My street stall reaches all worlds

Seeing the light in Li Mochou's eyes, Han Cheng couldn't help but think of Li Mochou's words before he died, and sighed: "Ask what love is in the world, and teach life and death to agree."

Li Mochou's eyes changed slightly, revealing a bit of tenderness.

Seeing this, Han Cheng hurriedly said: "The breeze is blowing on the face of the little watch girl, and the purple air is coming from the east, which is an auspicious sign. Whether it is to ask for help or help, I will surely get what I want."

Li Mochou's phoenix eyes were fixed, and she asked excitedly: "Is this really true?"

Han Cheng smiled and said: "That's natural, how dare a young man lie to a heroine."

Li Mochou smiled softly, stood up and said: "Okay, if what you said is not true, I will take your head and use it as a wine jug."

As soon as the voice fell, the person had already moved tens of meters.

Han Cheng was so frightened that he was sweating profusely, it's better not to see him in this life.

While wiping the sweat, something flew from a distance and nailed it to the table with a ding. It turned out to be a silver ingot the size of a palm.

Unexpectedly, Li Mochou would give money. It seems that she is not as vicious as in the novel. Thinking of Lu Zhanyuan's abandonment of her from beginning to end, he couldn't help feeling a little regretful. He shouldn't have given her hope and let her down again.

At the same time, the system opened again.

"Congratulations to the host for successfully completing the task. The ingot is automatically converted to 300 million RMB, please check and accept it. Li Mochou's favorability will be increased by one, and she will get a set of her unique hidden weapon, the Ice Soul Silver Needle."

With a random flash of silver light, the seven silver needles had landed in Han Cheng's hands.

Is this the Bingpo Silver Needle?
Han Cheng opened his mouth wide, but felt a flash of light in front of his eyes, and he had returned to the Pogua booth, as if he had never left, and the battle between himself and Lu Zhongxin was still going on.

As soon as Han Cheng passed it back, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed. Seeing someone smashing it with a stick, he subconsciously spilled the silver needle.

In the next second, Hong Mao and the others had turned into sculptures and remained motionless.

Immediately, a line of words appeared in Han Cheng's head, the first form of the Bingpo Silver Needle, the method of hitting acupuncture points.

It turned out that this was acupuncture, and Han Cheng immediately slapped Hongmao across the face, which shocked Lu Zhongxin who was hiding behind him.

Didn't Song Yiyi say that Han Cheng is a charlatan? Why is he so powerful?Could it be... is he an expert hermit of which sect?

Seeing Han Cheng walking back with his mouth flapping, his legs became weak and he sat down on the ground.

Han Cheng stretched out his hand to pick him up, and said with a half-smile: "Aren't you arrogant, why don't you want money?"

Lu Zhongxin's forehead suddenly burst into sweat, and he said tremblingly: "I was wrong, I don't care what you want anymore."

Han Cheng frowned, and said in a cold voice: "How can that be done? Do you think I have no money and look down on me?"

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang.

"You have 300 million in the account, please check."

Lu Zhongxin raised his head in disbelief.

This poor guy actually has so much money?
Han Cheng slapped him across the face. "What are you looking at? Damn, you can get money if you want it. Kneel down and call me Grandpa three times. I promise you will get a lot of money..."

Before Han Cheng could finish speaking, Lu Zhongxin shouted with a big grin.

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa, can I call you a hundred times? I don't want any money. Please let me go, old man. I want to find you again. My whole family is your grandson."

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed his head, making Han Cheng dumbfounded, but he couldn't do anything to him anymore.

"Go to your uncle, get out of here quickly."

Lu Zhongxin was kicked several meters away, and ran away with this strength, and the rest of them were still posing in place, because there was no such thing as acupoint release on the Bingpo Silver Needle, and they could only wait for the time to pass. , unraveling by itself.

Han Cheng shook his head and returned to the hexagram booth. Everyone couldn't help but make way for him, and there was a little more fear in their eyes.

Normally, Han Cheng didn't like to talk much, so he sat down after taking a glance. As soon as his butt touched the chair, he heard someone shout: "Who is Boss Han Chenghan, your takeaway is here."

Then four or five young men in Dingshenglou clothes came in, carrying a large table on their backs.

"I am."

Han Cheng stood up.

The leader saluted Han Cheng and said politely, "Boss Han, this is the takeaway you ordered."

After speaking, people put it on the table, and the same things were taken out.

Seeing the huge lobster that weighed several kilograms, the big crab, and a bunch of seafood that everyone couldn't even name, someone suddenly exclaimed.

"The seafood banquet in the Dingsheng Building! I'll go, this table is worth tens of thousands."

Han Cheng smiled lightly, and said to the man: "You are quite discerning, why don't you sit here and have a drink?"

The man shook his head hastily. "I'm not worthy to sit at the same table with you. You drink slowly, and I won't hinder you."

Han Cheng didn't speak any more, and after a few people were set up, he sat on the table and began to munch. Although the gangster brought by Lu Zhongxin couldn't move after being acupointed, his senses were still there, watching Han Cheng eat so deliciously. , The saliva is about to flow out.

The guy who grilled skewers next to him didn’t dare to be poor any more. He heard Han Cheng’s mobile phone transfer money twice, and the amount was different. , Even selling meat skewers is quite satisfactory, so I dare not shout anymore.

Han Cheng can naturally feel the changes in everyone, this feeling is very good, he likes it.

While feeling extremely comfortable, an extremely discordant voice came from the crowd.

"Tsk tsk, I haven't paid the protection fee for several times. How dare you still have the time to eat here? Han Cheng, are you just waiting for me to come to you?"

While speaking, a tall and burly man came out from the crowd with his shirtless arms, green dragon on the left, white tiger on the right, and a Maitreya Buddha tattooed on his belly, he looked very difficult to mess with.

There were two people following behind him, both of whom had to be 1.9 meters tall, one with a cigarette in his mouth, and the other scratching his nest. Everyone immediately backed away, not disgusted, but frightened.

The surname of the tattooed man is Nan, and his name is Nan Zhongkui. Everyone calls him Nan Batian. He usually hangs around in the South Market. , but there is no way, no one can beat him, and now seeing him looking for trouble again, I wish I could hide far away.

Nan Batian had already pulled those acupoints to the ground, picked up a crab and chewed it open.

Han Cheng was upset, but he didn't want to provoke him. After all, he still had to set up a stall here. If he really got into trouble, it might be difficult to stop in the future.

As soon as I thought about it, a smile appeared on my face.

"Brother Nan, I'm about to call to honor you, why don't you come here?"

"When I come, you have to call. If I don't come, don't you even forget who I am?"

Speaking of the last two words, Nan Batian's voice suddenly rose, and with a flick of his wrist, Han Cheng's table was flipped off.