Everyone in the Heavenly Dao Sect looked at her dumbfounded, probably never seen such a straightforward child who asked for money and was unwilling to talk to them, their eyes were so stunned.

Seeing that Senior Brother Ji of the Heavenly Dao Sect didn't react, he stood in place, Qiao Mu first glanced at him with contempt, and then poked his little hand in front of him again, and continued to weigh it a few times!

"Poof-" Wang Zilian really smiled, her eyebrows and eyes curled with laughter.

The elders of the Heavenly Dao Sect put down the Xuanshi in their hands and looked at the child who was leading the way in a daze.

The child's face has changed from the contempt just now to the current super contempt, his eyes are thin and angry, and a pair of apricot eyes are round, as if he is looking at the enemy who does not share the sky, glaring at Senior Brother Ji of the Heavenly Dao Sect.

[You turtles, don't you have no money, do you??]

"Dignified Heavenly Dao Sect, it's not that you can't even pay a little money for the journey!" Wang Zilian understood the little guy's eyes again, and translated it very kindly.

The corners of Senior Brother Ji's mouth twitched, and he stiffened his hand into his arms, took out a small silver bag and threw it into Qiao Mu's children's spread hands, "Take it!"

The child unceremoniously opened the silver bag in front of him, looked through it, and found that there were more than a dozen taels of silver in the silver bag, which was a considerable asset in this small mountain village.

However, the child didn't seem to be satisfied with the little silver bag, and smashed the silver bag on Senior Brother Ji's face with his backhand, and the little wood-carved face, the disdain and contempt that overflowed in his eyes almost poured out.

The small eyes of the people in the Heavenly Dao Sect were really worrying and panicking.

Prince Lian laughed again, opened her mouth and translated, "It's too little!"

"Poof-" At this moment, more than a dozen black-clothed teenagers behind Wang Zilian couldn't hold back their laughter.

Qiao Mu Huo turned his head, a pair of black eyes that were as deep as a cold pool, stared at Mo Lian coldly, turned his head to look at Senior Brother Ji again, took a step forward, and raised his little hand high.

The green and soft fingers poked and poked in front of Senior Brother Ji again.

Although the prince looks annoying, he is the smartest one in the group and can understand what she means.

Senior Brother Ji couldn't tell whether he was funny or angry, so he turned over and took out two more gold-thread embroidered bags from his arms and stuffed them into the hands of the little guy.

Qiao Mu looked through it, and there were fifty taels of gold in each of the two bags. As soon as he put the bag away and stuffed it into his arms, Qiao Mu turned around and walked down the mountain without looking back.

"Jojo. Looking at the little guy taking the money and leaving, with a neat back, Mo Lian laughed, and followed her small body with a fluttering step, "It's really ruthless." You see, I've helped you explain a show, and you'll get a pretty good pay, shouldn't we be good friends? ”

In response to him, the child looked back and glared coldly, and then the little guy ran down the mountain, and the speed exploded in an instant, which made Mo Lian deeply stunned.

"Hehe, shy. Mo Lian chuckled, and her figure swept through the mountains and forests like catkins and green smoke, chasing in the direction of the little one.

Behind the young prince, a group of black-clothed followers were all a little dumbfounded. What's going on? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince actually ran after such a seemingly murderous little girl?

Your Highness, where is your cold and noble?