Transmigration Book

Murong Mingxi was slightly relieved seeing Mr. Zhao's love for the seven-star round-leaf grass.Strike while the iron is hot, and persuaded with a smile, "Old Mr. Zhao, just accept it. Because I have been away from home for so long, this is the first time I have met an acquaintance."

As he said that, Murong Mingxi turned his head and looked at Mo Ziqi, with a soft expression, "Ah Qi never accepts my thank you gifts. This is my little care, Mr. Zhao, don't reject me like him."

When Murong Mingxi mentioned this, Mr. Zhao couldn't refuse.What's more, even he has never seen such a high-quality seven-star round-leaf grass, and Mr. Zhao really doesn't want to miss it.

"Then I'll be thick-skinned once and accept it. But I'm an elder anyway, so I can't take your things for nothing." Elder Zhao treasured the small box and put it in the storage ring.He took out another wooden box, "Here is a perennial green cliff flower, as a meeting gift for my little friend."

Although the blue cliff flower is not as precious as the seven-star round-leaf grass, it is a very rare convalescent product.For Murong Mingxi, the value is even higher than the seven-star round-leaf grass.

Mo Ziqi saw Mr. Zhao's intentions, and his attitude was quite friendly.Then thinking that Mr. Zhao, as the president of the Foreign Spirit Association, is a highly qualified foreign spirit master who can provide a lot of convenience for Murong Mingxi's future practice development, so he took the initiative to invite, "It's getting late now, I He and Mingxi are going to Wangjiang Tower, if Mr. Zhao has time, why not go with us too."

Mr. Zhao was a little surprised.

Don't look at Mo Ziqi being very respectful to him, but that's just an ordinary courtesy.More, that is, respect etiquette on the face of knowing the elders.

Don't talk about him taking the initiative to invite you to dinner. I'm afraid that Mo Ziqi's own grandfather, Mr. Mo, has never had such an honor.

Elder Zhao's eyes lingered on Murong Mingxi for a few seconds, and then he moved away calmly, "Wangjianglou is the only restaurant here, so the old man will bother you."

When Mo Ziqi was in the Central Capital, he was always decisive, ruthless and quick in handling things, and he didn't care about anyone's feelings.To be able to instantly change the attitude of such a young master of the Mo family and take good care of him, Murong Mingxi's miraculous, Mr. Zhao already thought he was high enough.

But when he entered Wangjiang Tower and sat on the dining table full of delicacies, Mr. Zhao realized that his understanding of the magic of Murong Mingxi was far from enough.

As a spirit master who cultivated both plants, spirits and beasts, Elder Zhao couldn't understand the unruliness and willfulness of these two types of creatures very well.Not to mention the ones that are far away, the ones he raised by himself, the ones he took care of from birth are relatively docile, and those who become monks halfway, don't be obedient, and don't tear down the house when there is trouble, he has to be thankful.

As a result, here, Mr. Zhao watched Murong Mingxi put the three in his arms "at will" on the dining table.Not only did the two little bandits and a not-low-rank monster cub rebel, but they sat obediently in a row beside them, waiting for dinner.

The puppy is even more sensible.He was actually able to run around and help Murong Mingxi set the tableware.

Elder Zhao couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, he couldn't believe that there could be such a considerate little baby in the world.Before he let go of his emotional hand, he saw a golden vine protruding from Murong Mingxi's shoulder.

The vines have familiar leaves and produce small, fragrant pink flowers.Then he rolled the cane and tied it with his hands, tied it into an exquisite and beautiful bouquet, and sent it to Murong Mingxi's bowl.Rubbing Murong Mingxi's cheek affectionately, he crawled out and sat down in front of the fourth little dish.

Mr. Zhao felt that in this short half a day, he would probably use up all the surprises in his life.

"This is, this is the Thousand Illusion Tinder Flower?" Mr. Zhao is also an accomplished bigwig, but now he is acting like a poor boy who has just entered the city.He didn't even dare to use a definite tone when he recognized a foreign plant.

"En." Mo Ziqi nodded, "If there is no second Thousand Illusion Tinder Flower in this world, it will be the one you want."

"..." What kind of fate did this little doll have?

Elder Zhao was momentarily speechless.

——It's really no wonder that he is "ignorant".It is really the name of Qianhuan Tinder Flower, it is too resounding.

The population that has been hiding from the world for thousands of years is now sticking to a human race like a small sticky cake, running around the city.In the past, the rare and exquisite flowers were offered as pre-dinner decorations.

Mr. Zhao tried his best to recall the considerate actions of his little cubs.After finding that he couldn't count one, two, three with his fingers, he had deep doubts about his identity.

Is he a foreign spirit master, or is this young man who is less than [-] years old and has negligible cultivation?

The author has something to say: Murong Mingxi, who was spoiled by exotic plants and spirit beasts since childhood: [Dazed] [Strange] [Is this not common? ]

Alien Plant Spirit Beast: Xixi we raised! [Proud Chest.JPG]