So, Rong Tian used only one roast rabbit meat to subdue a companion spirit plant with the attribute of a foodie, and named it Little Green.

Now, Xiao Lu was shaking the leaves and bouncing in his mind: [Master, I just used your terminal to get on the Star Network, and I found that the Spirit Liquid sold on the Star Network actually contained spiritual liquid. ］

Rong Tian raised his eyebrows: "What spiritual liquid?" ”

Midori: [According to the merchant, this potion contains the aura that cultivators need.] ］

Rong Tian was a little surprised, he didn't expect that there were cultivators in this place.

Xiao Lu stretched out the slender green vine and rolled the terminal in front of Rong Tian, and clicked on the mall it had just seen: [Look, master. ］

Rong Tian raised his eyes and saw that there were rows of clearly priced spiritual liquids on the virtual screen, and the cheapest one actually cost 10,000 star coins.

Rong Tian was silent for a few seconds: "Xiaolu, do we have money?" ”

Midori was also silent: [...... ］

Rong Tian never expected that it was not the supreme cultivation that defeated him, but poverty.

Looking at the deposit balance of 0 in the terminal, Rong Tian felt a sense of vicissitudes for the first time.

Where is he going to get 10,000 Star Coins?

After all, there is no mine at home, and he is poor.

"Ding Dong!"

Just when Rong Tian was worried about poverty, there was suddenly an extra transfer in his terminal.

Rong Tian: "? ”

followed the prompt to open the transfer page, and the transferor was not afraid of revealing his identity, so he posted his real name - Enzos Dalton.

Rong Tian blinked blankly, who is this?

didn't let Rong Tian doubt for too long, and the message attached below solved his doubts.

[Pocket money, whatever you want, your fiancé has money.] ］

Fiance?

The Little Duke of Dalton?

It stands to reason that this little duke is Rong Xiang's fiancé, not his Rong Tian, and the pocket money is also for Rong Xiang, even if he occupies other people's bodies now, do you still have to spend the pocket money given by other people's fiancés?

As a cultivator, Rong Tian has always regarded money as dung, because in the cultivation realm, all that is usually traded is spirit stones.

But now, he actually wants to steal other people's pocket money.

Rong Tian: I don't want to, but I'm poor.

Xiao Lu put the leaves on the leaf at this time and said: [Master, you are Rong Xiang now, you have taken over the body and identity of the original owner, and you will definitely take over the fiancé of the original owner.] ］

Rong Tian tugged at the corners of his lips, he had lived in the original world for three hundred years, and he had never thought of finding a Taoist couple, and he had only been in this place for a day, and he actually had an extra fiancé.

Rong Tian asked: "I accepted the money, but can my fiancé return it?" ”

Midori indifferently dismissed his thoughts: [Can't.] ］

Rong Tian: "......"

Midori: [Master, if you feel guilty, treat yourself as the original owner, and pay back your fiancé when you make money in the future.] ］

Rong Tian thought to himself expressionlessly: No, he doesn't feel guilty at all, and besides, it's not his fiancé.

However, whether Rong Tian wants to or not, he has already taken over Rong Yan's body and identity, as well as ...... Fiance.

With the money, Rong Tian was able to place an order to buy the spirit liquid, and bought five bottles in one go, and half of the pocket money given by the little duke was used up in two minutes.

The express delivery industry in the interstellar era is fast, but in just one and a half days, Rongtian received the goods.

There wasn't a lot of aura in the spiritual liquid, but compared to the aura he could absorb now, it could be described as sufficient.

His cultivation is too low now to absorb too much aura at once, so he only drank three bottles of spiritual liquid.

In the small room, the twilight of dusk fell on the girl sitting cross-legged on the bed through the narrow window, as if she was clothed in an orange-red gauze dress, and her little face, which was as pale as snow, seemed to have a little more blood