In the backyard of the restaurant. "The first time I used the seventy-two changes, it felt quite amazing." Classmate Xiao Li stretched out his fists and kicked his legs, and his voice deepened when he spoke, a bit like his bubbly voice that he deliberately lowered. He took out a bronze mirror and took a look. At this moment, he had scales on his cheeks and horns on his head. Astonishingly, it was the Mingjiao transformed into a human form. Behind him, there was a faint shadow of a dragon. Thoughts moved slightly. He suddenly felt that his body was stretched, as if there were clouds and mist around him, his palms turned into dragon claws, and the fluff on his lips turned into long whiskers. This change was very fast. Fortunately, Li Mo moved quickly and quickly pulled Princess Jiang away. Do take off your winter coat. He became a four-foot-long singing dragon.
"My strength has become stronger...it seems I can also control water vapor..." "Oh my god, monster!" Murong Xiao's fingers were trembling, and his face was filled with shock. Li Mo: "..." Dude, do you want to look in the mirror first? "I understand, I understand." Murong Xiao pondered for a moment, his eyes full of wisdom. "What did you realize?" "It turns out that Brother Li and I are family members, so he was able to recognize me when we were in Shenfeng Cave!" Murong Xiao came closer and looked at it with admiration. Although he has the blood of Mingjiao, he cannot completely transform into a dragon body. This is the first time he has met his real family. Take a look, these scales, these claws, these majestic horns, these speechless eyes... Absolutely right! For a moment, Murong Xiao looked at Li Mo with more and more affectionate eyes. "Brother Murong, I know you are very excited, but can you please stop touching me?" Little Li Mingjiao wanted to hold his forehead, but found that his claws were too short and he couldn't figure it out at all. It is said that although the number of claws of the dragon and the real dragon are different, they seem to be about the same length. What should they do if their backs are itchy? Li Mo wanted to cough lightly, but ended up snorting: "Let's get back to the topic, Brother Murong, this is just a transformation technique, not the real power of blood." Murong Xiao: "Huh?"
The cpu is about to burn out. Can the art of transformation become purer than him? Seeing the kind-hearted classmate Murong deep in thought, Li Mo breathed a sigh of relief. As expected of the magical power passed down by Brother Monkey, this art of change cannot be called a change at all, it is no different from the real thing. No wonder Princess Iron Fan can even admit her husband's mistakes... In this way, the trip to southern Xinjiang becomes more certain. "It's time to go..." "The shopkeeper...fuck you!" When Xu Xiaoer came to the backyard, he rolled his eyes and fainted. Li Mo sighed and had no choice but to restore his original body and release Yuehua. The moonlight was shining, and Xu Xiaoer just woke up slowly. He said anxiously: "Boss, I just saw a really big dragon." "You must be having a nightmare." "Really? I've never had that kind of dream..." "You forgot, you're crazy, it's not normal to have weird dreams." Li Mo patted his shoulder. The clear light shines. "That makes sense..." Xu Xiaoer became quiet and chose to trust his boss. He also promised the boss again and again that he would take good care of the restaurant during his absence. Who asked the boss to pay more? If you have money and even five insurances and one housing fund, who would have enough time to become a killer? "Don't worry, boss, I will leave the restaurant to you." "Well, if there are not enough manpower, you can go outside and recruit a few colleagues with business experience. I think the one who makes sugar water is good and can be considered as re-employed." "Okay! I will make the restaurant bigger and stronger and create greater glory!" "Not bad, very energetic." I've told you about the restaurant. Li Mo walked up to Murong Xiao and patted him to restart his brain:
"Brother Murong, we have to leave." "oh oh....." Neither of them had anything to pack, not even their bags. After Xu Xiaoer waved goodbye and was greeted by the entire street of re-employed killers, the two walked out of Yulong Street. On the road. "Hmm...Brother Li, what kind of martial arts are you doing? It's so magical." Murong Xiao finally accepted the fact that Li Mo was not his family, but he still couldn't help but be curious. Li Mo thought for a while: "Aren't there many martial arts that imitate birds and animals?" "Yes, that type of martial arts is called pictographic martial arts." Murong Xiao nodded. He has also come into contact with it, such as the White Crane Chuiyun Fist taught to him by Elder Hanhe. "Doesn't it mean that the more similar the imitation is, the more powerful it will be?" "Well, that's the truth." Murong Xiao nodded. "Just tell me whether I look like it or not." "" Murong Xiao felt that what Brother Li said made sense. But something seemed wrong. After thinking for a while, Murong Xiao decided to give up thinking. He looked at the streets around him and found that this was not a road out of the city, but a busier area than Yulong Street. "Brother Li, aren't we going to Southern Xinjiang?" "Of course, but the road to southern Xinjiang is far away, so we should be prepared." Li Mo looked towards the center of the street. There is a tall building there that stands out from the crowd, like bricks gilded with gold, reflecting the precious light in the sun, which is extremely dazzling. The hot-gilded plaque reads: 【Hengtong Trading Company】 There are many precious things in the system space, but not everything is available, and it is definitely not as comprehensive as the business. And the elixir and natural treasures for tempering the body are not enough. It is necessary to scan the goods first. "Brother Li?" As soon as he entered the business, the teller at the counter spoke.
Li Mo looked and saw a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard, who was timid and submissive. He didn't remember knowing this person, but he felt that his voice was a little familiar. "Brother, are you..." "I am Huang Donglai." The middle-aged man adjusted the beard on his lips and said in a low voice. "Brother Huang has many identities..." Li Mo laughed dumbly and asked: "The last time I saw you, you were still a herbalist. How come you are now a teller at Hengtong Commercial Bank?" "It's mainly because I'm short of money..." Huang Donglai smiled shyly: "The cost of food, clothing, housing and transportation in Yunzhou is too high, and I also want to purchase a batch of medicinal materials for practicing." "Hengtong Commercial Bank not only has considerable salaries, but also has internal prices for employees... It's just that they are often scolded by the manager, just bear with it." Li Mo: "...." No wonder you have to disguise your identity. Hengtong Commercial Bank can't even find people who ran away with buckets. "Brother Li, do you want to buy something? I'm familiar with this." "Well, I'm going to southern Xinjiang, I don't know what kind of preparations I need to make?" Li Mo thought it would be reliable to ask Huang Donglai about this matter. As expected. Huang Donglai smiled confidently: "Brother Li, you have finally asked the right person. My hometown is in southern Xinjiang." "I wonder how much money Brother Li plans to spend on various items? It is better to prepare more comprehensively for a long journey." "I have a deposit slip at Hengtong Commercial Bank. Spend the money on it." "Okay... eh?!" Huang Donglai nodded, and after taking the deposit slip, he was shocked. Hiss... The tellers at Hengtong Commercial Bank receive commissions. It seems that he can run away in advance. As everyone knows, he is a very low-key person. But now he wants the butler to make him a pot of tea.