"Just kidding, are you serious?"

The original owner has a hole in his brain.

She wouldn't recognize it anyway.

She is still underage, and she will not think about the marriage for the time being, let alone humans, the life span of humans is too short, and the life span of the demon clan is too long.

"Load." Ren Jing's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Just pretend!" Ziqian Mo, there will always be a day when you cry! ”

He didn't believe that a woman who loved him to death yesterday suddenly gave up.

Yes, it must be to get away with it.

"Let's go!"

Shi Ziye snorted coldly, and when he left, he deliberately hit her hard.

Zi Qianmo stumbled and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, there was a table behind her, which was just enough for her to hold on to and stabilize her balance.

On Ren Jing's body, she saw a very faint trace of light cyan dragon qi, purple gold, red, xuan, white, blue, and blue, cyan was the worst of the dragon qi, or light blue, which meant that it was a pseudo-dragon.

Ren Jing's father, King Ren, occupied a quarter of the fiefdom of Beilan Kingdom, and was nicknamed the Second Emperor by some courtiers.

Sure enough, it's a fake.

Doomed to have no future.

How do you compare with Mo Yan?

"Qianmo, are you okay?"

Third Master Zi stepped forward and asked worriedly.

Even though he can't see, his ears can still hear, Ren Jing said so many humiliating words, how can he rest assured? What if this girl is sad and can't think about it.

"Third uncle, I'm fine."

Zi Qianmo secretly weighed the money bag in his hand.

Well, it's heavy.

Ren Jing really deserves to be the only son of King Ren, with a large fief and many industries, he is really rich, a big fat sheep!

"It's okay." Zi Sanye heard the calmness in his niece's words, which didn't seem to be fake, and immediately relaxed, "You have been wronged today, hurry back to the house to rest." ”

"Good. Thank you, Uncle San. ”

Zi Qianmo has a good impression of the handsome uncle in front of him, so he is naturally very polite.

After she returned to Mochen Pavilion, she immediately took out the money bag that came from Ren Jing's body, and began to count the loot—five hundred silver beads, a piece of crimson glass jade, and three talismans, a bottle of elixir, and a wooden card, and the receipt was not small.

Although she is the seventh lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, her parents died early, she has no dantian, and she is a waste, so she only has five silver beads per month.

This is completely insufficient.

According to the memory of the original owner, Miss Seven was not only not poor, but very extravagant, and liked to go shopping, clothes, jewelry, rouge and gouache, etc., bought a lot, and every time she kept accounts, the final bill would be sent to the Purple Mansion.

The original owner always thought that it was the uncle of the Zi family who paid it off.

The third uncle himself is a medicine jar, and he lives in poverty, so he should not be able to afford to buy and buy as a loser like the original owner.

But in fact, the uncle of the Zi family has a bad relationship with the second and third masters of the purple family, and he is a half-father. He has always looked down on Ziqian Mo and dislikes it very much.

"It's Mo Yan."

Ziqian Mo already has the answer.

Bai Ze, a mythical beast, knows astronomy and geography and trivialities; Through the past, the future is known.

She is good at observing qi.

The so-called "qi" not only refers to the emperor's qi, but also includes blessing, wealth, rui, mildew, yin, and ghost.

Mo Yan's face, at first glance, is full of wealth.

Ziqian Mo said in his heart: Although he is my bodyguard on the surface, in private, he must already have his own industry and power, otherwise it is impossible to always easily help the original owner solve the trouble, and can afford the terrible bill of the original owner.