Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 139 The baby is already one month old

"How is she?"

Wang Qiye looked lonely, with only regret in his drooped eyes, but he still asked about her recent situation in a calm tone.

"They are a loving couple. Bei Ming Haotian is a rare genius in cultivation in Qingfeng Cliff in the past hundred years. At the age of 28, he has already reached the seventh level of foundation building. I heard that his cultivation has been unable to be suppressed recently and he is preparing to break through to the eighth level of foundation building."

Murong Xiaoxiao told the story slowly and observed Wang Qiye's expression as she spoke. She felt relieved when she saw that he looked normal.

"That's good."

Knowing her current situation, Wang Qiye nodded slightly, then raised his head again, looking relaxed.

"Wang Qiye, you will find better."

Murong Xiaoxiao heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that he had come out. She lowered her head and unconsciously looked at the storage bag in her hand.

"Oh, Senior Sister, you don't know that as for our three foundation-building flowers, your junior brother has already dealt with two. The road to immortality is still long. If there is no beauty to accompany you, wouldn't it be too boring?"

"I'm relieved that you think this way. In fact, I came out this time to buy a gift for Lan Lingxin's child. In a few days, it will be a full month."

Murong Xiaoxiao kept considering her words, but finally decided to speak them out.

"Is it true? Is the baby already one month old?"

Wang Qiye paused, then returned to normal. He then figured out why Murong Xiaoxiao came out to buy a storage bag even though she already had one.

"I'd better take a magic sword. A storage bag given by a child is a bit expensive."

As Murong Xiaoxiao said this, she was about to put the storage bag on the ground and exchange it for a magic weapon.

"No need, Senior Sister. Your Junior Brother is no longer a mediocre person. This amount of spiritual stones is only enough for Junior Brother to go to the Red Moon Tower tonight and kiss the courtesan. If you don't believe me, please watch."

Wang Qiye smiled again, grabbed Murong Xiaoxiao's hand with one hand, took a storage bag in the other hand, shook it in his hand, and then placed it in the palm of his bare hand.

"Brother, are all these yours?"

Murong Xiaoxiao, who didn't care much at first, was actually shocked by the style of the book. She raised her head with a pair of surprised eyes, and tears flowed out.

"If you like anything, just take it. No need to be polite to me..."

Wang Qiye, who was still showing off, did not notice Murong Xiaoxiao's changes until a pair of delicate hands climbed up his cheek.

"Junior brother, how could you be so stupid as to venture into that secret realm?"

Murong Xiaoxiao gently stroked his cheek, feeling a little distressed. Is this still the boy who argued fiercely over a spirit stone for tea money, or the boy who could be happy for the whole day just to save a spirit stone?

"Sister, you don't know that there is actually nothing scary about that secret realm..."

"Snapped--"

Wang Qiye, who was still pretending to be smart, was slapped in the face, and then he was held tightly in the arms. For a moment, he felt soft and fragrant in his arms, and a pair of sweet lips were close to his ears, which was like a breeze blowing, making him feel a little itchy.

"Junior brother, promise me that you won't go there again."

"Ah."

Wang Qiye also snuggled tightly in her arms and rubbed his head against her hair. It was as if he had traveled through time and space and finally found someone to rely on. He had never felt so at ease before.

"Boss, how much is this magic weapon?"

The two of them didn't know how long they had been cuddling together until they were disturbed by a tactless monk.

"300 Spiritual Stones."

Wang Qiye, who was enjoying himself, raised his head and yelled at him angrily.

"Brother, how could you do this?"

Murong Xiaoxiao pushed him away, wiped her tears, put on a smiling face, and spoke to the monk.

"This magic weapon is 260% new. It could be 250 spirit stones. If you want, you can go for less. How about spirit stones?"

The monk's complexion finally looked a little better. He looked at it from left to right and couldn't let it go. This magic weapon happened to be suitable for his attributes, so it was even more difficult for him to let it go.

"Is there anything missing?"

"240. If you miss this opportunity, you will miss this store."

After being kicked by Murong Xiaoxiao, Wang Qiye could only lower his expression and respond with a forced smile.

"OK, transfer the contribution points."

"Qiye, the king of Qingzhu Peak."

Seeing that Wang Qiye was not willing to pay attention to him, Murong Xiaoxiao quickly gave his name.

"Boss, turn around, I'll take this magic weapon."

The monk paid the money, rubbed the magic weapon on his hand, felt that he had made a great profit, and left happily.

"Junior brother, how can you not do business?"

Murong Xiaoxiao turned around, rolled her eyes at him, and still blamed him.

"Senior sister, the person has left, let's continue hugging."

Wang Qiye, who was obviously not satisfied, opened his arms again, wanting to continue the tenderness.

