MTL - Papa Paladin-Chapter 48 Dad can cure

  Chapter 48 Dad Can Heal

   The store where Boa stops is specialized in pet birds.

The store is not big, but under the eaves, on the trusses, and between the branches of trees, there are large and small birdcages and bird racks, including parrots, larks, hibiscus, lovesickness, munia, thrushes, orioles and other pet birds. Jumping around, or fetching water for food, or singing, it is a scene full of vitality.

  Zuo Yi leaned over and asked, "Baby, what's the matter?"

  Bao'er hesitated for a moment, raised her little hand and said, "Dad, this little bird is so pitiful."

  Her eyes were full of sympathy.

  Zuo Yi looked in the direction of the little girl's finger, and saw a small parrot standing on a bird stand by the corner.

   This is a beautiful budgerigar. It has yellow-green feathers, and its upper body is densely covered with thin yellow and black stripes. The color is very bright, and there is a small silver chain tied to its left foot.

   But the mental state of this budgerigar is obviously very poor. It looks sleepy, neither screams nor jumps, and trembles as if it will fall from the bird stand at any time.

   It is in stark contrast to the few lively animals of the same kind next to it.

  Zuo Yi didn't know why Bao'er suddenly noticed this budgerigar, he turned on his spirit vision and glanced, nodded and said, "It's sick."

   It's not just sick, it's about to die!

  In Zuo Yi's spiritual vision, the life flame of this budgerigar is like a spark in the wind, which is likely to be extinguished in the next moment.

"Ok…"

  Bao'er stared at it, bit her little finger, as if she wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it.

   Zuo Yi smiled slightly.

He was about to speak, but a hoarse voice came from beside him: "Little girl, you have a good eye, my parrot is not an ordinary tiger skin, but a native purebred from Australia, don't you think it is very beautiful? "

   The person who spoke was a dry old man, wearing black cloth shoes and wearing a short mandarin jacket, with a hunched back and squinted eyes, and a shrewd grin on his face. He was obviously the owner of this pet shop.

  He noticed Bao'er's eyes just now, and he was secretly happy, and hurried up to flicker: "If you like it, you can take it home to raise and play, and I will give you a bird cage!"

  Wow!

  Tek, who was guarding Bao'er, barked suddenly, with a ferocious look in his eyes: You want to die!

   "Ah!"

  The old man in the mandarin jacket who had just approached was startled, his face turned pale with fright, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

   Almost fell.

  When he saw clearly that it was a little milk dog that frightened him, his old face flushed again: "It's really..."

   I really lost my old face.

  Bao Er shyly pulled the dog leash, and reprimanded softly: "A Tai."

  Tek snorted twice, turned his head and rubbed against her little feet.

  Zuo Yi smiled and asked: "Boss, how do you sell your budgerigar that won't survive tomorrow?"

   "What's your name!"

  The face of the old man in the mandarin jacket was purple: "My parrot is still very clever, how could it not survive tomorrow..."

   "I want twenty."

  Zuo Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he directly offered the price.

  Zuo Qingyun used to raise two thrushes at home, so Zuo Yi occasionally went to the flower and bird market to buy some bird food, so he knew a little about pet birds.

"twenty?"

  The old man in the mandarin jacket had a dark purple face, as if he had suffered a great insult, and his voice was raised a lot: "Let me tell you, I am an authentic Australian purebred, there is no such number..."

  He opened his right palm at Zuo Yi and shook it, and continued: "If you don't have this number, don't even think about taking it away!"

  A pair of small eyes are wide open, the voice is sonorous and powerful, and the expression is strong!

  However, Zuo Yi was unmoved: "Then thirty, I don't want any more, you keep it for dinner."

  This budgerigar is an ordinary species, and the normal price is only thirty or forty one, and it must be alive and kicking.

"you really…"

  The old man in the mandarin jacket was so angry that he yelled at the top of his voice, "Do you know how much my shop rents for a day?"

   "Come on."

A middle-aged shopkeeper watching the excitement next door couldn't stand it any longer, holding the tea mug and teasingly said: "Boss Sun, his eyes are wide open, so don't think about fooling around anymore, just do what you have to do, you can't really keep it." Shall we have dinner?"

