My Aunt’s Grandma is Back

After Bai Qingfeng’s demonstration, everyone understood that the little paper men in the bag of Bai Qingfeng are the labor they need now.

"How many paper people do you have?" Wang Shuyue asked excitedly. Looking at the little paper figures at the feet of Bai Qingfeng, they were so cute, they couldn't help squatting behind them, trying to poke them.

But she didn't want to. When her fingertips were about to fall on two thin paper heads, the two paper men immediately turned their heads vigilantly, straightened their waists, and looked at her fiercely with their hips akimbo.

Wang Shuyue glanced suspiciously at these two, and from the corner of her eyes she caught a glimpse of Bai Qingfeng's successful smile, and suddenly realized that they were all controlled by Bai Qingfeng's thoughts.

"This is what I had to ask for from my ancestor. I was afraid that it would not be enough. I brought them all. There are more than 30,000. My ancestor has cut the baby for a lifetime. You can use it carefully. "

As Bai Qingfeng said, he threw the bag in the air, raised his eyebrows and looked at the circle of people around him. He took it to Zhanfeng with a grudge, and looked at him with a surprised expression. After reaching out to take it, he shook his hand. , Throw the bag into Okeqin's hands.

Okqin felt flattered, but soon couldn't help being proud, holding a handful of paper people, pretending to ask generously:

"Who wants to try?"

"嘁~" Zhanfeng turned around and left, not knowing if he had turned into anger from embarrassment.

"I want I want it!" Wang Shuyue stretched out her hand excitedly, and Okeqin generously gave her five little paper men.

"How do you control this stuff?" Wang Shuyue asked as she pondered.

Bai Qingfeng was about to speak, but saw the three provinces in white automatically leaned forward, raised his eyebrows, did not speak again, turned to the fool of Okeqin, and taught him how to make the little paper man work with an impatient look.

The unattended Long Ruoxuan and Ai Qing looked at each other, the little girl looked gloomy, if it weren't for the little paper man who was alive, she must have torn the black paper man.

In that compartment, Wang Shuyue had already mastered the little paper man under the guidance of the three provinces. In this compartment, Bai Qingfeng seemed to notice Ai Qing and left Okeqin to walk over to guide the two.

Two minutes later, the empty space was full of small black paper people, all over the sky, screaming in excitement, and stunned Li Xianzhi and the others who were working.

Is this what Bai Qingfeng thought of?

Why is it so evil!

There are so many little paper people that make your scalp numb, but what shocks Li Xianzhi and others is that the momentum formed by the little paper people together makes them shiver.

"Bai Qingfeng, other people's family has thrown beans into soldiers, and your ancestor's paper-throwers have become soldiers. It's so powerful. If this is used to encircle the Golden Core monks, I am afraid that the other party will have nothing to do." Wang Shuyue exclaimed.

What kind of paper man is this, this is a super legion!

"I would like to call your ancestor the first person to cut paper in China." Wang Shuyue teased.

However, Bai Qingfeng was uncommonly modest, waved his hand to retract the paper man army, and said with a smile: "It's not that powerful. If your master clears a person at the level of existence, you can break a thousand army with one move. These paper men are right. It's just a gadget for the high-ranking monks."

After speaking, together with Okeqin, holding a bag full of small paper men, they walked towards Li Xianzhi and the others, and began to arrange manpower to come.

Wang Shuyue was stunned for a while, and saw that Bai Qing's wind was very tight, and she gave up the idea of ​​inquiring.

She turned around and returned to the post that belonged to her, but she didn't expect the Three Provinces to follow her.

The two stopped at the administration building, Wang Shuyue looked at him in confusion, and the three provinces spoke first, sighing:

"I never thought that Bai Qingfeng was actually a descendant of the Wu Clan in Southern Xinjiang. Grandpa thought that the Wu Clan had completely declined as early as five hundred years ago."

This is a huge amount of information. Wang Shuyue pointed to the lounge next to her. When the two came to the lounge, Wang Shuyue poured a drink for herself and the three provinces.

The three provinces took a sip, and then continued: "The Southern Xinjiang Wu Clan is good at refining puppets. Those little paper people are not simple gadgets. I am afraid that Bai Qingfeng really stole the treasures of her town clan this time. NS."

It turned out that it was stolen, and Wang Shuyue couldn't help being a little worried.

Sanshen said with a smile: "Since it was stolen, we will use it and then return it, so as not to waste Bai Qingfeng's mind."

Wang Shuyue took the water cup and looked at the handsome young man who smiled like a fox in front of him, and suddenly felt that she had too much of him that she didn't know.