Murong Xiaoxiao dodged, her face flushed with shame, her mouth tightened, and she glared at him.

"Okay, now you even dare to take advantage of Senior Sister. You didn't take advantage of her enough just now."

"No, if Senior Sister doesn't give Junior Brother the advantage, will she give it to others?"

Wang Qiye refused to give in and opened his arms again.

"You, even though you've grown up, still don't have a decent career."

Murong Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes at him and opened her arms as well, but this time the two of them just hugged each other briefly before separating.

"Okay, it's time for me to go."

Murong Xiaoxiao returned the storage bag containing Wang Qiye's belongings to him.

"Wait a minute, Senior Sister. Take these two magical instruments and use them as you like."

Wang Qiye took out two swords that Murong Xiaoxiao could use from his storage bag and handed them over.

"Then I won't be polite, Senior Sister. I've taken advantage of you so much, it's time to get some interest back."

Murong Xiaoxiao didn't hesitate and put it away together with the storage bag she had just obtained.

"How can that be? I still owe it."

After saying that, Wang Qiye opened his arms again.

"You are still so childish."

Murong Xiaoxiao opened her arms again, and the two hugged each other again.

"Take care of yourself."

Murong Xiaoxiao put her sweet lips close to his ear and spoke softly, and then the two separated.

"Sister, take care."

At the time of parting, Wang Qiye began to look at Murong Xiaoxiao seriously and found that this senior sister had become a stunning beauty without anyone noticing.

"Remember what Senior Sister said, don't do stupid things again."

Murong Xiaoxiao didn't know whether he had listened to her or not, but she knew she couldn't stay there any longer. His eyes had started to become greedy, and he even dared to stare at her chest in public, not caring about her warning look.

I don't know how many life and death experiences he had gone through before he finally crawled out of the pile of dead bodies. Now all he had left was the desire for primitive desires, which made people so distressed that they couldn't help but turn around, get up and leave.

Even until Murong Xiaoxiao was submerged in the crowd, Wang Qiye still did not take his eyes away. The fragrance lingering in his heart was so lingering.

"Boss, how much is the storage bag?"

It was not until he was interrupted by a monk that Wang Qiye, who was as thin as a sculpture, moved and reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

"950 Spiritual Stones, no bargaining."

"Make it cheaper. I'll buy it if you give me a little less."

The foundation-building monk carefully examined it and tried to negotiate a price.

"It's just 950 spirit stones, take it or leave it."

Wang Qiye spoke with disdain, he was so confident in selling storage bags.

"Okay, transfer the contribution points."

The Foundation Establishment cultivator sighed inwardly and said it was a pity, but it was okay. A second-hand storage bag was basically priced at this price, between 970-940, which was also acceptable.

This thing is a necessity. Sometimes one storage bag is not enough for a cultivator. The space of a first-level storage bag is limited, and it is not cost-effective to buy a second-level storage bag. Buying a first-level storage bag will solve the problem, so the supply is in short supply.

"Okay, I got it. The money and goods are settled. Goodbye."

"Well, see you later."

The foundation-building monk tied the storage bag directly around his waist, raised his hands slightly, returned the salute, then turned and left.

As the sun sets in the west, the Qi Refining cultivators begin to rush back to their respective mountains to have dinner.

Bai Mu also began to pack up his stall. Today's revenue was pretty good. If he could keep his stall open for another five days, most of the goods would be sold out.

"Brother Wang, why don't you close the stall?"

"immediately."

Wang Qiye, who was calculating today's harvest, was interrupted by him and had to start counting all over again.

"Brother Bai, please sell me another eagle head mask tomorrow. This tiger mask is quite useful today."

"no problem."

Finally, tomorrow's business has come. Bai Mu was very happy. Although this tiger-headed boy's selling skills were not very good, he was quite pleasing to the eye.

"Remember to save a good spot for me tomorrow."

Although only 17 magic weapons and 11 storage bags were sold today, and the business was less than half of yesterday, Wang Qiye's mind was obviously not on this today. He was still thinking about that hint of fragrance.

"Wait and eat something?"

"you please?"

"These are just little things. If you sell two of them, it will take me a day. And you still want me to treat you? At most, we'll split the bill."

"Okay, go order the food first, I'll settle the bill and then I'll go."

"Well, Donglaishun is waiting for you, don't keep me waiting too long."

As he said this, Bai Mu left behind the young man wearing the tiger-head mask and left first.

There are 192 magical weapons and 77 storage bags left.

The assets also reached Lingshi 9301, contributing points.

Today's harvest was pretty good. While thinking it over again in his mind, he put all the things on the stall into the storage bag, stood up, identified a direction, and walked towards Donglaishun.