Demon Lord became my apprentice

Cong Rong brought the little guy Yu Jian to a small town.The sky was getting dark, but the town was as lively as ever.The main street faces the water, and the small buildings are built along the water.Every ten steps, there is a deep narrow alley on the inside.Inside the alley, there was a lot of hustle and bustle, shouting and yelling, it was actually more lively than the main street.

Cong Rong turned into one of the narrow alleys with ease, and stopped in front of a shop that looked like a grocery store.

"Yo, Brother Rong is here!" Seeing Cong Rong from a distance, the little boss immediately greeted him.

This person was born with a baby face. In the early years, he followed his father to travel all over the world, and he has developed the ability to speak nonsense when he sees people.He is obviously two years older than Cong Rong, yet he wants to call Brother Cong Rong again and again.

"Uncle Long, go slowly, what do you need, come again next time!" Seeing someone buying something from the store and leaving, the little boss sees the needle and warmly sends the customer out.

"Brother Rong, who is this?" When Cong Rong came closer, the little boss saw the juicy little guy in his arms, "I haven't seen you for a while, you even gave birth to a child?!"

Cong Rong corrected with a blank face: "I picked it up."

"Picked it up? It looks really good-looking." Seeing the little guy staring at him with eyes as dark as the night sky, the little boss felt his heart was about to melt, "Little baby, tell me Brother, what's your name?"

Hearing this, Cong Rong remembered that she forgot to ask the child's name.

The little guy had a little baby fat on his face, and it felt quite comfortable to the touch. While teasing him, the little boss turned to look at Cong Rong, and asked, "Brother Rong, what's her name?"

Cong Rong said casually: "Cong Yi."

"Tao begets one, one begets two, two begets three, and three begets all things. What a good name!" The little boss can really boast with his eyes closed.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words were finished, the smiling little boss suddenly hissed and gasped exaggeratedly, "It hurts!"

Just now, without paying attention, the little guy opened his mouth and firmly bit the devil claw that was stroking his little face.

"Heh, he's still a bad temper!" The little boss pulled his finger out of the little guy's mouth with all his strength, and refused to admit defeat: "You want to bite someone without teeth! This is too much!"

The little boss suddenly thought of something, and reached out to pick up the baby.

Cong Rong raised his hand and hit the back of his hand with the hilt of his sword.The little boss withdrew his hand resentfully.

Cong Rong guessed his intention, and said bluntly: "Baby boy."

"This little brat is actually a boy?!" Upon hearing that it was a boy baby, the little boss turned his face with disgust: "Pick a beautiful girl, and when she grows up, she can be a wife. Picking a brat, besides opening more mouths to eat , What are you drawing?"

Cong Rong said solemnly: "Apprentice."

The little boss choked, and said with a dry smile: "You can be an ancestor, as long as you are happy."

After chatting for a while, the little boss turned his head and asked with a smile: "Brother Rong, what good things did you bring for me when you came today?"

Hearing this, Cong Rong's expression became weird.

The little boss was very good at observing words and expressions, and immediately shouted in disappointment: "No way! It's Zhu Yucao again?!"

Cong Rong didn't speak, and silently took Zhu Yucao out of the Qiankun bag.

Seeing a large pile of Zhu Yucao spread out in front of his eyes, even though the little boss was well-informed, he was still so shocked that he didn't speak for a long while.

"Brother Rong, you, you think I just teased your apprentice, and deliberately made fun of me, don't you?" The little boss immediately admitted, "I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."

Cong Rong said cheekily, "I'm not joking."

The little boss was taken aback, and his smile was uglier than crying, "Stop teasing, you gave me a pile of garbage, isn't it a joke?"

Cong Rong looked at him quietly, without saying a word.

The little boss finally realized that Cong Rong was not joking.He took a deep breath and tried to keep the smile on his face all year round, "Zhu Yu Herb is the lowest level of elixir, the small amount of aura stored in the leaves can be made into sugar cube-sized particles, which is convenient to carry around to satisfy your hunger , has no other use. And the Zhu Yu Pill made of Zhu Yu Cao, in order to exert the effect of satisfying the hunger, it must be uprooted when the Zhu Yu Cao is the most green and tender, so as to minimize the loss of spiritual energy."

Speaking of this, the little boss looked at the pile of Zhu Yucao that was no different from garbage, "Look at these Zhu Yucao again, it's really horrible, where is there a trace of aura?"

What the little boss said is the truth, but these blessings are not useless, but the effect will be discounted.

Cong Rong said: "The price is up to you, these Zhu Yucao are more or less worth some money."

Cong Rong is not an amateur either, the little boss told him it was pointless, and directly quoted a price: "Twenty Wen."

twenty text...

