The little demon king of the demon hunter

The rest of my life.You should go to the most important person first.

"Xiaocui, take the good things, let's go to Liushang Pavilion."

Liushang Pavilion is the most romantic place in Anqing City, also known as the Spring Tower.

Who would have imagined that the highest administrative officer in a majestic city, the eldest daughter of the prefect, and the person she loves the most are actually the woman from that romantic land.

After Lin Jiu'an left, Yixian put the little boy into his arms, carried the Eight Immortals table with his free hands and walked back to the inn.Even though Yixian is a little girl, she has great strength, and it is easy to move the Eight Immortals table.

Yixian thought that having this order today would be enough, after all fortune-telling is something that is really destined to come, Yixian calculated that today she is here to wait until it gets dark and there will be no second order coming to her door If so, why would she bask in the sun again.

In the afternoon after Yixian left, a tall, strong, middle-aged man with a scar on his face came to the persimmon cake stand, and he was not a good person at first glance.

"Is this persimmon cake delicious?"

"It's delicious! It's delicious! Brother, try it. If it's not delicious, I don't want your money." Those who came to buy things were all gods, and the young vendor greeted him kindly.

"Well, that's fine, then I'll try it." Scarface said, reaching out to pick up the persimmon cake and getting up.

Put it in your mouth, with a distressed look on your face, "Why is it tasteless?" Dao Scar said, but ate the whole persimmon cake.

"Forget it, sir, let me try another one!" The scar-faced man reached out and grabbed another piece of persimmon cake and ate it before the young vendor opened his mouth.

The young vendor felt sorry for her persimmon cake, but didn't say anything.

"Master, why do I feel that your persimmon cake is a bit moldy?" said the man with the scar face in a displeased tone.

get mouldy!how could it be possible!

"Impossible brother! The persimmon cakes here are the best persimmon cakes in Anqing City! How could it be moldy?"

"Why don't you try it again, brother?" This is the first time for the young trader to encounter such a situation, and he didn't know that he was the one who found fault. He thought it was a problem with that piece of persimmon cake, so he could only let The man with the scarred face tasted it again.

"Okay, sir, I'll try it again. If you dare to fool me with moldy things, you know the consequences?" The man with the scar face is a person who has nothing to do, so it's okay to have nothing to do. Gambling, if you have some money, you have to go to the gambling house, and you can't finish it until you can't even find a copper coin.But whenever this time, the stomach should growl again!I don't even have money to eat.I happened to see that the red persimmon cakes at this stall looked delicious, so I tried this bad idea to try two pieces for nothing.But I didn't expect that the stall owner turned out to be such a soft persimmon.

The man with the scar face put the persimmon cake in his mouth and took a bite, then threw the remaining persimmon cake on the ground, "You fucking dare to take this moldy thing for a while!" Master." He looked fierce and wanted to smash the stall.

"This...it's impossible!" The young vendor was a little at a loss. His persimmon cakes were obviously the best in Anqing City, and they were very careful when they were stored in the sun, and they were well handled.It is still possible for one of the persimmon cakes to be moldy once in a while, but it is absolutely impossible for two persimmon cakes to be moldy one after another.The young trader quickly squatted down and picked up the persimmon cake that the man with the scar face dropped on the ground, wiped it, put it in his mouth and tasted it, it was not moldy at all!

The young trader immediately understood that this scarred face was here to find fault!

"You nonsense! My persimmon cakes are obviously not moldy!" The young vendor stood up and argued with Scarface.

"No? I see that you just don't admit it, sophistry!"

"My lord told you not to accept your debt. Look at my lord, I will teach you a lesson today!" As he spoke, he stretched out his foot and kicked the persimmon cake stand.

With a "bang bang", all the persimmon cakes in the cart were kicked to the ground.

"You!" The young merchant's eyes were red!This is what their family has been busy with for a year to make a living!I sold the money and plan to keep it for this winter.Just like that, he was kicked to the ground.Pressed into the sandy soil.This... How can this be sold!

None of the people in the surrounding shops and stalls were willing to help, for fear of offending someone or being retaliated afterwards.And some passers-by coming and going are just holding the mentality of watching the excitement.

"You can't go, please accompany me for the persimmon cake money!" Seeing that Scarface was about to leave, the young vendor hurried forward and grabbed Scarface's clothes. "Don't even think about leaving today if you don't accompany Qian! Let's go to the government to find the old man to make decisions!"

Go to the government!Scarface's original intention was to eat two persimmon cakes for nothing, and he didn't want to go to jail for eating them.

"Let go! Let go of your hands, do you hear me? Otherwise, I won't be polite!" Scarface said as he gestured to greet the young vendor.

"No! I won't let it go! You have to pay me the money today, otherwise how will our family live this winter!" The young trader said and hugged the scarred face even more tightly.

☆、Chapter 22

"I won't! I won't let you go unless you pay me the money! Otherwise, I'll sue you in the government!" The young trader said and hugged Scarface even more tightly.