The night was long, and the stars were dim.

Song Ciwan left a little feeling with the paper man, and then floated back to Lai Mazi Alley.

Aunt Zhou left Lai Mazi Lane and walked farther and farther away, going in an unknown direction to find her daughter who she didn't know where.

Song Ciwan has not yet cultivated a clear divine sense, and he can't really follow Zhou Damiang's mind. But the paper soul puppet she left behind has her mark on it, and once Aunt Zhou encounters an irresistible crisis, the paper soul puppet will transform into a form to help.

With such a chance to use, the Paper Soul Golem has a total of three times.

After Song Ciwan returned to Lai Mazi Lane, he was looking for the next target tool man.

Just like Yan Hanzhang in the past, Song Ciwan was short of money at that time, so he looked for him. It's just that Yan Hanzhang is a one-off, and Song Ciwan is actually a little jealous of the complex background behind this person, so she only appears once, as long as there is a pot of gold.

As for the follow-up, will Yan Hanzhang continue to think about the nameless god in his heart, or when he encounters difficulties, will he ask the god for help again? Hey...... Then these are not about Song Ci's late business.

A hammer deal, you call out, I promise not to appear. That's it, oh...... No, it should be said that it is so stable!

What can you do with me?

At this moment, what Song Ciwan didn't know was that Yan Hanzhang, who successfully brought Dingfenglou back to life because of a monosodium glutamate formula, was really looking for her.

His sister has already taken the pregnant child Dan and is pregnant, and his Dingfeng Building has regained its former prosperity, and the status of their sister and brother in the Xu family has begun to rise sharply, and it is no longer the same as in the past.

But Yan Hanzhang still has one more trouble: he has no talent, he is a pseudo-reader!

In this world where great power belongs to itself, any trade-off of interests is ultimately vain. It can bring people temporary scenery, but it cannot bring stability for a lifetime.

Yan Hanzhang wants to gain talent and power.

He didn't want to be persuaded by his sister openly and secretly: "Ah Zhang, why don't you give the MSG formula to your brother-in-law?" He uses it, and it's not that you are not allowed to use it. Your brother-in-law said that he would exchange three shops in Dongshi with you, and he would give you two more bonuses when he turned around. ”

"Ah Zhang, has the god you worshipped reappeared recently? Is it because you are not religious enough that the Divine Dignity does not come? ”

"Ah Zhang, your brother-in-law has arranged a set of godly rituals for you......"

"Azhang ......"

Every sound, every sentence, made Yan Hanzhang more and more eager to gain strength.

What he didn't know was that when he was worshipping and praying for the gods to come down every day, the area around his residence was actually secretly surrounded by stalking masters.

The father and son of the Xu family in the innate realm have such a conversation: "What a nameless god! It must be a little god who cultivates the Incense Dao, who is just coaxing the Yan family boy under a false name. ”

"Catch this thief and force him to hand over the method of wishing power cultivation!"

"My son has now reached the fifth point, and if he can obtain the method of cultivating his willingness, his strength will definitely increase in a thousand miles."

"Those great sects, the children of the world, can open their minds at a young age to thirty-six, seventy-two, or even one hundred and eight! or on the list of all souls, or on the Kunlun Divine Monument, are they really that powerful? I'm not convinced! It's just that the resources are not equal! ”

In Suyang City, the Xu family is already a big family, but if you look at it in the entire Great Zhou, the little Xu family is just a weak ant crawling on the ground.

The people at the bottom are looking up at them, and they're looking up at the higher.

The human heart is like a ladder to the sky, there is no satisfaction, there is no end.

Song Ciwan was actually climbing upwards, she was walking in the shadows for a while, and heard someone muttering in a dream: "Big steamed buns, white-flour steamed buns, a lot, hehe...... I'm going to eat one and throw one away, and there's a hole to bury and bury it, and it will grow again tomorrow......"

Although the dream is ridiculous, the white-faced steamed buns can be satisfied.

Song Ci fell asleep in the evening and turned the Dafa upside down, waking the person up from the dream.

The white-faced steamed buns came to reality from the dream, and a basket, there were thirty of them, and they appeared in front of this person like this.

There was a scream in the darkness - it didn't come out.

A piece of wind stopped his mouth and nose, and an ethereal voice sounded in his ears: "I am even the Black Wind Divine Envoy under the throne of the Unknown Divine Venerable, and the Divine Venerable has mercy on the suffering, and ordered me to send food." Remember not to speak out, or there will be disaster......"

When the sound was far away and the wind was far away, the person who was hit by surprise trembled and fell to his knees.

yes, can't be quiet!

In Lai Mazi Lane, a place that is no different from a slum, thirty steamed buns are enough to make many people have evil thoughts.

The bloody scene after Sun Tuzi was killed is still spreading in the streets, who would dare to be careless in a short time?

The scales appeared, and there was an extra cloud of gas on the weighing pan.

[Human desires, joy, sorrow, fear, one pound and one tael, can be sold. 】

Song Ciwan smiled at this group and continued to swim.

In the east corner of Lai Mazi Lane, there is a dilapidated shack, and three young people about ten years old are crowded together in the shack.

There was an even younger one, who looked like he was only four or five years old, surrounded by three older children, but he was hot all over his body and his face was red, and he turned out to be burned and confused!

Now that winter is in the winter, the weather is cold, and several children in the hut lack clothes and charcoal, and at night, they are all freezing and unable to sleep.

The youngest one is even more directly frostbitten, and he can't get through this hurdle when he sees it!

The three eldest children were anxious, but helpless.

Someone cried out: "Brother Da Lin, is the grass going to be hopeless?" ”

"Brother Da Lin, otherwise you will sell me tomorrow, and I will just treat Cao'er if you sell me......"

The eldest child was called Dalin by familiar people, and at this time, the thin young man gritted his teeth and said in his heart: "What are you talking about, sell you...... How much money can you get for selling it? It's better to wait for tomorrow, tomorrow I have my own way! ”

As for what the method was, he did not know.

But that must not be a good idea.

What is the normal way for such a poor teenager to earn a lot of money in a short period of time?

The night wind blew through the cracks of the dilapidated shack, and Da Lin, who was thinking that he would inevitably walk into the abyss tomorrow, suddenly felt a slight trance in front of him.

An ethereal voice came to his ear with the wind: "Young man, I am even the White Wind Divine Envoy under the Throne of the Unknown Divine Venerable, and the Divine Venerable has mercy on you and other sufferings, and orders me to come to the rescue." Remember not to speak out, or there will be disaster......"

As this ethereal voice ended, the three teenagers who were still awake all saw a flower in front of them.

The next moment, a pile of things appeared in front of them out of thin air.

The most conspicuous thing is a tightly tied dark quilt, next to the quilt is a basket of black charcoal, and there is a basket next to the black charcoal, which is full of soft big steamed buns!

Above the steamed bun was a porcelain vase, the porcelain vase was simple and white, and another passage reached the ears of the three teenagers: "The elixir in the bottle can be sprinkled with a few drops to feed the sick." Remember, don't make a noise, or there will be disaster......"

The light sound is like a cool breeze, passing by the ears and disappearing.

The three children in the shack were left behind, looking at each other as if in a dream.

Song Ciwan left, taking away the three balls of qi.

[All things have spirits, they can be believed, and they can be sold if they are willing to be two catties and three taels. 】

[Human desire, joy, worry, surprise, two catties and seven taels, can be sold. 】

[Human desire, greed, worry, fear, one pound and one tael, can be sold. 】

Among the three groups of qi, one of them is actually willingness!