"Stop fighting, stop fighting!" The man squatted on the ground and covered his head, begging for mercy. "Isn't it okay if I don't want the buns?"
"You messed up my business, I'll beat you to death! I'll beat you to death, you dirty beggar!" The owner of the bun shop seemed to be red-eyed, and the beating became more and more fierce.
By the end of the fight, the people around him began to frown and point, even if he was a worthless beggar, he couldn't take human life in broad daylight.
Ling Luo's eyes couldn't help but darken as he watched this scene. Thinking of being burned at the stake in the General's Mansion today, wasn't the little bitch Ling Yue playing a bullying trick?
She turned her head and found that the steamed buns steaming stove was leaning against her back. She made a move in her hand, flicked it slightly, and a fireball as big as a fist flew towards the bun shop owner who was holding the stick to attack.
"Ahhh!" The boss of the steamed stuffed bun shop's butt suddenly burned. He was so painful that he didn't care about hitting anyone. He quickly rushed back to the shop and was busy dousing the flames on his butt.
The onlookers immediately jeered and shouted "retribution" repeatedly.
A faint smile appeared on the corners of Ling Luo's lips, and then she walked over to the dirty beggar who was beaten badly, bent down, pulled off the black meteorite pendant from his waist, and studied it carefully.
stand up.
Facing the sunshine, she could clearly see the two ancient characters written a thousand years ago - Xuanyuan.
Ling Luo's expression suddenly changed. A thousand years ago, the surname "Xuanyuan" represented a race with extremely powerful abilities and extremely domineering bloodline.
Xuanyuan is the bloodline of Emperor Jin and Yuan.
The descendants of the purest bloodline in the race may be born as great Jinyuan martial arts masters who can destroy a city with a flick of their hands. Their talents are extremely terrifying, and most of them can break through the void, step into the immortal world, and become martial gods.
, become Emperor Wu!
"Where did this come from?" Ling Luo knelt down, faced the dirty beggar's face that was tangled in pain, and placed the black meteorite pendant in front of him.
The painful and tangled expression on the dirty beggar's face froze for a moment, and inexplicable emotions flashed through his bright eyes. Then the next moment, he began to cry out in pain: "Ouch, it hurts so much, it hurts me to death."
Ling Luo tilted her head and raised a faint smile on her lips. Why did she feel that his expression of pain seemed a bit familiar? It was as if she was on the stake at the General's Mansion this morning.
Instantly, she realized that this beggar was just pretending to be in pain just like her.
Ling Luo's eyes flashed with cunning, then he opened the paper bag containing the bun, and a fragrant meat bun came out. He put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, then opened his mouth, took a bite, nodded with enjoyment, and praised.
: “It’s so delicious.”
The dirty beggar was so greedy by the smell of the meat that he stared straight at the bun in Ling Luo's hand. He forgot to continue crying about pain, but swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, his Adam's apple rolling.
Ling Luo took another bite, this one directly biting off the meat filling in the center. While chewing it with relish, she held the black meteorite pendant, looked at the dirty beggar with a smile and said, "Where does this come from?"
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The moment the meat was bitten into, the dirty beggar had a look of regret on his face, and even his mouth bent down.
Ling Luo slowly finished the buns in front of the beggar, then took another one out of the paper bag, waved it in front of his eyes and said, "Tell me where this black meteorite came from, and I'll give it to you."