Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 117 This sword spirit is too greedy 29

Zhao Zhao left the sect and slowly came to the human world. As a young boy who was experiencing the world for the first time, everything was new and interesting to him, and he wanted to buy everything.

However, now that there was no one around to pay him, and being a penny-pincher, he couldn't bear to spend his own money, so he stood there dumbfounded for a long time by a small stall.

Seeing that Zhao Zhao was dressed elegantly and had a first-rate appearance and temperament, not at all like someone who was poor, the stall owner greeted him warmly, "Young master, is there anything you like? Would you like me to wrap it up for you?"

Zhao Zhao touched the storage bag and tentatively asked, "How much is this kitten?" The toy he had his eye on was a small cat-shaped toy, usually for children, but Zhao Zhao liked it very much too.

He brainwashed himself, thinking that he was only two and a half years old, so it was not shameful for him to like this kind of thing.

"One low-grade spirit stone." The shopkeeper smiled and held up one finger.

Just as he was about to open his hand to collect the spirit stones, he saw Zhao Zhao say "Oh" expressionlessly, and then turn and leave.

Sigh, Zhao Zhao still can't bear to part with this money.

The shop owner behind him was dumbfounded. No, this thing wasn't expensive at all.

"Oh, young master, if all else fails, half a spirit stone will do."

The only response he received was Zhao Zhao's increasingly rapid pace.

The dazzling world was captivating, but in no time, Zhao Zhao was mesmerized by the candied hawthorns sold by street vendors, yet she still only looked and did not buy.

Even the system couldn't stand it anymore and advised, "Host, just buy one if you want to eat it. Why are you keeping so much money? You can't take it with you when you die."

The kids are practically drooling with envy.

Zhao Zhao swallowed hard. "I don't want to eat it. I don't want to eat it at all."

Just as I was about to leave, a string of candied hawthorns suddenly appeared in front of me.

Yan Shaoqi lowered his eyes, looking at Zhao Zhao's face with a devilish smile, "Is this what you want, young master?"

Zhao Zhao's gaze followed his candied hawthorn, and she nodded, "Yes."

"Then I'll give it to you, young master."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhao looked up and met the man's smiling, almond-shaped eyes.

He was handsome, and his robes looked very expensive, indicating his extraordinary wealth.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhao accepted it, saying, "Thank you, but I can do something for you."

He may not have money, but he has strength.

Yan Shaoqi still smiled wickedly, "No need, it's yours to take."

He then beckoned to the servants following behind him and was about to leave, as if he had just decided to do a good deed on a whim.

Zhao Zhao was naturally happy to get something for free, but she felt a little uneasy about eating it.

He chased after him, grabbing Yan Shaoqi's robe, "No, I must do something for you today."

Yan Shaoqi was slightly taken aback, and subtly pulled out the hem of his clothes.

He replied dismissively, "Then hold the sword for me."

“Ah Rong.”

The servant named Arong stepped forward and handed him the sword.

He is a cultivator.

Zhao Zhao touched the sword, somewhat shocked.

After all, he hadn't sensed any spiritual power in him.

Similarly, Yan Shaoqi did not detect the spiritual power in Zhao Zhao's body. Since Zhao Zhao had also put away the Zhao Xue Sword, Yan Shaoqi simply thought that Zhao Zhao was an ordinary mortal.

He wasn't short of money, and seeing Zhao Zhao staring at the candied hawthorns made him want to tease him.

As a sword spirit, Zhao Zhao could tell at a glance that this sword was extraordinary, and that the person who possessed it must have considerable cultivation.

Zhao Zhao didn't want to provoke such a "troublesome" person, so after holding the sword for a while, she immediately moved away from him.

Both of them regarded each other as insignificant strangers, unaware that their connection was far greater than they imagined.