But this discovery only excites her, not annoying.

......

With the existence of the little paper man, within two months, the contents of Long Ruoxuan's newly produced planning map were all finished.

Dongfang Shenlong Village, which Wang Shuyue and others have been talking about, finally revealed the side of Shenlong.

Looking at this small city with flashing lights, the person who came to check the progress of the work finally nodded in satisfaction.

He pointed to the spare seats in the laps next to the playing field, and asked curiously: "What are you going to do with so many more seats?"

He also meant to listen to what he said, and wanted to see how Wang Shuyue and the others got back to their roots.

Wang Shuyue smiled mysteriously, not to say, just to remind: "Master, we signed the contract."

Her face sank, her thin lips pursed, and she was a little depressed by picking up a rock and hitting her in the foot.

But since he refused to say it, then he just watched what tricks they were going to do.

In this way, after another round in Shenlong Village, the Qing dynasty was satisfied with their hands on their backs, Yu Jian returned to the sect, and ordered the senior disciple Liu Fengmian to remove the backup plan that Wang Shuyue had secretly prepared to undertake in Yunhezong. .

As soon as Master left, Wang Shuyue started selling tickets here.

What kind of tickets are you selling?

Of course the tickets to watch the tournament!

A vote of five thousand lower-grade spirit stones is a reasonable price obtained by the Shenlong Village project team after rigorous calculations.

In addition to the free viewing tickets for each sect, there are 20,000 extra tickets.

Although the cost of building the stadium was increased because of the 20,000 seats, now, as soon as the ticket price comes out, everyone feels it is worth it.

However, this ticket was not released all at once.

As a businessman, Wang Shuyue felt that he had to maximize the value of this batch of votes in order to show his ability.

So, she released 5,000 of the first batch of tickets.

Not many people came to buy the tickets, they were sparsely sold for five days before they were sold out.

Sitting in the main hall, Qingyi listened to the ticket sales from the big disciple Liu Fengmian once a day.

I heard that Wang Shuyue had sold five thousand tickets for five days. On the last day, after the exchange students bought out the remaining tickets, they frowned and began to worry about whether his little apprentice would lose money.

As a master, it is impossible for Qingyi to watch his apprentice get into his private room to do the sect affairs. He has already made plans. If Wang Shuyue can't recover the cost, he will privately subsidize her after the competition is over.

In order not to go out in the future even the spirit stone can not be taken out, and lose his face.

At this moment, Wang Shuyue, who had her own calculations in her heart, didn't know what Master thought.

Just when the disciples of the major sects couldn't understand what Yunhezong's exchange students were doing, Hao Lei, with his keenness from a merchant's family, felt something was wrong.

And this was not right. It started when she heard the news that the tickets for the tournament seemed to be sold out when she was outside the door of Duobao Pavilion at the foot of the mountain.

Two more days later, I don't know where it came from, saying that the tickets for the game had been sold out.

Immediately afterwards, some people began to collect tickets at the price of 5,200 low-grade spirit stones.

The news was like the wind, which swept all major cities in Kyushu.

In the beginning, the person who had the ticket in his hand just bought the ticket with the intention of joining in the excitement.

For some casual cultivators, they couldn't help their hearts immediately, and sold the tickets in their hands at the price of five thousand five hundred low-grade spirit stones.

However, just two days after the ticket was sold, the tickets suddenly became popular, and there were people who were willing to buy tickets at a price higher than the original price.

The first group of people who tasted the sweetness couldn't help but become alive, and began to squat at the ticket shop in Shenlong Village, wanting to see if they could buy the original ticket.

Fortunately, perhaps because of too much demand, Shenlong Village released another batch of tickets, but the price has changed from 5,000 at the beginning to 5,000 Lingshi.

But even so, the purchasers still queued up before dawn.

As soon as the window of the ticket office opened, all tickets were sold out in less than ten minutes.

There were many people who couldn't buy tickets, and there was the grumpy monk who almost smashed the temporary ticket office.

Once a thing is given its value, it can make people crazy.

Another wave of limelight has come out. Some people say that this ticket is worth it, because it can not only enter the Shenlong Village to watch the martial arts competition, but also a discount card that can be consumed in Shenlong Village.

The monks who hold the tickets will spend 30% off in the stores in Shenlong Village.

Thinking of the easy-to-wear sneakers in Shenlong Village, comfortable and sturdy soft clothing, and various products that are easy to live or practice, the monks who did not buy tickets simply broke their thighs.

There was someone with plenty of money, and suddenly felt that these five thousand five hundred tickets were so cheap as if they were given away for nothing.