  He had a bit of a quarrel with the old man in the jacket, so he took the opportunity to taunt a few words.

   In addition, it is really hard to see. Anyone can see that this budgerigar is about to belch, and Old Man Sun is still trying to kill people. It is not an expensive thing, it is simply too low!

   "I'll leave it for you to eat!"

  The old man in the mandarin jacket choked back, and said to Zuo Yi resentfully: "Fifty is fine, and I will send you a bird stand."

   An expression that is too cheap for you.

   Actually, that broken bird stand is not worth a few dollars.

  But Zuo Yi refused: "It's only thirty, if you don't sell it, forget it, and I don't want a bird stand."

  He said just now that you don’t want more than 30, so of course you have to keep your promise—this is a matter of principle.

"you…"

  The old man in the mandarin jacket glared at Zuo Yi, as if the latter was his life and death enemy.

  The air froze.

   After a while, he waved his hand bitterly and said, "Take it away!"

  Zuo Yi really couldn't help but laugh, a thing of tens of dollars needs to be negotiated like a billion-dollar contract.

   This is all about the drama!

  Zuo Yi took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code to pay 30 yuan, and then brought the sick budgie over.

  The budgerigar did not resist at all.

  The sharp-eyed old man in the mandarin jacket: "Give me back the bird chain, this doesn't count!"

  Zuo Yi shook his head speechlessly, took off the bird chain worth at most one or two yuan and returned it to the other party.

  The old man in the mandarin jacket took the bird chain, glanced at Zuo Yi proudly, and felt happy: Do you think you are stupid or am I stupid?

  He just sold this budgerigar and he doesn't know what's wrong with it. He hasn't eaten or drank for the past two days. As Zuo Yi said, he probably won't survive tomorrow.

   Now selling it to Zuo Yi at the normal price, the old man suddenly felt a sense of superiority in IQ.

  The middle-aged shopkeeper next door picked up the tea mug and took a sip of wolfberry tea. He looked at Zuo Yi as if he was looking at a fool: He knew that the bird was dying, but he paid for it!

  Peting children is not like this. If the parrot dies tomorrow, the child must cry to death?

   Have to spend money to buy again!

  However, Zuo Yi didn't care about other people's eyes at all. He squatted down with the budgie in his left hand, smiled and said to the little girl: "Dad bought it, can we take it home and raise it?"

"what."

Bao'er let out a soft cry, she stretched out her hand and touched the budgerigar's wings carefully, and asked worriedly: "Dad, didn't you say that it was sick? Didn't it mean that it should be sent to the hospital for treatment first?" ?”

"No need to."

  Zuo Yi shook his head: "Father can cure its disease."

   As he spoke, his right thumb wiped the beak of the budgerigar, and two faint lights flashed quickly on the fingertips.

  Bo'er opened her eyes wide, staring curiously at the little parrot in Zuo Yi's hand.

   Under her gaze, the budgerigar, which was about to die at any moment, suddenly spread its wings.

  Its originally dull eyes glowed with a bright and agile look, as if it had just been reborn, exuding a strong vitality and vitality.

   Flutter!

  When Zuo Yi opened his palm, the budgie jumped up immediately.

  It happily flew around Bao'er twice in the air, and chirped: "Bao'er, Bao'er, thank you!"

  The voice is crisp and sweet, and the words are correct!

"what?"

  Bo'er was dumbfounded, and asked in a daze, "You, how do you know my name?"

"whee!"

  The budgerigar retracted its wings and landed steadily on her shoulder, raised its beautiful feathers and rubbed its head affectionately against her neck, and opened its mouth and said, "Guess, guess."

  Bo'er was already fascinated by this little guy, subconsciously shook his head and said, "I can't guess."

   Clang!

  The tea mug in the hands of the middle-aged shopkeeper next door fell to the ground, and the tea mixed with wolfberries flowed everywhere.

   But he didn't feel it at all, and he was already dumbfounded at this time.

  The old man in the mandarin jacket was even worse than the middle-aged shopkeeper, his pair of small eyes stared into goldfish eyes, the few muscles on his face were twitching, and he was completely speechless with his tongue open.

   There is still half a point of pride in the success of fooling around.

"This this…"

  He pointed at the budgerigar that was playing with Bo'er with trembling fingers, his heart ached!

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