This was because the daily income of spiritual coins could make Cuicui wake up from laughing in her dreams in the middle of the night.
Bao Mingcheng, who was wearing a green robe, stood across the street with his hands behind his back. His eyes were fixed on the next door of the snack bar.
On the other side, the door of the Pill Destiny Pavilion had already opened. There was also a plaque covered in red silk hanging on the door.
It seemed that they were really going to open for business today.
"Uncle, you didn't ask me to bring my brothers here just to watch the tiger demon of the Southern Wasteland sell buns, right?" Behind Bao Mingcheng, a young man in black muttered impatiently.
Behind him, there were seven or eight youths dressed in the same way.
"That's right, Sir. I haven't heard of anyone going missing recently. Those buns smell good."