1800: C1800 I'm Going to the Xiao Family as a Guest

C1800 I'm Going to the Xiao Family as a Guest

"Yes!"

When Qin Wuyi heard this, he nodded his head repeatedly.

By paying some Flying Cakes, he could make friends with an aristocrat.

To him, this was simply a huge profit.

Therefore, how could Qin Wuyi not agree? Right now, he could not wait to be able to establish some connections with Ye Meng!

Qin Wuyi swiftly packed up all the Flying Cakes and handed them to Ye Meng.

Ye Meng did not stand on ceremony as he happily received the Flying Cakes!

After a while, he took a look and threw a bag of Flying Cakes to the commoner called Xiao Dalian!

This bag of Flying Cakes was more than one jin.

When the Xiao Dalian saw this, it was immediately stunned!

"M-Lord, this... this lowly one will not accept rewards without merit!"

"If I tell you to take it, then take it. Why do you have so much nonsense to say?"

When Ye Meng heard this, he curled his lips and said with a soft voice.

Qin Wuyi, who was standing at the side, also said indifferently.

"This is a reward from the Lord. Do you dare to refuse?"

When he heard this, the Xiao Dalian immediately did not dare to say anything else.

He looked at the Flying Cake in his hand, and his eyes could not help but tear up!

Coming out to buy Flying Cakes, he actually got to know a noble disciple, and was even rewarded with a full kilogram of Flying Cakes!

This made the Xiao Dalian feel like it was a dream.

"This baby is leaving!"

Ye Meng waved his wrist and stored the Flying Cakes into the System Space. Immediately, he waved his hand at Qin Wuyi and the Xiao Dalian.

Although Qin Wuyi really wanted to continue his relationship with Ye Meng, when he saw that Ye Meng was about to leave, he was naturally unwilling!

However, he did not dare to stop Ye Meng!

As for the Xiao Dalian, it was still in a daze.

Ye Meng turned around and slowly walked away!

A moment later, the Xiao Dalian came back to its senses!

He saw that Ye Meng had gone far away and quickly rushed over!

"This... this lord!"

Hearing the Xiao Dalian's voice, Ye Meng stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and looked at the Xiao Dalian in confusion.

"What's the matter?"0

"This lowly one would like to invite Sir..."

Hearing Ye Meng's question, the Xiao Dalian started to panic. It immediately stuttered and could not say anything!

He originally wanted to invite Ye Meng to his house as a guest, but now he remembered that Ye Meng was a noble. Why would he go to a civilian's house?

Hence, the words that the Xiao Dalian had already thought of could not be said!

However, after Ye Meng saw it, his heart suddenly came to a realization.

"You want to invite this baby as a guest, right?"

"Very good, very good. Let's go!"

Ye Meng was thinking of finding someone to understand the local customs and customs of Primordial Barbarian Continent. This Xiao Dalian was very honest and suitable!

When the Xiao Dalian heard this, it could not help but be stunned!

A noble disciple was actually so approachable. This made him not dare to believe it at all!

After being stunned for a long time, the Xiao Dalian finally recovered its senses.

Immediately, a look of wild joy appeared on his face, and even his voice trembled slightly!

"Yes, yes, yes, Sir! Please!"

The two of them leisurely walked out of the town. When Qin Wuyi saw this scene from afar, his heart was filled with envy!

...

Xiao Dalian's home was thirty miles away from the western outskirts of town.

There was a small village here.

Most of the people in the village had the surname Xiao.

Of course, these people were basically all civilians.

However, according to what the Xiao Dalian said, the ancestors of the Xiao Family seemed to have produced a great figure.

As for who this big shot was, the Xiao Dalian wasn't too sure.

When the Xiao Dalian brought Ye Meng back to Desolate Village, it was already close to dusk.

"Dad, you're back? Eh? Who is this child?"

A young man who was about 13 or 14 years old saw the Xiao Dalian and immediately cried out in surprise!

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