Preparations Before Departure, Counter Clerk Huang Donglai

In the backyard of the restaurant.

"It felt quite magical to use Seventy-Two Transformations for the first time."

Little Li stretched out his fists and kicked, his voice became lower and deeper, somewhat like a deliberately muffled, bubbly sound.

He took out a bronze mirror and looked at himself briefly.

At this moment, dragon scales have sprouted on his cheeks, and horns have grown on his head.

It was clearly the appearance of the Cry Dragon in human form.

Behind them, the shadowy figure of a dragon could be faintly seen.

A thought subtly stirred within me.

He suddenly felt his body being stretched, as if clouds and mist were surrounding him, his hands turning into dragon claws, and the downy hair on his lips transforming into a long beard. The changes happened very quickly, but fortunately, Li Mo was quick to react and hurriedly took off the winter clothes that Princess Little Jiang had made.

He transformed into a Cry Dragon, four zhang long.

"My strength has increased... and it seems I can even control water vapor..."

"My God, a monster!"

Murong Xiao's fingers trembled, his face filled with astonishment.

Li Mo: "..."

Dude, do you want to look in the mirror first?

"I understand, I understand." Murong Xiao pondered for a moment, his eyes filled with wisdom.

What did you realize?

"So Brother Li and I are family! That's why you recognized me at Divine Blade Cave!"

Murong Xiao moved closer, looking at him with amazement.

Although he possessed the bloodline of the Cry Dragon, he was unable to fully transform into a dragon's body, and this was the first time he had met his real family.

Look at those scales, those claws, those rugged horns, those speechless eyes...

Absolutely right!

For a moment, Murong Xiao's gaze towards Li Mo became increasingly affectionate.

"Brother Murong, I know you're excited, but could you please stop touching me like that?"

Little Cry Dragon wanted to rub his forehead, but found that his claws were too short, and he couldn't figure it out at all.

It is said that although the number of claws of a jiaolong (蛟龙) and True Dragon are different, their lengths seem to be about the same.

What should I do if their backs itch?

Li Mo intended to cough lightly, but instead snorted, "Getting back to the point, Brother Murong, this is merely a transformation technique, not true bloodline power."

Murong Xiao: "Huh?"

The CPU is about to burn out.

Can the art of transformation become even purer than his?

Seeing the kind-hearted Murong deep in thought, Li Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

As expected of the Divine Ability passed down by the Monkey Brother, this transformation technique can hardly be called a transformation; it's indistinguishable from the real thing.

No wonder Princess Iron Fan could mistake her husband...

This gave me much more confidence in my trip to Southern Border.

"It's time to set off..."

"Shopkeeper... Holy crap!"

Xu Xiao'er had just arrived in the backyard when his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Li Mo sighed and had no choice but to revert to his original form and release the moonlight.

Bathed in moonlight, Xu Xiao'er finally awoke, his face filled with anxiety.

"Boss, I just saw a dragon that big!"

You must have been having a nightmare.

"Really? I've never had a dream like that..."

"You forgot, you're crazy. It's not normal to have a strange dream."

Li Mo patted him on the shoulder.

The moonlight shines brightly.

"That makes sense..."

Xu Xiao'er fell silent and chose to trust his boss.

He repeatedly assured the owner that he would take good care of the restaurant while the owner was away.

It's because the boss pays so much.

With the paycheck and even benefits like social insurance and housing fund, who would be so bored as to become a hitman?

"Don't worry, boss, I'll take care of the restaurant."

"Well, if you don't have enough manpower, you can go outside and recruit a few people in the same industry with business experience. I think that guy who makes sweet soup is pretty good; it's like he's getting a second job."

"Great! I will definitely make the restaurant bigger and stronger, and create new glories!"

"Great, very energetic."

The restaurant matters have been settled.

Li Mo walked up to Murong Xiao and patted him on the shoulder, making his brain restart:

"Brother Murong, we must be leaving."

"Oh oh..."

Neither of them had much to pack; they didn't even need to take any luggage.

With Xu Xiao'er waving goodbye and the entire street of re-employment killers seeing them off, the two walked out of Fish-Dragon Street.

On the road.

"Hmm... Brother Li, what kind of martial art is this? It's so amazing!"

Murong Xiao finally accepted the fact that Li Mo was not his family, but he still couldn't help being curious.

Li Mo thought for a moment and said, "Aren't there quite a few martial arts techniques that imitate birds and beasts?"

"Yes, that type of martial arts is called Image-Mimicking Martial Arts." Murong Xiao nodded.

He had also been exposed to, for example, the White Crane Descending Cloud Fist taught to him by Elder Han He.

"Does that mean the more accurate the imitation, the greater its power?"

"Yes, that makes sense." Murong Xiao nodded.

"Just tell me, do I look like it or not?"

"0. o"

Murong Xiao felt that what Brother Li said made a lot of sense.

But something seems off.

After thinking for a moment, Murong Xiao decided to give up thinking about it.

He looked around at the streets and realized that this was not the road out of the city, but a more prosperous area than Fish-Dragon Street.

"Brother Li, aren't we going to the Southern Border?"

"Of course, but the journey to Southern Border is long, so it's always better to be prepared."

Li Mo looked towards the center of the street.

There stood a tall building, towering above the rest, its gilded bricks and tiles reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight. A gilded plaque read:

Hengtong Trading Firm Company

The System Space contains many valuable items, but it may not have everything, and it is certainly not as comprehensive as the merchant guild.

Moreover, there isn't enough elixirs and heavenly materials and earthly treasures to temper the body.

I need to do some shopping first.

"Brother Li?"

As soon as I entered the store, the teller at the counter spoke.

Li Mo looked over and saw a pale-faced, beardless, and timid middle-aged man. He didn't remember knowing this person, but the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

"Brother, who are you...?"

"I am Huang Donglai."

The middle-aged man touched the mustache that had been stuck to his lips and said in a low voice.

"Brother Huang has quite a few identities..."

Li Mo chuckled and couldn't help but ask:

"The last time I saw you, you were a herb gatherer. How come you're a teller at Hengtong Trading Firm now?"

"Mainly because I'm short of money..."

Huang Donglai smiled shyly, "The expenses for food, clothing, housing and transportation in Yun Province are too high, and I also want to purchase a batch of medicinal herbs needed for my martial arts practice."

"Hengtong Trading Firm not only offers attractive salaries, but employees also receive internal discounts... It's just that they often get scolded by managers, but you just have to put up with it."

Li Mo: "..."

No wonder you needed to disguise your identity.

Hengtong Trading Firm ran away with the buckets; they can't even find anyone there.

"Brother Li, are you looking to purchase something? I'm quite knowledgeable in this area."

"Yes, I'm planning to go to Southern Border. I wonder what kind of preparations I need to make?"

Li Mo felt that asking Huang Donglai this matter would be quite reliable.

As expected.

Huang Donglai smiled confidently:

"Brother Li, you've come to the right person. My hometown is in Southern Border."

"Brother Li, how much do you plan to purchase for various items? It's best to be well-prepared for a long journey."

"I have a deposit slip at Hengtong Trading Firm. Spend the money on it."

"Okay... Hmm?!"

Huang Donglai nodded, and after taking the deposit slip, his body trembled.

Hiss...

The tellers at Hengtong Trading Firm receive commissions.

It seems he's now able to grab the bucket and run away ahead of time.

As everyone knows, he is a very low-key person.

But now he's thinking of asking the steward to make him a pot of tea.