Parasitic Cultivator, I Know Everything

Jingde City, Inner District, Yellow Crane Tower.

This is a well-known restaurant in Jingde City. On weekdays, there are merchants coming and going and entertaining guests. If you stay here, you can be considered decent.

Today, there is a guest who enters the building without accommodation or food.

Instead, he carried a dirty little beggar and asked the store owner to take care of it.

This matter is quite new, and naturally it provokes some buddies to discuss it.

"Hey, did you see the beggar who was sent?"

"Hey...how can I not see it? It's the first time I've seen such a dirty person. Seeing...it smells worse than our shopkeeper's donkey."

"Isn't it? The three buckets of hot water have already been served. When they are brought down, they are all black, and they look no different from carbon."

"It's really new. Who can have such a leisurely mind and take care of beggars?"

"Well, it's the young man sitting beside the bed... Hey, be careful, don't let people see you being rude! This young man is holding the token in our building, but he is a distinguished guest!"

A few guys sighed for a while, but they didn't dare to speak rashly in front of the guests.

And the man called Young Master was sitting by the window, sipping freshly brewed tea and flipping through a novel.

He was wearing a black robe, expressionless, and his whole person showed an indifferent coldness. He seemed to devote himself to this collection of books with all his heart, and after reading it for a while, he half raised his head.

Take a long breath.

"It turns out that people in this era have seen this thing..."

This person is Wang Hao.

Taking advantage of this break just now, he casually flipped through a novel book he had picked up from people. Now that I have looked at it in threes and fives, I can't help but sigh for a moment.

What this guy wrote is really boring.

"In the beginning, the setting was piled up, and there was no role for a long time. An old man appeared in the middle. I thought he was a powerful character, but I didn't expect that he was still a street... No wonder this book is not famous."

If it was Wu Chengen who came to write Journey to the West, I'm afraid it would shock a lot of people's eyes.

As soon as Wang Hao closed the book collection, there was a servant over there. That person was unusually respectful towards Wang Hao, and this time he lowered his eyebrows and whispered softly.

"Young master, you just ordered us to clean up, and it's all taken care of now."

Wang Hao nodded slightly. After getting up, he handed over a wooden token. This thing is the honored guest order of the Yellow Crane Tower, and its function is similar to the VIP pass of the previous life.

Naturally, he doesn't have the heart to play with these things... So the resources that Gu Qingqing uses are all sent by Gu Qingqing at the moment.

Gu Qingqing wanted to gain a firm foothold in Jingde City, apart from her own safety, she naturally needed to have a good relationship with these restaurants.

After this back and forth, the two sides naturally have some intersections. Gu Qingqing is the owner of money and money. After clearing it up, some privileges are not a problem.

It also happened to be cheaper for Wang Hao.

Following the servant upstairs, Wang Hao walked through the corridor on the second floor and finally stopped in front of the guest room. But after a while, there was only a creaking sound, and the wooden door was pushed flat, allowing Wang Hao to see what was inside.

Three sweaty female workers tended the wooden floor with towels and tubs, while standing beside them was a dull girl in a pink skirt.

Wang Hao looked around for two times, and couldn't help but feel a little strange... Where did the beggar boy go?

He was about to ask questions, but the subtitles appeared in his eyes.

This made Wang Hao stunned for a while.

"this……"

The servant next to him stepped forward at the right time and whispered against Wang Hao.

"Master, the little beggar you brought... It's this girl doll."

Wang Hao heard the words, and then looked at it carefully - but considering how tall a person's thighs are, with thin arms and thin feet, his hair should have been straightened out.

If you just look at the outline, she is quite a delicate-looking girl.

It's just that a scar as long as a little finger was smashed out of the corner of the eye, it looks a little pity...

Just because in this world, whether it is the rich or the common people, everyone is the master of everything.

In the eyes of the common people, those who are born with disabilities, or those who are physically damaged, are unlucky people with incomplete fate. They should have been reincarnated sinners in their previous lives, and they will have this appearance in this life.

Now this girl's face is incomplete, it is the face that will be looked down upon.

Perhaps because I haven't washed it for too long, my complexion is a little dazzling at this moment. And compared to these, what is more eye-catching... is the special temperament of this guy.

Her eyes didn't seem to be focused, like two colored glass embedded in the white body, which looked extraordinarily strange.

The little doll just stared straight ahead, watching Wang Hao come into the room, she turned her head and stared at him.

Two people with quite similar temperaments just looked at each other for a while.

After a while, Wang Hao nodded slightly, mentioned the girl's collar, and walked straight out the door.

"The cost is counted on the account and will be paid together at that time."

The guy saw off the guest in response, and it was only a breath of relief until the noble man completely disappeared.

Opening the door to do business, there are indeed many strange things. But I really want to talk about it... It's the first time to bring a beggar to take a bath.

Back at the base, Wang Hao was also thinking... how to deal with this little devil of unknown origin.

Just peel off the root bone and take it yourself?

It sounds good, but it doesn't actually make any sense. Because what Wang Hao absorbed was the pure energy accumulated by the monks.

It's not just a talent in the pure sense.

To quantify it simply, in terms of Wang Hao's current foundation building state, her value is almost equivalent to a mosquito's leg... Such a thin value ~www.NovelMTL.com~ will definitely not attract his attention.

So for Wang Hao, this girl doll has no specific use for the time being.

Wang Hao bought this guy on a whim, but he was only thinking of what a person with a 'body's bones' looks like.

Perhaps there is really no other value to be found in her. After two days, Wang Hao will settle her out. At that time, being able to live in peace is much better than starving to death by the roadside.

Thinking of this, Wang Haogang sent her to the room. After sorting out the luggage at hand, I also put my notebook on the table.

Just as he was about to record the relevant information about the Eye of the Root, and supplement the theoretical basis obtained from practice, he suddenly raised his brows and felt a slight movement in the compartment.

There was also a living Foundation Establishment cultivator in there. As the last container, it was stuffed in the side room. Now that after such a long time, the effect of the drug has dissipated, and it is not uncommon to wake up.

Wang Hao got up and went into the room to deal with it. When he returned to the room, he saw that the girl was actually sitting in his place, staring intently at his manuscript.

Wang Hao glanced at it and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth a little - this is a booklet he specially used to record various extracts, as well as some previous life textbooks.

The above are some chemical formulas.

If you can understand it, there will be ghosts.

He stepped forward quickly and was about to lift her up and put her aside. However, she saw that the girl was pointing at a string of notes with her right hand, her mouth half-open and half-closed, like a goldfish spitting bubbles in the water.

She moved her finger and finally clicked on the relevant information of H2O, and she actually mumbled something.

"Dihydrogen monoxide...water."