A country with luck, even in difficult times, people who have shown up to turn the tide will appear, and it is impossible to continue the country's destiny.

A dynasty with dissipated fortunes may suffer disasters at its peak, or a foolish king, a minister who takes power, a people who mess up the law, or a demon who harms the country.

"Sugar, sugar."

Zhu Dahai was holding a candle and feeding the chickens that seemed to have grown up a little. His movements were rude, which made the latter roll his eyes.

Fortunately, this little chick is a little stronger than before, otherwise she would not be able to withstand the ravages of Zhu Dahai, who is more powerful at this time.

With more than two years of guidance, Zhu Dahai, a natural owner of the "ancestral rebirth" bloodline, has also grown extremely fast.

Although his wisdom has not entered the realm of all things, his body is much stronger than before.

There are not many people in the same level who can compare with it in terms of simple power.

Today, Tianjiao City is extremely lively, so there are naturally even more vendors.

Those who buy and sell medicinal materials, elixirs, privately sell residual exercises, and sell the flesh of spirit beasts, spiritual rice, spiritual plants, and spiritual herbs, are all in one place.

An Qisheng has not been exposed to the fireworks for a long time. When he walks in it, he feels a different feeling in his heart.

The more a practitioner practices, the less a human taste becomes.

In fact, it is not that the human taste is weak, but that there is no longer the mood of the past. Even An Qisheng at this time, it is difficult to have the mood of the past.

Once upon a time, a child who could be happy for a long time with a bunch of candied haws was only in the past.

"Huh."

Just after walking through the eighth city area and coming to the ninth city area, An Qisheng's heart was moved.

His eyes moved slightly and fell on a stall on the corner of the road.

The stall is only the size of a dining table. The stall owner is an old man who is not very particular about dressing and looks a little sloppy.

The old man had a deep dark eye socket. At first glance, he seemed to have two big holes on his face, which was quite eye-catching.

From time to time, pedestrians stayed in front of the stall, but whenever they asked, they would leave cursingly.

An Qisheng glanced at the stall and there were hundreds of knives with different styles and materials, and their appearance was high and low.

Some are sharp and make people feel cold through the scabbard, while others don’t even have scabbards, and the blades are covered in rust.

At this time, a young man shook his head and left cursingly: "It's crazy to ask me for thirty Heavenly Ding Pills with a broken knife!"

"Oh, the young people nowadays have no patience at all."

The old man was a little fat, put his hands in his cuffs, shook his head repeatedly: "I don't have patience, and I can't even recognize the words?"

An Qisheng glanced at the side of the stall, where there was a small banner, with eight big words written on it:

Depending on the price, you can buy it by credit.

"Something."
Chapter completed!