Zongman: Being the leader in the wild world

Although they were going to a nearby town to buy it, even if it was nearby, it was still a long distance away from Laojun's spiritual space. Fortunately, Wang Mo and Luo Li didn't have to walk there, and of course they didn't have to fly, as flying over the city was prohibited.

Wang Mo and Luo Li used the teleportation magic weapon given by Laojun, which is much faster than flying.

Although he said he would buy whatever he had, Wang Mo still went out of his way to find what Laojun wanted.

"Master, we have strawberry cake!" Luo Li stood in front of the cake shop window, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Want to eat? Then go in and buy some. I'm not the same person I used to be. I have money now. I can buy you whatever Luo Li wants!" Wang Mo puffed out his chest proudly, looking as if asking for praise.

"Okay, now that we know you have money, let's go in!" Luo Li pulled Wang Mo into the cake shop without any hesitation.

Looking at the dazzling array of cakes in front of her, Luo Li was troubled as to which one to choose.

"Why don't we buy a bigger one so we can take it back and share it with everyone," Luo Li said.

"Okay, then let's buy a bigger one, eight inches or six inches? Or let's buy the eight-inch one. I should have asked Di Ting how many people were coming." Wang Mo said worriedly, holding his chin.

"How about calling and asking now? Does the master have a Diting phone number?"

"Ah, let me look for it." Wang Mo took out his phone and searched for it while saying, "We usually stay together, so we don't use the phone very often, but I remember I seem to have saved his phone number... Ah, I found it!"

Having said that, Wang Mo dialed the number and the call was quickly connected.

Wang Mo: "Hello, Di Ting, it's me!"

Listen carefully: "What is it?"

Wang Mo: "I heard that you are going to bring people to Lanxi Town. Can I ask how many people there are?"

Di Ting on the other side looked at the people around him, and his sight finally fell on the black cat. After a while, he said, "Three."

Wang Mo: "Three, plus Di Ting, that's four?"

Listen carefully: "Hmm."

Wang Mo: "In this case, including me, Luo Li and Lao Jun, there are seven of us. Well... let's also count the hawks and dogs at the door, so there are ten of us. Okay, I understand. I'll wait for you to come back tomorrow."

Listen carefully: "What are you doing?"

Wang Mo: "Hahaha, you'll know when Di Ting comes back tomorrow. I won't say any more. Bye."

After he finished speaking, Wang Mo hung up the phone neatly. Di Ting on the other end looked at his phone and fell into deep thought.

"Who's calling?" asked the black-haired boy with glasses next to Di Ting.

Hearing the young man's question, he was silent for a moment and then answered, "A friend."

Boy: "Do you have any friends?"

Listen carefully: "..."

Teenager: “Sorry, that’s not what I meant.”

.........

After hanging up the phone, Wang Mo decisively chose the ten-inch cake. Hearing that they would not be back until tomorrow, Wang Mo planned to come again tomorrow and take today's cake back, otherwise it would be stale by tomorrow.

"Please get me a four-inch strawberry cake, thank you." Wang Mo said, pointing to a pink strawberry cream cake.

"Okay." The clerk quickly packed the cake and handed it to Wang Mo, who then handed the cake to Luo Li.

"Master... Momo?" Luo Li looked at Wang Mo puzzledly.

Wang Mo smiled and said, "Tomorrow is tomorrow, today is today, and this strawberry cake belongs to Luo Li today."

Hearing this, Luo Li was stunned for a moment, and the corners of her mouth began to rise uncontrollably. She said, "Thank you, Master!"

She shouted happily, and the clerk next to her looked at her, as if he was looking at something strange.

It's the 21st century now, and slave-owning practices are no longer acceptable.