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Chapter 2990 4.590 There is something wrong with the Holy Son

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    How much of a foodie do you have to be able to pack so much food in your inner world!

    The little priest next to Lord Holy Son cautiously reminded him, "Sir, that paralyzed face is often sold at a black price"

    There is really no need for our family to spend so many spiritual coins on ridiculously expensive dishes!

    "Pfft." The two young masters of the Dou family couldn't help but chuckle.

    In fact, the two of them wanted to laugh from just now, but because they were concerned about the face of Holy Son Miyan, they had to endure it very hard!

    Lord Qiaoqiao had already eaten and drank enough at this time. He took the pot of fish soup from Duan Yue and held it for himself. Then he handed him a pair of clean chopsticks and a bowl of rice and motioned for him to eat.

    Hearing the inquiry from Lord Shengzi, his face was expressionless and he said, "One pot of two hundred thousand spirit coins. One pot of two hundred thousand spirit coins!"

    "Pfft, cough cough cough, cough." Before Qi Xuanxuan could spit out her mouthful of rice, she was hurriedly blocked by the fat man with sharp eyes and quick hands.

    "Don't slander Xuanxuan ancestors, don't sneer!" They will have to continue eating for a while, eldest sister.

    Miyan Holy Son's face was dark and dark. He held it in for a long time before he could say a word, "Your price is more expensive than the sky-high holy rice sold in Caidiexuan in Longyan City!"

    Qiao Mu looked up at him lightly, with a poor expression on his face, "If you can't afford it, why are you asking?"

    It¡¯s a waste of her saliva.

    Everyone:

    The little priest couldn't help but secretly remind Lord Shengzi, "Sir, in fact, we don't have to talk to Xiaofa."

    Is there something wrong with this holy son? He has to tease and talk to the paralyzed face, and every time the little girl is so angry that he feels stuffy in his chest and vomits blood. Isn't this a disease?

    "Pa" slapped the priest on the head, and the Holy Son said with a cold face, "Shut up."

    "Have a small bowl!" the Son said angrily.

    Everyone couldn¡¯t help but want to laugh.

    The small-faced man gave Lord Shengzi a bowl of fresh fish soup without any expression, and asked Lu Yu to pass it over.

    The Holy Son took a sip and immediately felt the difference.

    This fish soup feels like it is freshly cooked in a restaurant. You can taste the fresh fragrance and your tongue will melt after one sip.

    Compared to his half-tepid rice, this bowl of fresh fish soup is a bit hot!

    Lord Shengzi finished the bowl of fish soup and turned his face away and stopped talking.

    Broken Moon and the others took turns finishing their lunch, and finally stopped.

    Qiao Mu put all the dishes and chopsticks in and let the hard-working Qiuqiu wash them away.

    Lord Shengzi suddenly said with a cold face, "Are there any buns for sale?"

    "Pfft"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? The Holy Son isn¡¯t full!

    Lord Shengzi added, "The hot kind."

    "A bun costs five hundred spirit coins!"

    You should go into robbery, it is more suitable for you!

    Everyone complained in their hearts, and then heard Mr. Qin say, "Here are two."

    Looking back, he saw Qin Jiu looking at him with a pitiful expression. Mr. Qin choked and said hurriedly, "Come four!"

    "Six." Qin Er said lightly.

    Mr. Qin silently took out his money bag, took out three thousand spirit coins and handed them to Xiaomianpai, in exchange for six hot meat buns.

    With a paralyzed and expressionless face, he collected the money, took out a pot of spiritual tea from the inner world, and poured a cup each for Mo Lian and Duan Yue.

    Lord Shengzi, who was gnawing dryly on the meat buns, couldn't help but want to squirt at her, "I buy your buns, and you also want to buy me a cup of tea." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.  com
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