Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

Chapter 417 From Her Voice

"Wait a minute," Sta called out to Zengjun.

Then he took out two stacks of banknotes from his trouser pockets, "Did you forget? You haven't received your royalties yet~"

Zengjun walked towards Sta, because Zengjun knew the function of gold coins, which were universal currency.

So Songjun took out a small stack from a large stack, totaling 109 pieces, which were banknotes worth gold coins.

"Is this enough?" Sta asked, looking at the small stack of banknotes in Zengjun's hand.

"Of course. After all, my help isn't a big deal," Zengjun responded to Sta, then walked out of the palace holding the red dress.

Noqi came to Star's side and said, "Are you really not going to ask him any more questions? After all, the skirt is worth a lot of money."

"He even mentioned my father's name, how could I not believe him..." Sta said as he watched Zengjun gradually walk away.

Zengjun held the red skirt with his left hand and held the small stack of money in his right hand.

Zengjun put the small stack of money into his right trousers and walked quietly on the bridge alone.

"Forget it, why not just keep it in my inner space? It might get scratched if I put it outside," Zengjun thought as he walked on the road.

Then Songjun put the red dress from the other side in his inner space.

The inner space is still quite limited, so it seems I have to find a chance to grab a storage ring.

Zengjun spread his six wings and flew into the air, flying in the direction of the demons he remembered.

In order to avoid being seen, Zeng Jun in the sky also flew with a shield on. If people knew that the king of the elves was running around everywhere, it would easily lead to many unnecessary misunderstandings.

Zengjun flapped his six wings in the sky, with 1/4 of the feathers made up of colorful black and 3/4 of the feathers made up of gold.

This also hinted to Zeng Jun that he could reach the eighth wing, but it would still require some chance.

During the nine years of training in hell, Zeng Jun had already broken through the upper limit of four wings, but had been stuck at the end of the four wings.

However, during the practice with that person, Zeng Jun already had some understanding about the control of the six wings and so on.

Therefore, from the moment when Zeng Jun was given the six wings, the divine power that he realized in the six-winged era was constantly filling Zeng Jun's six wings.

This also made Zengjun's third pair of shoes quickly dyed gold.

Zengjun soared into the sky, flying in the air like a roc spreading its wings.

"I just happened to be passing by that store, so I might as well buy a doll. After all, it can be given as a gift for Weiwei, and it can also be considered as a thank you to the store owner," Zengjun said to himself as he looked at the familiar place not far away.

So Zengjun stopped in a deserted place before folding his wings and removing the shield.

Zengjun walked towards the shop, "I wonder if wooden signs and other things exist in the human world? I always feel like my neck is empty," Zengjun said to himself as he walked along the road.

Zengjun misses Weiwei very much now, but it is obvious that Weiwei at this moment is destined not to know Zengjun yet.

But it doesn't matter, take it slowly. As long as Zengjun remembers, he will explain it slowly.

Gift the door of the store.

"Welcome," the shop owner said with his back to Zengjun, while arranging the dolls in his hands.

They looked like they had been messed with by a child not long ago.

So, when Zeng Jun came in, the store owner thought he was an ordinary customer, but it was almost the same. Zeng Jun was just an ordinary customer at the moment.

Come to a store, buy a few things, and leave. It's an ordinary process, so it's not an exaggeration to say that it's an ordinary person.

Zengjun came to the side of the shop owner and saw some dolls displayed in the shop, some of which were still covered with dust.

The shopkeeper carefully threw away the dust with his hands, and then wiped the dust with his hands again until the dust disappeared from the surface.

Zengjun stood behind him, just watching quietly without saying anything.

Seeing that Zengjun didn't react, the shopkeeper looked up at Zengjun.

At this moment, Zengjun's eyes were all on the doll in the shopkeeper's hand. It wasn't that the doll was so special, but that the dust that was wiped off was like the people who sacrificed in history. If you can't see it, it doesn't exist?

Zengjun didn’t know either, so he tried to understand.

The shopkeeper looked at Zengjun and immediately remembered that this was someone who had come here not long ago.

"Hi, we meet again. Are you lost?" the shopkeeper asked Xiang Zengjun with concern.

"No, I'm here to buy something," Zengjun said, looking at the shop owner.

After hearing this, the shop owner slowly stood up and put the doll, which he had dusted off, back on the shelf.

It was a wooden rack with five or six layers.

The shop owner placed the dolls in the second row, which was not very high. In fact, it was a little short, a place that any child of any age could easily touch.

Zengjun took the doll that the store had just put down. There were three or four rows of dolls, and at the top were some umbrellas.

"This place is obviously not suitable for selling dolls. It's too remote and there are too few children," Zengjun said, looking at the doll in his hand.

“Yeah, but these are things I never had before, it’s like I’m a kid again,” the shop owner said with a comfortable smile, but it was obviously a self-deprecating remark.

"Then why are these dolls dirty?" Zengjun asked, looking at the rag dolls in his hand.

"Sometimes some children come here. They don't come to buy these dolls, they just come here to experience the free toys," the shop owner said truthfully.

"Since you know this, why don't you put them higher? This way the kids can't reach them, and they won't make them dirty," Zengjun asked sincerely.

“Yeah, but if we do that, even the children won’t be able to come in,” the shopkeeper said with a smile, like a stubborn child who knows it’s not worth it but still does it.

(Note: This refers to myself. After all, I have only received one of the 85 words I have written so far by listening and reading (June th). But anyway, I want to complete the original goal)

"There are no children here. What does that mean? Although there are few people here, it can't be said that there is no one here, right?" Zeng Jun asked in confusion.

“Look at all those people of all kinds. Who would be willing to come in and look at these dolls like a child?” the shop owner sighed.

"You are the second adult customer today," the shopkeeper said to Zengjun, holding up a green caterpillar doll in his hand.

"Well, what about the first one?" Zengjun asked.

"It's you too," said the shop owner.

"So, when I come in again, are we the only ones here?" Zengjun asked somewhat at a loss.

"Not really. A little kid came in not long ago. Look at the rag dolls that fell here. They are all his masterpieces," said the shop owner with some pride.

"He soiled your goods, aren't you angry?" Zengjun turned and asked the shop owner.