Transmigrating into the Villain’s White Rabbit Master

"My last name is Mo, and my name is Tubai. This is my brother." Mo Shulin said and looked at the fat rabbit.

Fat Rabbit was afraid that Mo Shulin would help him with a strange name, and snapped back: "Bai Ming. My name is Bai Ming."

When the rabbit demon spoke, Lan Qingming had a big jump.

It's not surprising that the rabbit demon has intelligence, but usually communicate in the language of the demon beast. Only those demon races who have taken the miracle medicine, or can transform into an adult, can speak out.

Regardless of whether it is in the Monster Race or the Continent of the Cultivator, the White Rabbit Monster is the bottom monster. It is not easy for the white rabbit demon to have the golden core cultivation base, but the fat rabbit demon in front of him can even speak out. This shock is like knowing that the poor student who failed every year actually won the first place in the Olympiad outside school. name.

Lan Qingming wanted to say something to express her surprise, but when the words reached her lips, she felt that nothing was right. More or less discriminatory.

"It's getting late, let's line up to enter the city first." Mo Shulin said timely.

"Yes. It will be noon before entering the city." Lan Qingming looked up at the sky, feeling that Mo Shulin was right.

The fat rabbit rubbed his stomach, "It's almost time for lunch."

After eating natural food for so many days, I can finally go to the big city to taste the craftsmanship from all over the world. Its stomach is already hungry and thirsty.

When Lan Qingming saw the fat rabbit who still needed to eat, he felt relieved. Only low-order species need to eat. Swordsman like him has already bigu and has no trouble eating.

"Brother Ming, we don't have so many spirit stones." Mo Shulin reminded him of Master's appetite.

Bai Yuming, a cultivator who crosses the catastrophe period, doesn't have the word full when he eats it. Only it does not want to eat.

"Then I will eat some mortal food. Make some money tomorrow and have a good meal." Fat rabbits are just greedy, not those monsters that need to rely on spiritual food for nutrition.

"No, no, I said to cover the expenses of the two of you these days, let me treat you." Lan Qingming remembered the promise he had made and hurriedly said.

He originally thought that the rabbit demon would eat the spirit beast pill, the food was only for the two of them. The food of Jin Dan stage monsters is not very expensive.

"Friends of Daoist don't need to be like this." Mo Shulin hurriedly refused, "This city of Baichuan is expensive. Daoists are willing to pay for our rooms for a few days. No matter how much, I feel ashamed."

Mo Shulin is not the kind of person who doesn't know good and bad. Instead of making each other unhappy for a little money, it is better to advance and retreat earlier. I always have a good relationship. I will meet again in the future, and I think of good impressions, and I don't worry about wearing small shoes.

Hearing that prices in Baichuan City were too expensive, Lan Qingming did not refuse.

He is only a casual cultivator, and saves some spiritual stones by frugality, and can't resist profligacy. Moreover, the Shangfang usually supplies hot water and food, so letting two of them live in the Shangfang is no more comfortable than worrying about the money.

"Thanks to both of you. Let's go in." With that, Lan Qingming walked towards the central door.

"Wait a minute." Mo Shulin hurriedly stopped Lan Qingming, "Does Fellow Daoist Lan have the idea of ​​joining the power?"

Lan Qingming looked at the city gate and then at Mo Shulin, as if he understood something, "Oh? Is there something to pay attention to?"

Mo Shulin explained: "Naturally. Entering the city with a high profile will inevitably attract the attention of the guards. Daoists are also casual cultivators and will be invited by then. Suppressing cultivators will enter from the right door, and occasionally there will be one or two when they can't take care of them ." It avoids trouble.

Seeing Lan Qingming's hesitation, Mo Shulin continued: "If Fellow Daoist Lan wants to secretly choose the power, the right door is more suitable, so that we can get more accurate information. If there is a choice in his heart, the middle door is more suitable. I can show my strengths."

Mo Shulin gave Lan Qingming a chance to choose, which was equivalent to giving a step, so as not to embarrass Lan Qingming.

Lan Qingming understood the meaning. The forces in the city recruit people, and even if they refuse, they must be given to the right side, otherwise it is easy to offend the entire force. He is also a casual cultivator. If he rejects a force, that force will worry that he will accept another force's solicitation and pursue it. In the end, each other was unhappy.

