Turn the villain into a sweetie

Huai Mo just felt ashamed at this moment.

Yu Bolan smiled, and was about to say something when the underside of the cloak moved suddenly, and then a small hairy head appeared.

"dad……"

Yu Bolan's eyes darkened, and he quickly stretched out a finger and pressed it down.

The dumpling didn't eat Yi Rong Dan, at this time, it still looks like a panda.

So iconic.

"What are you doing out here?" He said softly, "Stay well inside and don't move around."

"Hmm..." Tuanzi kicked his legs, although he didn't want to, but he still obediently did not move.

"Why did you bring him out?" Huai Mo asked after seeing all this.

"It's not safe there," Yu Bolan patted the dumpling, his tone suddenly became serious, "Huai Mo, do you trust Yuan Liqi?"

Huai Mo shook his head: "I didn't intend to trust him, I stayed with him, I just wanted to make it easier for you to heal your injuries."

"That's it." Yu Bolan pulled the cloak and smiled, "So, I have no plan to go back when I come out this time."

Huai Mo was stunned for a moment, without any objection, he just said: "But you didn't tell me beforehand."

The tone was very flat, as if he just complained slightly, then paused, and then said: "Then where do we live?"

"Hiss, where do you usually live when I'm not around?" Yu Bolan asked.

Huai Mo thought for a while, then shook his head: "I haven't thought about it."

"What do you mean, haven't you considered it?" Yu Bolan turned his head and looked at him.

"It's a very lucky thing to be able to survive," Huai Mo lowered his head, "As for the cave where I live and the canopy, I have never paid attention to such things."

Yu Bolan twitched the corner of his mouth: "You are really easy to support."

He sighed, and then explained: "I plan to buy a mansion first."

"All good," Huai Mo nodded, "Listen to you."

Yu Bolan blinked: "So good?" Then said: "I'm discussing with you."

"Noisy," Huai Mo frowned impatiently, "If I say listen to you, I will listen to you. Didn't you say that you want to take me to eat, drink and have fun? How can there be so much nonsense!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Yu Bolan hurriedly smoothed his hair, smiling all over his face, "It's all my fault."

He now has the appearance of a bad old man, and with such a smile, at first glance, he looks like a bad grandpa who abducts children.

Huai Mo snorted coldly, turned his head away, he didn't want to see him so stupid.

After a while, he asked again: "What about Yalin?"

"Yu Lin?" Yu Bolan was puzzled, "What happened to Ya Lin?"

"She's still at Yuan Liqi's place," Huai Mo replied, "Leave her alone?"

"You... care about her very much?" Yu Bolan frowned, staring at him, and asked.

Huai Mo shook his head, but did not speak.

The hands under the cuffs clenched slightly.

He didn't know what happened to him either.

He didn't want to let Yalin follow them.

"Leave her alone," Huai Mo finally said, "Let's go our way."

"If she wants to follow, she will naturally find us," Yu Bolan stopped, not paying attention to the matter, and changed the topic, "Okay, we are here."

Huai Mo also stopped, looked up at the building in front of him, and frowned: "Tianxin Pavilion? What are you doing here?"

After many days, even though Haicheng has undergone earth-shaking changes, Tianxin Pavilion, the most prosperous commercial center in Haicheng, now seems to have not received any impact at all, and it is as luxurious as when it came before.

Huai Mo doesn't like this place very much. Some of his not-so-good memories are stored here.

But he didn't show it.

"If I remember correctly, the first floor of Tianxin Pavilion is a place for free trade," Yu Bolan looked at the building in front of him, and stroked his beard. "There should be a place for selling herbs on the first floor."

"Herbs? What do you want this for?"

"I'll make a little magic trick for you," Yu Bolan turned around and smiled at Huai Mo, "You'll know in a while."

"Play a play with me," he said again, and stretched out his hand to Huai Mo, "This way, you support me."

"Why?" Huai Mo looked at his hands and asked with some disgust.

"Let me play a little game with you," Yu Bolan said softly, with a playful flash in his eyes, "It's called, pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger."

Huai Mo looked at him for a while, then reluctantly stretched out his hand, and reluctantly supported him: "Boring."

He didn't understand, where did Yu Bolan come up with so many strange ideas.

"Go," Yu Bolan bent his waist and lifted his feet, "let's go in."

The first floor of Tianxin Pavilion is a place for free trade. There is no identity restriction, and anyone can come in and out freely. Among them, there are many residents of the lower city who are plainly dressed, similar to the previous boss of the medicine shop, who come to buy goods.

In this way, even if the two of them looked ordinary, not many people paid attention to them.

The air inside was very noisy, like the vegetable market in Yu Bolan's place, he first identified the direction, and then walked over;

If he remembered correctly, there is only one raw material for refining Huiyuan Pill, and that is Huiyuan grass, which is sold in general medicine shops.

Just as Yu Bolan was trying to find medicinal materials in a group of shops, he suddenly saw a figure that was quite familiar.

It was the owner of the medicine shop I met in the lower city that day.

