Then Nangong Xingchen couldn't help but exclaim, "What? A million godheads?!"

Hearing this, Lin Fan's heart chuckled, and a bad mood began to spread in the bottom of his heart, "This guy shouldn't be a hand-shaker, penniless poor man, right?!"

"If that's the case, then Lao Tzu will lose a lot this time!"

That's right.

The reason why Lin Fan fooled Nangong Xingchen so much was that he wanted to squeeze the last value of the Nangong family.

He not only wanted Nangong Xingchen to help him do things, but also wanted the inheritance of the Nangong family.

But now, when Lin Fan saw Nangong Xingchen hearing the price of one million godheads, he couldn't help but exclaim, which really didn't make Lin Fan think a little much.

It's just that it's obvious that Lin Fan is thinking too much at the moment.

When Nangong Xingchen saw Lin Fan's suspicious eyes, he knew that his newly recognized father had misunderstood what he meant.

So, he hurriedly explained, "Dad, don't look at me like this, my son just thinks a million godheads are enough?!"

"After all, medicinal herbs and everything are very expensive these days!"

It's just that when Nangong Xingchen said this, he was full of confidence.

It's almost no Lao Tzu, not bad money, and the words are written on the face.

And, after hearing Nangong Xingchen's words, Lin Fan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Of course, he wished that Nangong Xingchen was as rich as possible.

After all, the richer Nangong Xingchen is, the stronger his strength will be.

Therefore, when Lin Fan saw that Nangong Xingchen seemed to be a little floating, he immediately reminded him, "Of course one million is not enough, I asked you for one million to tell you that I need one million a day to stay alive in this form, otherwise I will fall into a deep sleep, understand?!"

"I see, a million a day without a problem!" After Nangong Xingchen heard Lin Fan's reminder, although he also sighed at this wonderful rule, he didn't say anything, but directly made a package ticket arrogantly, saying that money was not a problem.

After all, who is Lin Lao?

That's a guide who can heal and understand God.

As long as he messes with Lin Lao, he will not only be able to recover from his injuries at that time, but he can also join the dark night and become the dominant existence.

So, this million flowers resentment?

Naturally, there is no resentment.

Even in his opinion, being able to keep Lin Fan recovering for a million days is a matter of blood earning.

However.

What Nangong Xingchen didn't know was.

When he had this thought, he had already successfully fallen into the pit, and it was the kind that he could never climb out again.

After all, a ruthless capitalist like Lin Fan would not let go of such a high-quality leek.

"Well, as long as you can accept it, in that case, you can give me 20 million godheads first!"

"Huh?!"

"Do you want money now?!"

Suddenly hearing Lin Fan ask for money, Nangong Xingchen was suddenly a little confused.

It seems that some people didn't expect that they had recognized a father, how could they not get a penny of benefits, but this father asked him for money instead?

"Nonsense, don't you want to get out of here?!"

"Are you waiting to be discovered by that roc bird in the sky and then skin you alive?!"

Rumble!

As the saying goes, a word wakes up the person in the dream.

When Lin Fan's words landed, Nangong Xingchen instantly woke up and asked curiously, "Dad, is the purpose of your asking for money to help me leave?!"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? I'm a spirit body, I just need to protect myself every day this body is not extinguished, what do I need money for?!"

Hearing Lin Fan's impatient reprimand, Nangong Xingchen at this time suddenly felt that he was spending the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Thinking about it, the legend of Lin Lao is not spread in the tomb of the gods

It's been a day or two.

It seems that I really haven't heard of Lin Lao looking for someone to ask for a lot of money.

Come to think of it.

Nangong Xingchen didn't hesitate, he directly took out a storage ring from his arms and handed it to Lin Fandao, "Dad, there are two hundred million godheads here, have you seen enough?!"

"Oh, this old boy seems to be really in stock!"

Hearing Nangong Xingchen say that there were two hundred million godheads in the ring, Lin Fan couldn't help but praise Nangong Xingchen.

However, as an old driver, Lin Fan will definitely not spit out the money he gets.

Therefore, the moment he took the ring, Lin Fan said directly and sanctimoniously, "If there are 200 million, I can guarantee that you have a 30% chance of leaving alive!"

Wow.

Sure enough.

There is no one who does not care about their own life.

At this moment, as Lin Fan's words fell, Nangong Xingchen, who had just pretended to be arrogant, couldn't help but exclaim, "What? It's only 30 percent?!"

Hear this.

Lin Fan raised his head slowly, and asked rhetorically in a very flat voice, "You raised your head and looked at that guy flying in the sky, do you think thirty percent is less?!"

"I ......"

Faced with Lin Fan's question, Nangong Xingchen was silent the moment he raised his head.

Because he felt that he really didn't know how to lift up.

If you want to escape for your life in the hands of Kunpeng and a top powerhouse, where is the simple thing?

And he just recognized this dad but had a 30% chance of letting him leave safely, which is indeed a lot.

However, if this is an open business, 30 percent is 30 percent.

After all, it's a big deal if the business fails, and it's better to start all over again.

However.

This time he was running for his life, which was something that needed to be gambled with his life.

Not to mention 30 percent, even 99 percent, he is not at peace in his heart?

Therefore, Nangong Xingchen, who didn't dare to risk his own life, had to ask in a humble whisper, "Dad, if I add another two hundred million godheads, can I have sixty percent certainty of leaving here?!"

Faced with Nangong Xingchen's question, Lin Fan really wanted to say that the son can be taught.

However, as a ruthless capitalist, Lin Fan will not say the truest thoughts in his heart.

Even in order to make more money, he scolded against his conscience, "What do you want?! Do you think those two guys flying in the sky are muddy?!"

"Sixty percent, you dare to think so!"

Rumble!

was reprimanded by Lin Fan, and Nangong Xingchen was embarrassed at the moment.

But he also felt that his previous thoughts were indeed a little whimsical.

Life and death fighting, where can it be settled with money?

Isn't this a brain show?

Therefore, Nangong Xingchen just wanted to apologize.

But before his words could be spoken, he heard Lin Fan reply very unhappily, "At most, there can be forty percent, and the higher you improve, the more money you need, if you kid is really rich, I actually recommend that you use one hundred percent of the method to escape from here."

"Of course, if you don't have money, just don't say it, after all, life is in the world, nine times out of ten things don't go well, we all have to learn to get used to it, right?"