Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City Chapter 403 412: Will You Sell It for Ten Thousand?

Ye Ling almost slapped Qing Yi to death in anger when he heard her words.

"Do you have any idea what you are talking about? A billion in the Netherworld is just like petty cash, just loose change that descendants casually burn and send over."

"But this is the human world. Do you know what that ans? A billion is what an ordinary person couldn't earn in a lifeti even if they bent their backs and faced the yellow earth."

"Alright, alright, let's pack it up and take it away."

Ye Ling didn't bother to explain much to Qing Yi; she was at least like a little girl who hadn't been exposed to the dirty realities of the world, pure and untainted, like a blank piece of paper ready to take any drawing.

After paying the bill, Qing Yi walked out in a set of black shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, instantly attracting the heated stares of all the n.

The already sweltering Southwest was filled with n whose hearts were alight with raging flas; now, their virility surged even more as a torrent of hormones welled up within them.

Ye Ling smacked his forehead, thinking that he had turned himself into a toad by comparison, as every man's gaze cut sharply over him like a blade.

"Co on, let's go have hot pot," Ye Ling said in frustration. After all, she wasn't his woman; not only was spending money an issue, but he also had to sacrifice his dignity to enhance her image, a job that hardly seed worth it.

Southwest Chinese fire pot was world-renowned and had made its mark across the country. Countless businesses flaunted the na to swindle custors, yet, simply under the pretext of brand na, they made a fortune.

Da Jiu Jiu Fire Pot Restaurant was a leading brand in Southwest hot pot, with no less than a hundred branches just in the Southwest, not to ntion throughout the whole country.

It was the peak of lunch hour at the restaurant, and the place was packed. Qing Yi looked around curiously, like a baby that had never seen the world before, marveling at everything.

As she noticed everyone sweating profusely yet enjoying their als, she nodded, "Ye Ling, I want to eat this fire pot!"

"I'm sorry, sir, we don't have any tables available," said a waiter with a smile.

Qing Yi's face fell, and she began to act coquettishly, tugging on Ye Ling's arm, "No, I want to eat here. I don't care; I want to eat this."

With a look of helplessness, Ye Ling turned to the waiter, "As you can see, there's no helping it. Could you please find us a seat? Thanks, brother."

At that mont, a table freed up, and the waiter led them to a square table. Ye Ling ordered a pot base and the restaurant's signature dishes, waiting for them to be served.

"Let tell you, you should feel proud to even get a seat; that's already pretty good," Ye Ling mumbled, feeling hungry himself.

He hadn't eaten a thing in the Netherworld for days. There was no helping it; he wasn't acclimatized.

At that point, a white figure also bounded onto the table. It was Little White, who had been suffocating in Ye Ling's arms, now waving its little paws around, sniffing the aromas in the air.

"Ye Ling, I want to eat too, I want at!" Little White chirped.

Ye Ling rolled his eyes at it, "What are you thinking, a Demon Race creature eating hot pot? You're really breaking new ground for your kind."

Demons, favored beings of creation, occupied a distinguished position in the Immortal Realm, holding status equal to humans, leaders in their own right. Each one was fierce and formidable, brimming with demon energy, ready to devour humans at the slightest provocation.

Yet here was Little White, the veritable Holy Beast of Chaos, insisting on eating hot pot. Alright, another foodie had erged.

Ten minutes later, Qing Yi lifted a thin slice of lamb into the boiling hot pot, and as soon as it changed color, she fished it out and popped it into her mouth.

"Mmm! This is really delicious, way better than anything we have!"

Qing Yi imdiately beca excited, and Ye Ling sighed helplessly. Wasn't that stating the obvious? Could the food from the Netherworld compare to the human realm?

Half an hour later, the entire table full of delicious food had been devoured by Xiao Bai and Qing Yi, leaving only empty plates behind. Both the human and the demon patted their bellies contentedly.

"Ah, I'm stuffed. Look at Xiao Bai, that tummy is like a bouncing ball, haha!"

Little Qing pointed at the adorably faced Xiao Bai and laughed heartily. Xiao Bai lifted his eyelids disdainfully to glance at Qing Yi. You're one to talk, looking like a Hungry Wolf, probably a starving ghost reincarnated. Gobbling down food like that, not a trace of a ladylike image to be found, just a gluttonous tomboy through and through.

Ye Ling glanced at these two shaless fellows, pouting his lips. A pair of pigs, they were, eating like they were crazed, and there was nothing left for him yet.

Look, look, everyone around was staring in shock. Embarrassing, truly embarrassing.

"Wow! What a cute little dog, I want it!"

Suddenly, a squeaky female voice rang out. Ye Ling looked up to see a city girl dressed in tight, spicy clothes standing in front of their table, pointing at Xiao Bai excitedly.

The woman, wearing heavy makeup and a strong perfu scent wafting through the air, made Ye Ling frown.

"Darling, will you buy it for , please? It's so cute."

The woman cooed, pulling on a young man behind her while pointing at Xiao Bai, who was patting his belly on the table.

Following the woman was a man in his twenties, looking arrogantly at Ye Ling and Qing Yi. Suddenly, his eyes lit up at the sight of Qing Yi, and the way he looked at her changed instantly.

"Cough, cough, excuse , sir, how much for this little dog? I'll buy it. Na your price."

The young man coughed lightly, then puffed up his chest, trying to look generous, really to catch Qing Yi's attention.

However, to his disappointnt, Qing Yi didn't even bother to glance at him. To her, the sole Princess of King Senluo, these re mortals were hardly worth noticing.

Too vulgar, too commonplace. The two worlds were as different as heaven and earth; there was simply no comparison.

Ye Ling looked at the arrogant young man and waved his hand, "Sorry, not for sale."

As soon as he said this, the woman beca frantic, wrapping her arms around the young man's arm and rubbing her chest against it, with a voice that turned whiny to the bone: "Darling! I want it, please, buy it for . If you buy it for now, I'll give you sothing tonight, too!"

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes popped. My God, this woman really had the nerve to say it out loud, so blatantly vulgar.

"Alright, alright, baby don't worry, I'll definitely buy it for you!"

After speaking, the young man approached Ye Ling and slapped his shoulder, "Buddy, do a favor. I offer you ten thousand for this little pup, how about it?"

The onlookers who enjoyed the spectacle were all stunned. Wow, ten thousand just to buy a little dog? Pretty lavish.

The young man, basking in the envious looks from the people around him, was feeling quite pleased with himself. But Ye Ling just straight-up ignored him, which infuriated the young man even more.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. If ten thousand isn't enough, then I'll add another ten thousand!"

After saying that, the young man stood with his hands on his hips, coldly sneering, seemingly waiting for Ye Ling to snap out of his daze and then worship him, obediently handing over Xiao Bai.