The boss was wearing a coarse sackcloth, humbly carrying a pile of Huiyuan grass, and placed them on a table. Across the table, a well-dressed vendor was sitting, counting the spirit stones with his head down, with an arrogant look on his face.

In Uptown, even a small peddler is above everyone else.

"What's wrong?" Seeing him stop, Huai Mo asked.

"I found the target," Yu Bolan winked at Huai Mo, "Let's go and have a look."

The peddler was taking stock of yesterday's income, and the hillbilly in the lower city was busy here, which made him a little upset.

If you ask him, those lowly monks in the lower city should not come to the upper city, and the owner of the Tianxin Pavilion insists on "free trade", there are so many things.

The boss was struggling to move the medicinal herbs. He accidentally fell forward and hit the table in front of the vendor. The vendor's face changed, and he was about to yell loudly, but suddenly his eyes darkened. He raised his head and saw standing in front of him. Two people.

One is an old man with white beard and white eyebrows wearing a cloak, and the other is an ordinary-looking young man.

The peddler looked at the clothes of the two of them, and they didn't look like people from the upper city.

After all, the aborigines in the upper city were highly cultivated and would not have such an old face.

"What do you want?" the merchant asked gruffly.

Looking at his appearance, Yu Bolan didn't speak, but pointed to the pile of medicinal herbs in front of him.

"Want to return primordial grass?" The vendor glanced at him, "If you don't want to sell it, it's a medicinal material for those alchemists."

Yu Bolan stroked his beard, pretended to be cold and put the storage bag up, and said in a low voice, "I want all of these."

"What did you say?" the vendor widened his eyes, "I told you, I won't sell it."

"That... that," the boss interjected tremblingly, "Guests, I still have some Huiyuancao here, do you want it?"

"What are you talking about?" The peddler slapped the fan together, and directly fanned the boss out, then looked at the two of them, raised his chin, "Where did you come from, where do you go, you bastard."

Yu Bolan pursed his lips slightly, opened the storage bag, and was about to start his performance, but saw the vendor suddenly stopped talking, and his body began to tremble violently, like a chicken being strangled, stepping back step by step .

Yu Bolan paused for taking out the money, and was stunned for two seconds, then he seemed to realize something, and turned his head slowly, and sure enough, he saw Huai Mo's eyes darkened, looking at the vendor with an unkind expression.

"What did you do?" He smiled and asked in a low voice.

"Using a little spiritual coercion," Huai Mo explained with lowered eyes, "It is the simplest and rudest way to deal with this kind of person."

"But...why, I can't feel it?" Yu Bolan tried hard to feel it.

"Stupid," Huai Mo didn't look at him, "I avoided you."

Yu Bolan hooked his lips: "I'm planning to play with him."

"What do you mean?" Huai Mo frowned, "I'm nosy?"

"No, no," Yu Bolan hurriedly smoothed his hair, "You helped me a lot."

"So the last time we came to Tianxin Pavilion, no one stopped us, and it was because you used spiritual power to coerce?" Yu Bolan suddenly thought of something.

"Otherwise?" Huai Mo squinted at him.

"So, at that time, your coercion also avoided me?" Yu Bolan said softly, with a joyful voice, "Since then, you have been worried about me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Huai Mo didn't want to pay attention to him, "Just do whatever you need to do."

After finishing speaking, he muttered again: "Without me, I would be bullied..."

Yu Bolan pretended not to hear.

It seems that the little face-slapping script he has worked so hard to prepare should be useless.

His fun is gone...

The vendor owner was looking at the two people in front of him who were ignoring him in horror.

Just now, he didn't feel the spiritual power from the two of them, so he dared to insult him. Who would have thought that the young man who didn't look at him would have such a strong spiritual pressure.

He hit the iron plate.

He repeatedly begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, two adults, just a little disrespectful."

The happiness is gone, and Yu Bolan didn't intend to talk nonsense with him, so he took out 300 spirit stones: "I want 300 spirit stones of Huiyuancao, wrap it up."

The vendors kept responding.

Huai Mo glanced at Yu Bolan, the meaning in his eyes was unclear.

The vendor counted the medicinal herbs. 300 spirit stones are not a small amount of medicinal herbs, so the vendor gave them a storage bag to hold these medicinal herbs.

"My lord, this is just a small thought, I hope your lord will not remember the villain's fault..."

Yu Bolan glanced at him, didn't ask for his storage bag, but took out his spare storage bag, packed it, then glanced at the vendor, turned around and left.

Passing by the boss who looked like a dead fish on the ground, Yu Bolan took another look at him.

This boss... might be able to take advantage of it.

He thought about it.

After the two walked a certain distance, Huai Mo asked, "Why do you need so many Yuancao?"

Yu Bolan looked around and found that no one was paying attention to them, so he took out a handful of herbs, hid his hands in his cloak, and showed it to Huai Mo: "Here, watch me perform a little magic for you."

As he said that, Huai Mo watched helplessly as the herb in his hand condensed and shrunk, turning into a small pill on the left back.

During this process, there was no fluctuation of spiritual power.

"You..." Huai Mo was taken aback, and suddenly raised his head to look at him, "You know how to make alchemy?"