Chapter 36: Heavenly Masters Are Not as Good as Dogs? (4)
He didn't think Qianye had the ability to continue to provide him with these things, so he could only try to save as much as possible to keep his energy from drying up for the time being.
He didn't think Qianye could really be as kind as she said.
Chiba never mentioned her loyalty, and it seemed that she had no choice but to save him.
She took him with her, but never asked how to lift the restrictions on him.
Maybe he is only temporarily useful to Chiba?
Will it be thrown away when it is no longer useful?
He believed that that day would not be far away, perhaps after all the things in her hands were used up.
The donkey had eaten enough grass, snorted hard, looked back at the man and the monster, and shook its big ears hard.
Wu Zhou's thoughts were interrupted. He always felt that he missed something in what Qianye said just now. Although there were many doubts, there was one thing...
Suddenly, a few words flashed through his mind, and Wu Zhou raised his head suddenly, "You said you met and died on the Huangquan Road? Then do you have past life memories?"
Qianye was stunned for a moment, and then reluctantly admitted: "Yes, maybe when I was reincarnated, the last Pluto was missing, and the new Pluto was nowhere to be seen. Po Meng went to hook up with Taurus and Horsemen, so she asked me to pick one up.
Cheap."
"Who were you in your last life?"
"Pig-killer."
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"Take a look, take a look, the newly slaughtered suckling pigs are at a fair price and they are fair and square..."
Ning'an Mansion has been a must-pass for merchants since ancient times, and it has already become as prosperous as the capital city.
There are towering pavilions and pavilions, and there is a dazzling flow of people passing by. The bustling market is filled with bargaining, bartering, and small business transactions, which is dazzling.
Unlike horse-drawn carriages, donkey carts could not enter the city, so Chiba simply sold the donkey carts at a post station outside the city.
In places where goods are transported, donkey carts can be sold for a good price, twenty taels of silver, which is still a little profit.
But now looking at the prosperous and beautiful Ning'an Mansion, Qianye began to have troubles again. The experience of two generations told her that the more prosperous the place, although there are many businesses, the consumption is relatively high.
Putting food and drink aside, she only had a mouth to feed, but no place to live.
Death can naturally live in her sleeves, but day and night cannot. She, a living person, has to find a place to stay first.
Walking through the noisy market, with the aroma of wine and food in the towering and exquisite pavilions on both sides, accompanied by the storyteller's eloquent tongue and bursts of applause, the most real thing Chiba can experience is to be with others, no longer so
Alone and shadowy.
"Sir, why don't you find a more remote inn to stay in first?" Shen suggested.
But Chiba had his own plan. He looked around and said, "Actually, I think we should first find a house owner who needs it. Since we have something entrusted to us, how can we still have no place to live even if we don't have food?"
"Sir, the house in question is probably haunted."
Qianye spread his hands and said, "Isn't that just right? It's delivered to your door."
"But he..." San glanced at Wu Zhou, who was swaying from exhaustion. Not to mention that Wu Zhou might not be able to walk anymore. Taking him into a haunted house would definitely be a burden.
Qianye also looked at Wu Zhou, who was dressed in coarse white clothes and a rough-made white cloth hat. He couldn't see his face and couldn't distinguish his dignity.
However, just like this, when worn on Wu Zhou's body, he actually showed a bit of nobility that concealed his sharp edge.
His movements and gestures were still graceful and graceful, which is in line with the saying that flaws cannot be concealed. Of course, it would be even better if he could stand firmer.