Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

"But why is it so expensive?" Weiwei still asked puzzled.

"What's so expensive about it? It's been this price for so many years. Ask yourself, have you worked hard enough?"

"You!!!" Vivi was almost defeated by what she said, luckily she controlled herself, otherwise she would have changed into a dragon to teach him a lesson. Well, he would have been scared to death. The dragon form of those with the bloodline of the Demon King is different from others. If nothing unexpected happens, he will know that he cannot afford to offend this little loli.

"What do you mean? It's been the price for so many years," he continued.

Weiwei was also helpless.

Zengjun stopped Weiwei with his left hand, took out ten tickets, and handed them to the ticket seller. "We'll buy them. One thousand gold. You count them."

The ticket seller took the money handed to him by the gift.

Weiwei was also upset when she saw this, "I have to pay to go back to my own home"

The ticket seller took the money, put it in his pocket, touched his chin, and said, "Not enough."

Zengjun was very confused. Zengjun was also sure that he had given enough. "Isn't it one thousand gold? Where can I get one thousand gold?"

"What do you mean one thousand? That was the price just now. It's three thousand now. If you want to buy, buy it. If not, get out of here." He said with a grin, determining that these mortals would not have any way to deal with him.

Zeng Jun smiled and said, "It is people like you who give the demon race a bad reputation."

"So what? I don't care. Also, if you don't have three thousand, get out of here. Otherwise, even if I call the guards over, three thousand won't be able to save you." He pointed at the guards not far away, and whispered, "The guards here are not something you mortals can handle. Be smart."

Bushue pulled Zengjun's clothes from behind, as if to tell him not to cause trouble.

"Are we going to break in by force?" Bushue asked Zengjun in a low voice.

Zeng Jun hesitated for a while, "Three thousand is indeed not a lot for me, but his attitude is really annoying." Zeng Jun sighed, "Huh~ calm down, this is a kind of practice, practice."

Seeing that Zeng Jun, the leader, did not respond, he urged, "Hurry up, the people behind are still waiting."

"That's right, hurry up," several people behind urged and cursed.

Zeng Jun listened to this ironic scene and said, "He treats the guests like this, and you are still willing to endure it. Where is your blood?" Zeng Jun turned around and asked those who were urging him.

"Who cares? Today's discount, only 143 per person. Normally it's 145 per person. Hurry up," one of the guys at the back said, taking the lead. They didn't care about these things, they just thought that if they didn't take advantage of this bargain, they would be at a loss.

Zeng Jun shook his head and sneered, "Haha, you guys who trample your dignity and self-esteem on the ground, you don't even understand why you are being bullied? You have no blood, you deserve to be oppressed."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Can you please hurry up?" It was obvious that he didn't care and was just angry about wasting another minute.

"So, you are willing to let him control you?" Zeng Jun asked those people, still holding on to the last glimmer of hope.

"Are you sick? You keep saying weird things. If you don't want to buy something, don't block my way."

“You’re wasting everyone’s time.”

"How is it? Have you thought it through? Guys," the ticket seller asked mockingly, "a discount of two gold coins may mean nothing to you, but for those who will suffer a loss if they don't take advantage, it means their life." He spoke very loudly, even intentionally letting the people in the back row hear.

However, no one left because of this sentence.

Zengjun looked at this sad scene and couldn't help but recall a time when he was free and easy, when he turned around and walked away in the face of injustice.

"What's going on? Have you made a decision? Leave or pay?" the ticket seller asked Zengjun with a few mocking words, obviously he had never met anyone who disappointed him.

"Do you really want to know my answer?" Zeng Jun stopped everyone and questioned the ticket seller.

"Of course, you won't let me down. I bet you will suffer this loss." He smiled again and said, this loss? What does it mean? It means that you lose one thousand when you leave and two thousand when you buy a ticket. For him, it is a profit anyway.

"The extra two thousand, are you going to put it in your pocket, right?" Zengjun asked, looking at the amount of money sticking out of his pocket.

"So what? Can you ..."

Before he could finish his words, Zeng Jun had already punched him in the chest.

The ticket seller was hit and flew back several meters and rolled to the ground.

Zengjun looked at him in such a state of embarrassment, "You should be thankful that I held back."

"Guards! Guards!" He shouted towards the guard post, ready to send someone to give Zeng Jun a hard time.

When the guards heard the call, four of them came over. They all transformed into dragons and walked towards Zengjun. They didn't care who was right or wrong, they just wanted to stand on the side they knew.

Zengjun looked at the four guards walking towards him and also got ready.

Mo Wan and his companions were also prepared to have a big fight with the guards.

"Enough!" A voice came from afar.

Songjun listened to the voice, "This is Guiguan's voice"

Sure enough, a dragon appeared after a while. Unlike the guards, its wings were bigger and it had dragon horns, while the guards only had horns sticking out of their heads. Apparently, horns were a symbol of status.

The laurel wreath flew to the city gate and transformed into a human form as it walked towards this side.

The four guards transformed back into human form and waited for Laurel's arrival.

Guiguan narrowed his eyes and looked at Zengjun. He recognized Zengjun at a glance and his eyes also caught sight of Weiwei.

Weiwei also saw Guiguan, and quickly held Zengjun's hand tightly, hoping that Guiguan would not recognize her. After all, Weiwei still thought that she had escaped secretly, and now, Guiguan and Guipu were looking for her. "If my father comes back and I'm not here, they will definitely be held accountable."

Zengjun also understood what Weiwei was worried about, "I understand that you are afraid that he would recognize you, but have you ever thought about the possibility that he would recognize me..."

Zengjun's meaning is also very clear. By the method of elimination, we can know that Weiwei is the little kid next to Zengjun. Without the method of elimination, Guiguan can also recognize Weiwei at a glance. After all, he didn't stay here for more than a hundred years in vain.

Mo Wan breathed a sigh of relief, "Look at this newcomer, he is a person who can distinguish right from wrong," Mo Wan told Zeng Jun his opinion.

Zengjun also nodded, "Yeah, I think so too."

Nata was stunned. "I just joined the team and I have to meet so many people. I'm so socially anxious."

Yusou continued to slack off, secretly learning Zengjun's thinking, learning what to do in this situation, and then applying it to himself.

Bushe didn't feel anything special. It was just that a new person had come, and it was not known whether he was good or bad.

As for Manli, "This guy is also very handsome, but it's a pity that he is from the demon tribe. Will he be an enemy in the future?"