If these wishing grasses are intact, they can sell for five hundred coins no matter what.

Seeing that Cong Rong didn't answer, the shrewd little boss immediately defended himself: "The money is really not much. But you also know that Zhu Yu Caoben is a small business that loses money and makes money. Even a small amount of money is not enough to spend that effort. It’s just me, Ji Ling, who doesn’t care about big money and small money, and I’m willing to take your business.”

Cong Rong is not good at bargaining with people, so he was easily blocked by the little boss with words.He stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the money."

The little boss immediately took out twenty copper coins from the bulging purse with a smile on his face, counted them one by one, and put them in Cong Rong's palm.

After taking the money, Cong Rong didn't wait for a second, turned around and left.

"Wait!" Seemingly feeling that Cong Rong has suffered a lot, the little boss who found out his conscience stopped Cong Rong, "For the sake of our acquaintance for many years, I will send you a message for nothing."

Cong Rong turned to look at him, quietly waiting for his next words.

The little boss said: "Recently, someone discovered the emperor ebony at the northern foot of Mang Mountain. The emperor ebony bears a fruit once every hundred years, and eating it can ward off evil. One can imagine how precious it is. Now, many immortal monks have set off to Mangshan, everyone is bound to win Diwuguo. If you can get Diwuguo, I guarantee that it will sell for enough money for you to squander it for three to five years. It will not be a problem! Grass strong?"

Cong Rong didn't respond, and strode away.

Looking at Cong Rong's looming back in the crowd, the little boss sighed softly, "It's not easy to go through this world, so why bother to embarrass yourself like this."

Out of the alley, Cong Rong came to the human race market, and bought a lot of leftover scraps and a large ball of cotton before closing the stall.

After returning home, Cong Rong stared at the little guy in his arms who hadn't eaten all day but was sleeping soundly at the moment, then glanced at the fish soup left in the pot, and murmured in a low voice, "Little brat, you are vicious."

After that, he turned around and took the food box to the shepherd Uncle Li's house in the west of the village, and bought two large bowls of goat milk with the remaining money.The twenty cents that I just got in the afternoon have not been warmed up yet, and once again there is nothing left.

After returning home, Cong Rong poured goat's milk into the pot and boiled it, the stove was filled with aroma, and the little guy woke up from the smell.

"The nose is really good." Cong Rong poured the boiled goat's milk into a bowl, and fed it to the little guy spoon by spoon.

This time, the little guy drank very fragrantly, and the bowl quickly bottomed out.

"Tsk, it's too edible." Cong Rong said with disgust.

When the little guy drank the goat's milk to his heart's content, Cong Rong threatened him while tidying up: "Speaking of which, it's a good thing to be able to resist like this. It's a good thing to miss a meal."

After eating and drinking enough, the little guy seems to be in a good mood, and he doesn't even want to pay attention to Cong Rong's useless nonsense.

It was already very late, Cong Rong simply washed the little guy and threw him on the bed.The little guy was wrapped in his own little quilt, sleeping soundly like mud.

Cong Rong rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the house for a long time before he dug out the dusty sewing basket from the corner.With a wave of Cong Rong's hand, the dust was immediately blown off without even a single bit of dust being lifted up.Seeing that the sewing basket was as clean as new, Cong Rong returned to the table and sat down.

The cloth he bought was basically the size of a palm. According to what Aunt Wang taught him, Cong Rong randomly picked out two pieces of cloth, one red and one green, and began to stitch them together.

Cong Rong was facing the candlelight, holding a needle in one hand and a thread in the other.The cotton thread was soft and frayed at the front, and it was too loose to fit. Cong Rong tried again and again, but couldn't get it in.

"Fuck, it's too difficult." Cong Rong had never done needlework, and just threading a needle by the candlelight had almost worn out all his patience.

Turning around, thinking that the little guy had urinated on the bed like a sea, Cong Rong took a deep breath depressed, picked up the needle and thread again, and with a lot of energy, unexpectedly passed through it all at once.

Cong Rong let out a long sigh of relief, and continued his efforts.

However, who would have thought that Cong Rong, who used a sword like a god, would now be defeated by a small needle.

All night, amidst Cong Rong's irritable and suppressed cursing, a colorful diaper was finally completed.Cong Rong threw down the diaper as if exasperated, looked at her ten fingers, which were pricked like a hornet's nest, and became more and more irritable.

Right here, Cong Rong suddenly heard a tiny sound like a trickle of water.

"Fuck, come again!" Reflexively, Cong Rong rushed to the side of the bed, picked up the little guy on the bed, and jumped out of the window.

By the moonlight, Cong Rong saw with her own eyes that the little guy's swaddling clothes were getting wet little by little like a rising tide.