"Little girl, wait a minute!"

Just as the little girl was holding the storage ring tightly in both hands and preparing to leave the restaurant happily, Ye Wuque's voice suddenly sounded again, echoing in the restaurant, causing everyone to raise their eyebrows, and then they all showed a cold smile!

The little girl, whose big eyes were originally filled with joy and excitement, trembled suddenly, but still stopped and slowly turned around. She held the storage ring in her small hands and looked at it reluctantly at first, but still timidly said to Ye Wuque: "Big... Big man, do you... do you want to return the flowers?"

There was a trace of trembling in the little girl's voice, and even a crying tone. Tears fell from her big eyes, but she continued to say firmly: "If you really want to return the flowers... No... It's okay... I am willing..."

The little girl has also experienced similar scenes many times. Although some customers gritted their teeth and bought flowers, they were still extremely painful after all, and finally chose to go back on their words and asked to return the flowers and money.

In the little girl's view, Ye Wuque's behavior was to ask for a refund and a refund, and he didn't want to buy it anymore.

Although the little girl was reluctant and sad, she didn't want to force a sale.

After hearing what the little girl said, the man at the table next to Ye Wuque suddenly showed a strong sneer on his face. He looked at Ye Wuque, who was covered in a black cloak, and laughed and sneered: "You are a useless person! I thought you were so capable and worth a lot of money, but it turns out that you are just pretending to be rich! It really makes me laugh to death! If I were you, you would find a crack in the ground to crawl into now. If you can't afford it, don't pretend. It's embarrassing!"

The man laughed wildly, as if he had finally let out the breath he had been holding in his heart, and he felt indescribably comfortable.

However, when he looked at Ye Wuque, the greed and malice in his eyes did not decrease but increased, and became more and more intense!

"One hundred low-grade essences! This kid is really a fat sheep! Since you have run into my hands, Zhao San, if I let you run away, won't you be punished by heaven? I'm rich! I'm rich! Hahahaha..."

This man is called Zhao San, and he is a local gangster in this area. He is known for his vicious and cunning methods. He specializes in picking people to attack, taking their money, and even killing people for money. He has killed at least 300 people.

The reason why Zhao San can still live a comfortable life is because he has a good eye. He never messes with those monks in groups of three or five, and never messes with those really generous guests. He specializes in picking monks who are alone and look weak.

In this way, he almost succeeds every time and has been at large.

Zhao San comes to this restaurant every day to find a suitable target. Today, he originally wanted to have fun with the little girl selling flowers, but he didn't expect to find Ye Wuque.

In Zhao San's opinion, Ye Wuque was alone, a stranger, and seemed to have a small fortune, but not rich. This was a perfect target for a fat sheep!

That's why Zhao San mocked and ridiculed Ye Wuque before, just to test him deliberately!

As if he had thought of the pleasure of stepping on this black-robed man and ravaging him in a while, Zhao San's vicious eyes were slightly red, and a hint of bloodthirstiness and cruelty surged out of them.

At this time, the little girl had slowly walked back to the wine table where Ye Wuque was, with a mist in her big eyes, and she was extremely sad.

However, just as Zhao San's face was full of sneers and the little girl's big eyes were sad, a voice with a faint smile came out from under the black cloak again.

"Haha, little girl, I didn't say I wanted to return the flowers. I called you to tell you that the remaining eight flowers in your flower basket... I want them all."

As soon as these words came out, the whole restaurant was once again dead silent!

The smiles on the faces of the guests who were watching the show froze in an instant. Some people even trembled and the wine in their cups fell down!

Didn't they want to return the flowers?

But now, not only did they not return them, but they wanted to buy all the flowers from the little beggar!

How could this happen?

Is there something wrong with my ears?

Or is this guy crazy?

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nine hundred low-grade essences to buy a few flowers that are useless?

This is the thought that all the guests in the restaurant had in their minds at the moment. In an instant, they all stared at the black cloaked figure, trying to confirm whether they really heard it wrong.

Snap!

Zhao San, who was originally full of sneers and ridicule, broke the chopsticks in his hand at this moment, and his breathing suddenly stagnated!

The pupils in those eyes that were originally cruel and bloodthirsty were shrinking violently, and a hint of disbelief surged out of them!

"This guy...what did this guy say? He actually wants to buy all the flowers of this little beggar? This...this is a full nine hundred low-grade essences!"

Zhao San's eyelids twitched. He knew that he had not heard wrongly. The man in the black cloak did speak like this.

This time, Zhao San did not even have the time to ridicule and mock Ye Wuque. He stared at Ye Wuque with his eyes, as if he wanted to confirm something. His breathing seemed to become slightly rapid!

The little girl who was originally walking slowly towards Ye Wuque also trembled at this time. Her big eyes full of mist looked at the tall and slender figure in the black cloak, and a touch of confusion emerged from them!

"Sir...you...what did you say?"

The little girl also thought that she might have heard wrongly. The kind-hearted adult did not want to return the flowers, but wanted to buy all her remaining flowers.

"I said...I want all your flowers."

The faint laughter sounded again, and Ye Wuque gently flicked his right hand towards the wine table!

After a swish, the entire restaurant was filled with an extremely pure aura of Yuanli. On the table, there were 800 pieces of low-grade Yuansui, which were completely black and neatly arranged!

Zhao San, who was staring at Ye Wuque, suddenly had red eyes!

Shock, greed, ecstasy and other emotions intertwined in his eyes, and his originally rapid breathing became heavy!

"Nine... nine hundred low-grade Yuansui! This guy is so rich! And he must have more on him! I'm going to be rich! This fat sheep is really rich! They are all mine! These low-grade Yuansui are all mine, Zhao San!"

Zhao San was shouting excitedly in his heart. He didn't care whether Ye Wuque was crazy and was throwing money around like this. He just wanted to kill Ye Wuque right now and snatch all his Yuansui!

The little girl looked at the table full of low-grade essence with big eyes. The original sadness disappeared instantly, replaced by extreme excitement and surprise!

"My Lord! Thank you! Thank you..."

The little girl cried with joy. In her eyes, these low-grade essences have completely become elixirs that can cure her mother's illness. Maybe with these low-grade essences, her mother can be cured.

Under the cloak, Ye Wuque smiled faintly, and with a sweep of his right hand, the eight hundred pieces of low-grade essences immediately flew into the little girl's storage ring.

The little girl hurriedly took down her old basket, carefully took out the remaining eight heavenly spirit flowers, stood on tiptoes and held them all in both hands to Ye Wuque, with gratitude in her eyes.

Ye Wuque put the eight heavenly spirit flowers into the Yuanyang Ring, looked at the little girl who kept bowing in front of him, and swept his eyes around. Especially when he saw the heat and greed in the eyes of Zhao San at the next table, a sneer slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth!