() Purple Night instantly has a feeling of being raised by local tyrants.

Nima, with this local tyrant, what are you waiting for if you don't squander it?

"Good ......" Ziye has a kind of tragedy of a strong man breaking his wrist: "The deal is ......"

Isn't it just a kiss?

No matter how many tricks you have, it's just a kiss.

She didn't believe it, just a simple kiss, what tricks could Ixuan toss.

However, if you owe more debt, the price will be greater.

Even if Ion Xuan dared to give her five million, she wouldn't dare to ask for it.

Five million kisses, even if Ziye sells it, she feels a little black-hearted.

50,000 taels of silver for a kiss, close to the bottom line of conscience.

So, deal.

……

In the study, Zi Shaofeng held a letterhead in his hand, his eyebrows furrowed.

Because the meridians have not yet fully recovered and thrived, Ziyan is more often in a wheelchair to warm his legs.

Covered with a blanket, Zi Yan looked at his father with some doubts.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"It's okay......" Zi Shaofeng put away the letterhead and said indifferently: "An old friend's greeting......

Since he didn't want to say it, Zi Yan was interested in diverting the topic.

"Dad, I want to go back to the barracks......"

"No...... Zi Shaofeng replied with a solemn face, "You are the last hope of my Zi family, and I won't allow you to have any more accidents." ”

"I went back to the barracks because I was the last hope...... Zi Yan said seriously: "Only when we stand up on the battlefield can our Zi family really stand up......"

"It's impossible to ......" Zi Shaofeng suddenly got up and kicked away the seat under him: "This matter, there is no possibility of negotiation......

Zi Yan didn't expect a sentence to provoke his father so much.

"Dad, then I'm always going to have to do something, right? Can't you still sit at home like a waste person and wait for death? ”

"I don't care, as long as you don't join the army, what do you like......"

"Daddy......"

Zi Shaofeng walked away without a deaf ear, but stopped at the door.

"Also, hurry up and find me a daughter-in-law to come back...... If the cub in Ziye doesn't get married, you have to give birth to a ...... for Lao Tzu."

"It's not ......" Zi Yan was speechless for an instant, but before he could protest, the old man had already disappeared.

Is this a marriage or not, can it still be eliminated?

Why does Ziye not get married, so he has to get married?

With a sweep of his gaze, he looked at the uncollected letter on the table.

Before his fingertips touched it, Zeng Shuo had already stepped into it as quickly as a meteor, and pinched the letterhead.

"Second master, the master said that this is a private letter, and it is inconvenient to read it together......"

The corners of Ziyan's mouth twitched slightly, and he pushed the wheelchair stupidly, and turned around to go out.

When he was gone, Zeng Shuo quickly opened the letterhead, took a cursory glance, and his breathing suddenly became heavy.

Lighting the oil lamp, Zeng Shuo slowly lit the letterhead.

In the firelight, a touch of killing intent was fleeting.

……

With strong money as the backing, Zi Ye instantly felt that his waist was a lot straighter.

While spending the silver contributed by Ion Xuan, he despised his own money worship in his heart.

It's just that in the end, Ziye finally convinced herself.

Who hasn't been moneyist since ancient times?

She Ziye is neither an immortal nor a cultivator, so why should she treat money as dung?

Money can make ghosts grind, why doesn't she Ziye make use of this powerful weapon?

Besides, there is such a bottomless pit of local tyrant backing behind him.

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