From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Chapter 302 The Lucky Little Qilin

Xiao Youan looked up at Wang Meng, whose face was contorted in a knot, and pouted, "If you don't want to buy it, fine, sigh~"

Looking at Xiao Youan's sighing face, her small body with an old-fashioned expression, Wang Meng wondered why he didn't feel relieved even though Xiao Youan had said he wouldn't buy it.

"How about I go and buy you another cup?" Wang Meng asked tentatively.

Xiao Youan's clear, round eyes lit up for a moment, but he lowered his head slightly, and the stray hairs falling across his forehead obscured his expression.

"With small beads?"

Wang Meng nodded hesitantly, "Then be careful when you drink it, and don't let Xiao Ge and the others know, or I'll get beaten up by Boss Hei."

"I also want."

"Ah~"

A face suddenly loomed right in front of Wang Meng, startling him so much that he screamed and took a few steps back.

Xiao Youan looked at Mo Jiu, who had suddenly appeared, completely bewildered.

Can he suddenly appear out of nowhere in broad daylight? Or can he also become invisible?

"Stop shouting, here you go, I want a hundred cups!" Mo Jiu generously pulled out a stack of red bills and handed them to Wang Meng, "Add small pearls to all of them."

"One hundred cups?" Wang Meng was stunned by the sudden amount of one hundred cups of milk tea before she could even calm her wildly beating heart.

“Um…” Wang Meng looked at Mo Jiu, “Drinking too much will cause diabetes.”

Mo Jiu tilted her head and thought for a moment, "You buy it first."

Little Qilin wouldn't get diabetes! If it could, it must be a fake Qilin.

“Okay, okay, but…” Wang Meng glanced at Xiao Youan, “There’s too much milk tea, and the milk tea shop has been open for a while. Does this shop have anything to do with Xiao Youan?”

"I'll watch over it for you, you go ahead!" Mo Jiu turned around and picked up Xiao You'an. "Baby, we're not going to play with someone who can't even afford a cup of milk tea. He's as poor as his boss. I'll treat you to some later, as much as you want."

Xiao Youan silently looked at Mo Jiu. He could probably use a hundred cups of milk tea to take a bath!

That's more than enough! Absolutely more than enough!

……

Wang Meng went to Da Kou Jiu Milk Tea to buy Mo Jiu the 100 yuan worth of milk tea.

Mo Jiu placed Xiao You'an on the cashier's counter, which was actually Wang Meng's broken computer that had no internet connection and could only play Minesweeper.

She took out many small things from the large package she had brought when she sneaked out of Xuantian Island and gave them to Xiao You'an to eat and play with.

Little You'an was holding an unknown fruit that was bigger than her face and munching on it, her eyes constantly fixed on a small black purse embroidered with a small gold-threaded Qilin.

Is this the legendary Qiankun Bag? What's the working principle behind it? It can hold so much.

Mo Jiu held a firework she had pulled out from the corner of her Qiankun bag, having casually slipped it in there at some point.

"Little one, let me tell you something~ This is a signal smoke that Zhang Jiaxin developed. It's much more useful than the ordinary signal smoke from before."

Mo Jiu held a firework tube that was about the length of a chopstick, and excitedly waved it in front of Xiao You'an, for some reason.

"It was developed by a member of the Zhang family named Zhang Qianjun Wanma. Once it is ignited and launched, it will trigger the teleportation array engraved inside. All members of the Zhang family bloodline can sense it from billions of miles away and teleport over through the Zhang family crest in their hands."

"A billion miles?" Little You'an's mind was a mess; he couldn't figure out how far a billion miles was.

“A billion miles is still a bit short in the primordial world, so Xiao Zhang and the others are still improving it. You can play with this for now, and watch it as fireworks; it’s quite pretty. Once they develop a signal smoke teleportation array that can traverse the entire primordial world, I’ll give you a new one.” Mo Jiu stuffed it directly into Xiao You’an’s pocket.

But Xiao Youan's pocket was too small, and most of it was sticking out.

Mo Jiu looked at his small pocket, thought for a moment, and said, "I've got it."

He rummaged around in the Qiankun bag for a while, transferring everything he needed into the Chaos Pearl on his forehead that he could use. Then he hung the Qiankun bag around Xiao Youan's neck and casually stuffed the signal cigarette inside.

Xiao Youan stared silently at his movements, biting the fruit in her hand in a daze.

"Young boss, how much is this vase?"

"Huh?" Mo Jiu tilted her head and looked at a middle-aged man who had just come in. He was carrying a vase from the shelf and came over to ask her.

"I don't know!" Mo Jiu looked completely bewildered. It wasn't like he owned the shop; he didn't know anything about it! And the delivery guy wasn't there.

“It’s fake.” Xiao You’an looked at the vase in the middle-aged man’s hand. Even though she hadn’t touched it, she subconsciously uttered those two words.

"Fake?" The middle-aged man held the vase above his head, looked at it again, and then looked at the large and small vase in front of him.

"How much? I'll take it."

"Is it fake? You want to arrange flowers?" Mo Jiu asked curiously. Although he didn't know the prices, he knew that the items in this shop were not cheap.

"Yes, flower arrangement." The middle-aged man, holding a vase, glanced outside again. "I'm in a hurry, give me a price quickly."

"Two thousand." Xiao Youan narrowed her eyes slightly and quoted a price.

The middle-aged man saw that it was Xiaoyouan who quoted the price and was about to say something, but stopped when he saw someone come in.

She took 20 red bills from her wallet, put them on Xiao Youan's desk, grabbed the vase, and ran out.

Mo Jiu and Xiao You'an looked at the red bills on the table and exchanged bewildered glances.

"Young boss, how much is this bracelet?" This time it was a new young woman in her twenties who had just come in.

"Five hundred." Xiao You'an shifted her body, put the fruit in her hand aside, and said seriously.

"Little friend, you're so young, how do you remember these prices?" the girl asked in surprise, looking at little You'an.

"I remember." Xiao Youan nodded. They were all fakes, so she wouldn't lose money no matter how she quoted a price.

This shop has always been deserted, so why are two suckers suddenly coming in?

Mo Jiu was a little taken aback. His little darling could sell things?

"Young boss, I'd like this folding fan." A few people approached the small table with fans placed by the door.

"It looks great, little boss, I'll have one too."

"I want one too."

"Young boss, how much is this inkstone?"

"Young boss..."

Before long, the shop was so crowded that it was almost impossible to squeeze in. The voices calling out to the shopkeeper to ask about prices never stopped, and the already sparse stock on the shelves was disappearing at a visible rate.

At first, Xiao You'an was somewhat interested, but in the end, her little face became numb as she stared at the stack of various colored tickets on the table, which was dozens of times more than the ones Mo Jiu had given Wang Meng.

Mo Jiu touched the tip of her nose, looking at Xiao You'an, who had no expression, with a guilty conscience.

He seems to be quite lucky with money, but he's forgotten about that.

"This money..."