Lan Qing famously said: "It is reasonable. Then let's enter from the right door."

The two people lined up to the right door.

In the front is the caravan's carriage pulling the cart, and in the back is the pushing cart. On the cart, there are sweet potato and winter melon and other agricultural products, which just separate the front and back.

The mortal in the cart was a middle-aged man in gray and black tattered clothes. His eyes were confused and he wanted to ask for help.

He looked behind him. Behind him were several disciples of the sect who were holding magical instruments, all of them immortal, looking very uncomfortable. He looked at Mo Shulin and Lan Qingming, who were holding the rabbit in front of him, and finally chose Mo Shulin, who was more friendly and kind because of the rabbit.

The middle-aged man walked around the wheelbarrow, wiped the sweat from his palms on his clothes, and walked in front of Mo Shulin. When his vicissitudes of life smiled, he folded layers of folds and performed an irregular fist. "This immortal chief, I, this is the first time I have entered the city. I don't know how much entrance fee this city needs?"

Holding the fat rabbit, Mo Shulin could only nod his head in return, and replied, "There are three mortals and one person. Regardless of the cultivation level, there are ten high-grade spirit stones."

"So... the price?" Lan Qingming wanted to say that it was expensive, but froze, pretending that he didn't care.

"Okay. Thank you, Xianchang." The middle-aged man heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that the entrance fee only requires three copper plates.

Lan Qingming has mixed feelings.

The admission fee of Baichuan City actually required him ten high-grade spirit stones, three of which were thirty. Thirty top-grade spirit stones, in fact, it is fine to grit his teeth, but he had to rethink the prices in Baichuan City. But because of this, I felt that Mo Shulin was really, and he had already said that he didn't need to pack food. It also saves a lot of money.

Mo Shulin knew what Lan Qingming was thinking, and probably everyone who came to Baichuan City for the first time would feel this way.

No matter how many other cities collect, they are also low-grade spirit stones. This Baichuan City collects high-grade spirit stones, and there are as many as ten, which is more ruthless than stealing money.

"Baichuan City is a trading city." Mo Shulin pointed out.

Naturally, a city that relies on commerce to make money does not welcome the poor and low-level cultivators.

Admission fee is the best threshold. Regardless of where, being able to pay out ten high-grade spirit stones to enter the city fee shows that there are reasons for entering the city in Baichuan City. Commercial trade, participating in auctions, is the most welcome reason for Baichuan City. At that time, the tax deduction will be a lot of income.

Even if you can participate in high-value auctions, these ten top-grade spirit stones are nothing.

Just as Lan Qingming was thinking about it, a cultivator fell from the sky, driving a flying magic weapon and wanted to enter through the left door. However, the cultivator only had the cultivation base during the out-of-aperture period, which was not as good as Lan Qingming.

The gatekeeper seemed to be aware of that person's cultivation level and ignored it.

Just when Lan Qingming thought that the person could enter from the left door, a golden barrier full of spells appeared, directly knocking the cultivator away. The cultivator was abruptly hit and flew hundreds of feet away.

"This turned out to be an enchantment? Little Friend Mo didn't say it." Lan Qingming took Mo Shulin's surname with him, with some warning.

Mo Shulin knew what Lan Qingming wanted to express. He just smiled calmly, "This is a city of Baichuan, which is inclusive of all rivers. If you don't have the ability, how can you set such a wild rule."

Mo Shulin must emphasize the two words rules.

Rules, the laws of control under powerful forces

The implication is that Baichuan City is in accordance with the rules set by the cultivation base and clearly informs everyone that only by reaching the cultivation base can the rules be broken. Don't try to do anything stupid without the corresponding level of cultivation.

Lan Qingming thought for a while, then understood what Mo Shulin meant, and said with a smile: "I think I left."

Lan Qingming sighed, "It seems that this city of Baichuan is really different from other cities. I would like to ask my little friends for more advice along the way."

"You are welcome. Our brother will never disappoint Brother Lan's trust." Mo Shulin responded neither humble nor overbearing.

The fat rabbit raised its claws, expressing approval of Mo Shulin's words.

Hearing this, Lan Qingming felt relieved. If he can walk in Baichuan City safely, he can give him more spirit stones.