Since he planned to live in Dongluo permanently, he had to arrange a proper identity for himself.
"It's late, it's time to close the shop and absorb the demonic power to restore your cultivation."
Looking at the darkening sky, Suning stood up and closed the wooden door, then blew out the oil lamp and walked into the backyard.
This store is very run-down and the location is not very good, but for Suning, what he wants is this kind of inconspicuous corner bump.
No one notices, no one disturbs.
If there is business, do it; if there is no business, do it.
Anyway, he is not short of money, so he doesn't have to work around the clock.
The "treasures" collected from Fu Baikuang, the ancestor of the Fu family, are quite rich, with millions of gold coins and tens of millions of spiritual stones.
There are as many as one hundred and thirty-six spiritual weapons of varying grades, including many top-grade spiritual weapons and top-grade spiritual weapons that everyone in the martial arts fights for.
In addition, there were countless elixirs, medicinal herbs, talismans, spiritual teas, spiritual wines, and all kinds of things that he didn't even bother to count. They were all thrown into the Qiankun bag to be eaten by him.
To put it bluntly, Suning's personal wealth ranks among the highest in the entire Dongluo.
He doesn't have to worry about money, he just needs to wait quietly for Tantai Jinse to return.
"Buzz."
The demonic power is circulating, and Suning's cultivation is already at the late stage of the eighth-level True Immortal.
If everything goes well and the demon core and demon pills are sufficient, he is confident that he will be able to return to the ninth level of true immortal by the end of the month.
In this way, there was no words for the whole night. Early the next morning, when the little boy Xie Wubing knocked on the door, Suning opened his eyes helplessly.
The renovated drug store is a good thing, but the bad thing is that there is a "street wanderer" living across the street who has nothing to do all day long.
Well, since Suning moved here, he has become familiar with him once, and has become familiar with him three times and four times as his own family.
Come in the morning, come in the afternoon, and sometimes have to come over in the evening.
After being beaten, I complained to Suning. When I was bored, I pestered Suning to tell jokes.
Day by day, he was forcing me to have no peace.
But this child is also sensible, and helps with the work even when making trouble.
What about cleaning, wiping the shelves, and sorting out medicinal materials?
People are serious and will never cheat.
Whenever I stew something delicious at home, I don’t forget to bring a portion to Suning, which includes wine and meat.
No, early in the morning, the little guy brought six steaming big meat buns.
He said that it was his father's birthday today and he invited Suning to come over for dinner in the evening.
"Okay, tell your dad that the drink is mine."
Suning accepted it with a smile, pinched Xie Wubing's nose and joked: "To be honest, how long did you kneel last night? How many sticks did you get?"
The boy subconsciously touched his butt, and then deliberately shook his slightly sore knees. He said harshly: "I didn't kneel down. My mother loves me so much. Why would she beat me and scold me to punish me to kneel down?"
"Just, I just said a few words."
"Really, I, Xie Wubing, will be the general of Dongluo in the future. Would I lie to you?"
Suning was happy. She flicked her sleeves, took out a small white porcelain bottle and said, "Same as before, you can only eat one pill a day."
"Eating too much will lead to tooth decay, and your mother will scold me too."
Xie Wubing grabbed it and said with a fiery look in his eyes that he couldn't refuse: "Is this still the kind of jelly beans you gave me before that made me feel warm after eating them?"
Suning bit into the meat bun and replied: "Yes, I have a weak constitution and take medicine all year round."
"The medicine is so bitter. After drinking it, I need one to moisten my throat."
"It's bitter first and then sweet."
"Go, go, go to your school, don't stop me from opening the door."
