The God of Wealth is Bankrupt

Yuanxi looked at him with black and white eyes, and said seriously, "You said you had no money on you before, but now you have gone back."

Jiang Yuan understood what she meant.

However, before he could say anything, Yuanxi heard Yuanxi say again: "You don't have to give it now. Nine out of thirteen return, and then it will be calculated according to this."

Jiang Yuan: "..."

Jiang Yuan's mouth twitched slightly.

Nine out of thirteen?

This is about to catch up with the pawnshop opened by the Demon Sect.

Jiang Yuan was a little curious, how did this little girl know that nine out of three came from?

He raised his brows lightly and said, "I didn't lend you money, did I? How can I use it for nine out of thirteen?"

Yuanxi reasoned with him softly: "You owe me money, why can't you use it?"

Jiang Yuan: "...Okay. Just use it."

Jiang Yuan took out a money bag and handed it to Yuanxi, "Hey, I brought so much this time, and I'll give the rest next time."

Yuan Xi's eyes lit up.

He threw the small broken bowl in his arms and put it on the purse.

"Thank you." The little girl smiled, and the shallow pear vortex came out again.

After thinking about it, Yuanxi said, "The rest will still be calculated with nine out of thirteen."

Jiang Yuan's eyes were glued to Yuanxi's little face, and he nodded carelessly.

Nine out of thirteen, nine out of thirteen, anyway, he has money in the demon religion.

Quiet in the room.

Jiang Yuan used to think it was nothing, but now it feels a little too deserted.

The two of them... Thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is really nothing to talk about.

This realization made Jiang Yuan frown.

He cleared his throat and broke the silence of the room.

"That...how did you know that nine out of three came back?"

Yuanxi: "Listen to what others say."

Jiang Yuan: "Oh."

The two ended their awkward chat.

Before he could not realize his intentions, Jiang Yuan was still able to show off.

Now, it's really moving.

I really can't find a topic, so I can only rest in grievances.

only.

I used to lie on the same bed with Yuanxi and could barely fall asleep, but now I turn over with my eyes closed, but I can't sleep...

Especially listening to the shallow breathing beside him, Jiang Yuan felt that his whole body was about to explode.

"what happened to you?"

A soft voice came.

Jiang Yuan was shocked, his body stiffened, and he said dryly, "Nothing..."

"Oh." Yuan Xi said softly, "Then don't move."

Jiang Yuan: "..."

Jiang Yuan really didn't dare to move.

Listening to the shallow and long breathing of the little girl beside her, her body was stiff and sore, and she didn't dare to move.

It was not until Yin Shi that he barely fell asleep.

After sleeping for less than an hour, he was woken up.

Jiang Yuan frowned, lifted the quilt and got out of bed in one go.

Pushing open the door, he looked at a group of people outside, "What are you doing? Someone else died?"

Why is he back again?

When did you come back?

These questions flashed through everyone's hearts at the same time, but there would be no time for him.

A few people in the back carried a person over and said anxiously: "Is the Shang Pavilion Master here? Come and save people!"

"What are you doing?"

The door to the next room opened at this time.

Jin Rin was still in that tattered Taoist robe, stretched out, and squinted at the crowd.

When I saw it, I was delighted, "Yo, isn't this the one who sent me out yesterday? What's the matter, it won't work today?"

At this moment, shrunk a circle, passed out with a pale face, and was carried by a few people, it was the big man with a turbulent temperament.

"Stinky Taoist priest, you have some virtue in your mouth!"

"What's wrong? There's something wrong with what I said? It's not okay, what's wrong? Falling asleep?" Jin Rin said with a ruthless smile.