As a result, the fare has gone up again, five hundred six, five hundred and eight, six thousand...in just half a month, it reached an astonishing number, one piece of 20,000 spiritual stones!

Seeing the big sister Baili Tutu proudly passing by her with dozens of tickets purchased at a high price, Hao Lei's eyes suddenly widened.

Suddenly, she felt that this mysterious and high-cold master sister was a lively high-level picking of leeks.

"Big, big sister!" After thinking about it, thinking about the little fellowship, Hao Lei stopped Baili Tutu.

The other party turned around indifferently, raised his chin and looked at her, looking high up, looking like a mortal unworthy, disdain to ask:

"What's the matter?"

Hao Lei looked at the tickets in her hand, and tentatively asked: "Sister Master has so many tickets... I heard that the original tickets have been sold out now, I don’t know where the Master Master came from..."

"What's the matter with you!" Before Hao Lei finished speaking, Baili Tutu sneered and interrupted her temptation. Black eyes glanced at her up and down, and turned away indifferently.

Hao Lei was slightly angry, and shouted at the arrogant back: "Be careful to take the game from a high position, and I have won Wang Shuyue's trick!"

The figure in front paused slightly, but after a while, he continued to move forward, disappearing into Hao Lei's sight in the blink of an eye.

"What is it? I really use myself as a dish? If I don't want to make Wang Shuyue cheaper, I don't even bother to say it!" Hao Lei snorted, turned and left.

Since no one listens to good things, then she will see how many people will jump off the cliff on the main peak rooftop tomorrow.

The ticket for the Shenlong Village Tournament Tournament is like the stock market that has lost control. You think the point is high enough, and as a result, a mountain is even higher than a mountain.

In just three days, under the greed of the people, the price of a ticket was fired to 50,000 Lingshi.

Seeing Baili Tutu arrogantly came to find himself and showed off the dozen or so tickets that are now worth nearly a million spiritual stones, Hao Lei was really dumbfounded.

Did she think wrong?

Does Wang Shuyue have no conspiracy?

"Junior Sister Hao, how? But she got her trick?" Baili Tutu said coldly, "If Wang Shuyue had such an ability, I would be the first Baili Tutu not to believe in such a crazy phenomenon, how could she alone? Left and right?"

In this regard, Hao Lei was speechless, because now that facts speak louder than words, she herself began to doubt her conjecture.

However, Baili Tutu really underestimated Wang Shuyue's trader.

You know, Wang Shuyue is not just a person, there are other exchange students behind her, and those people are not simple characters.

"Let's take a look." In the end, Hao Lei replied nonchalantly.

Seeing Baili Tutu's eyes, it was she who was blocked by reality and forced her to save her.

"Then let's wait and see, there is still going to be a rise. The only person who persists to the end is the winner."

Do it well, if you have the ability, don't do it now, just keep it in your hand! Hao Lei cursed like this in her heart.

Her thoughts spread from her eyes to Baili Tutu, who smiled contemptuously and went down the mountain.

She will wait two more days, and when the time comes, she will take action immediately.

At the current price, she can already earn more than twice, and no matter how much, she doesn't want to wait. It's better to shoot early, after all, it's not a few days before the tournament begins.

With a bit of pride, Baili Tutu went down the mountain.

Of course, it was completely different from the enthusiasm she had imagined. As soon as she stepped into Tianyong City, she was in despair.

Someone hugged their heads and squatted in the corner and wept bitterly. He shredded the ticket in his hand and was so shocked that Baili Tutu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

A ticket worth 50,000 Lingshi, how does this make it?

"It collapsed..." A wealthy businessman in messy clothes smiled miserably when he saw Baili Tutu who was at a loss, "Here to sell tickets?"

Baili Tutu nodded cautiously, the wealthy businessman immediately looked at her with sympathetic eyes, and asked in a trembling voice: "How many, how many?"

Baili Tutu didn't answer, his eyes narrowed, the merchant's intuition made her guess her condition at once, and he shook his head and sighed:

"It's worthless. I woke up and fell from 50,000 to 40,000. Everyone saw that the posture was wrong, and they were busy trying to make a move, but no one bought a ticket anymore. This is fine, but I don’t want to. No one wants 10,000 copies..."

"Now, it has fallen to four thousand spiritual stones. Looking at this posture, today the sun has not yet set, and this ticket for the game has become a piece of waste paper...God will kill me!"

Like my aunt and grandma, she has come back to cultivate immortals, please collect them: () My aunt and grandma come back to cultivate immortals, and the update speed is the fastest.