but was suddenly held down by Yu Bolan.

"It's my pet," Yu Bolan lowered his voice, warning secretly, "Sorry, it's not for sale."

"Young master, don't be nervous," Yuan Liqi still smiled, "I just see that this strange beast has a strange appearance and can speak human words, it's just a bit novel."

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first." Yu Bolan looked at him, with a smile in his eyes, and walked past Yuan Liqi, "There are so many strange things in the world, your Excellency, don't care about everything Yes, it's so sad."

Yuan Liqi turned around and stared at his back with unclear meaning in his eyes.

Yu Bolan walked a certain distance, turned around, and found that the other party hadn't followed, so he breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed the dumpling vigorously, and said in a low voice, "Are you stupid? Did you just want to open your mouth?"

Tuanzi hurriedly said, "Dad—"

"Shhhhhhhhh," Yu Bolan hurriedly held it down, "I guess there aren't many strange beasts that can speak, so don't talk when you're outside."

Tuanzi kicked his legs and nodded.

"Yuan Liqi," Yu Bolan smacked at the name, "This character from the later period...why did he appear here?"

[Drip——It is detected that the favorite value has dropped to: -32, and the current cultivation base of the host is: Dongxu. 】

The system's voice came suddenly, Yu Bolan's thoughts stopped, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he laughed a little.

That little ancestor... so what happened?

"Forget it, forget it," he shook his head, put the dumpling on his shoulder, turned around and continued to look for the drug store, "I don't want to, let's talk about this kind of thing later."

He wandered the streets for a long time, and finally found a small pharmacy in an unremarkable corner.

"Boss!" He opened the door and walked in, "Is there any medicine for healing?"

There was only a middle-aged man sitting in the store, who was fiddling with his abacus with his head down. He was startled when he heard this, and quickly raised his head. He was relieved to see a man dressed as a servant coming in: "Yes, there are, low down." A high-level Huiyuan pill, a low-level spirit stone, how much does the guest officer want?"

Yu Bolan did not reply, but looked at the environment of the store, then fixed his eyes on the medicinal materials piled in the corner, curled his lips, and walked over: "Boss, what are these medicinal materials for?"

"Oh, these," the boss replied without raising his head, "these are all collected from outside, and they will be sold to those dan shops in Shangcheng District for medicinal materials."

"Uptown?"

"Are you from outside?" The boss paused his fingers before raising his head. "Shangcheng District refers to the central area of ​​Haicheng. That's not something we little people dare to set foot in."

"Then... what about the Duan family?" Yu Bolan's tone was playful.

The boss's expression changed: "What nonsense are you talking about? Can you say that casually?"

"Hey, boss, calm down," Yu Bolan hurriedly comforted, knowing it well, "I want to know, is the Huiyuan Pill made from these medicinal materials?"

"That's natural," the boss stroked his beard, "The low-level Huiyuan pill is the most basic pill in the alchemist, and we little people can only do this. If you want to find a high-level pill For medicine, we have to go to the upper city.”

"Are these herbs sold?" Yu Bolan asked, "How much?"

The boss sized him up and said, "If you want, three mid-level spirit stones. But—do you have a magic weapon for storage?"

Yu Bolan nodded without guilt, and then touched his pocket. There were only three middle-level spirit stones in the pocket.

He has a bold idea.

Since the so-called alchemy is to refine medicinal materials into elixirs, maybe he can do something with the ability of equivalent exchange?For example, convert these medicinal materials... into Huiyuan Dan?

Gamble or not?

Yu Bolan gritted his teeth, took out three spirit stones and placed them in front of the boss, then walked to the pile of herbs, turned his back to the boss, and stretched out his hand.

The medicine gradually disappeared.

half an hour.

Yu Bolan looked at the two small pills in his hand, and felt like crying.

With so many medicinal materials, these two were converted.

"Since the guests have already put away all the medicinal materials," the boss has already started chasing the guests, "then leave quickly."

"Boss," Yu Bolan turned around and spread out his palms, feeling a little guilty, "Do you want to accept the pill?"

The boss looked at his palm, and his face changed: "This is... this is a high-level Huiyuan Pill! Where did you get it?"

After finishing speaking, he seemed to feel that his attitude was not good, so he quickly stood up, saluted, and smiled all over his face: "It's accepted, please bid."

Yu Bolan was a little confused, and tentatively said: "20 yuan high-level spirit stone."

Unexpectedly, the boss was overjoyed: "Okay, okay, I'll go get it right away."

Seeing his appearance, Yu Bolan tentatively added: "One?"

The boss nodded hurriedly: "Naturally, we can't take advantage of it too much, just one, and one is just right."

As soon as the words fell, the boss went to withdraw the money happily.

When Yu Bolan walked out of the pharmacy with "huge money" in his arms, his mind was still a little dazed.

Why is the boss so forthright?Could it be that there are fewer quotations?

He looked at the elixir left in his palm, put it in his mouth and swallowed it, feeling a little depressed as he felt the warmth brought by the elixir to his body.

But he seems to have found a...a great way to make money.

Compared with those magic tools that cost tens of millions of high-level spirit stones in the original text, 20 yuan of high-level spirit stones is really a small amount, but it can barely solve the current urgent need.

As he thought about it, he put his hand on the spirit stone. The 20 yuan spirit stone gradually disappeared and transformed into a... black sword, just looking at the appearance, it was exactly the same as the Heating Rivet Sword.

You can't let Huai Mo keep fighting with twigs. The sword converted from high-level spirit stones should be easier to use.

He hooked his lips and was about to walk back when he heard a "boom" and a loud noise came from the direction of the inn.

His expression changed, and he hurriedly ran back, not far from the inn, and smelled a bloody smell.

Suddenly he felt something was wrong, so he jumped to Huai Mo's room on the second floor, and jumped in through the window, only to see Huai Mo standing in the center of the room, covered in blood, with a branch in his hand, and corpses lying on the ground .Hearing the sound, Huai Mo turned his head slowly, his cold eyes met Yu Bolan's.

"Oh, master," Yu Bolan smiled at him, and raised the sword in his hand, "What's the matter? I prepared a gift for you——"

Before the words finished, Yu Bolan felt a pain in his neck.

Huai Mo raised the branch in his hand and placed it around his neck, full of killing intent.