Su Tian frowned, and his eyes crossed a cold light.

He is a star with a lot of fans, and he has always been rich and has a very high emotional intelligence.

Never take the initiative to offend people.

Who is so ruthless?

Actually killed him!

Is it black powder?

"Fourth sister, I really don't remember who I offended."

"Think about it."

Su Mian said, she took out her mobile phone to open the collection code, and handed it to him:

"Third brother, we Taoists talk about cause and effect."

"I saved your life with a talisman just now, you have to give me money."

Su Tian was stunned for a few seconds, and he smiled heartily.

"Okay, Fourth Sister."

Money.

He's the most.

Su Tian was ready to transfer 100,000 to Su Mian.

However, the transfer page reminds that:

Limit 5000.

Su Tian looked at her with some surprise:

"You don't have a bank card bound to WeChat?"

Su Mian looked up innocently:

"I don't have a bank card."

She has been in the Taoist temple.

Usually if you need money, you can ask the master directly.

You don't need a bank card at all.

When Su Tian heard this, a touch of pity appeared in his delicate eyes.

I don't even have a bank card.

Over the years, the fourth sister must have had a hard time.

No way.

He could only transfer her five thousand first.

"When I get home, I'll take you to get a bank card, and I'll transfer the rest of the money to you."

Su Mian looked at the five thousand yuan and narrowed his eyes:

"That's enough money."

Usually, the master does errands for the villagers in the village, and he collects up to five hundred.

He only collects more when he comes to serve the people in the city.

Su Mian received the money and immediately transferred four thousand to Xiao Maitreya.

She kept a thousand for herself, just in case.

Little Maitreya received the transfer and his eyes widened in shock.

Four after four zeros!

The little senior sister only left for less than half an hour, and she earned four thousand?

No wonder, the master always said before his death:

"Your little sister, she is different from you, she will be one of the richest women in Kyoto in the future."

He's got to hold on to his thick thighs!

Su leaned away for a while, and he turned his head to look at Su Mian:

"Fourth sister, I have to pick up the ninth master first."

"He has something to do with our dad, and we just happened to be on the way."

Su Mian has no opinion:

"Okay."

Ten minutes later, the black car stopped steadily in front of a café.

At the door, Lu Yi, an assistant and bodyguard, pushed Fu Jiuyuan forward.

In the wheelchair, the man is dressed in a black suit, and the shirt on his chest is slightly open, revealing a delicate collarbone.

He wears a pair of sunglasses, and his resolute handsome face is handsome and indifferent.

Despite being in a wheelchair, it can't hide his innate temperament.

Su got out of the car and paced in front of Fu Jiuyuan, with a look of awe:

"Ninth Master."

Fu Jiuyuan raised his chin slightly and said lightly:

"Hmm."

Soon, the two helped Fu Jiuyuan into the back seat, and the wheelchair was placed in the trunk.

Su Mian turned her head sideways, and she looked at the man beside her with a surprised face.

The man's facial features are superior, and the twelve palaces on his face are also top-matched.

Career Palace, one word, Wang!

Children's Palace, fate is deep, and it will definitely become a weapon!

The husband and wife palace is smooth and flat, the lines are scarce, the main spouse is smart and virtuous, and the husband and wife live happily!

This physiognomy.

It's the best living she's ever seen!

It's the best!

But.

The man's face was gloomy, and there was a slight gloom in the hall.

Something is wrong......

Su Mian glanced at his legs.

She pinched her fingers, made a move, and her face was slightly condensed:

"This gentleman, you are so miserable, you can live for four months at most."

When the words fell, Fu Jiuyuan slowly turned his head sideways, and his black eyes floated with a different color.

When Su Tian heard this, he almost didn't grasp the steering wheel.

Good boys.

The temper of the ninth master is notoriously poor.

Especially after he had a leg problem a year ago, I heard that his temper was getting more and more weird.

In Kyoto, the cousin of the ninth master had to take a detour when he saw him.

Whoever his sister provokes, he can cover for her.

Why did you provoke this Buddha?

"Ninth Master, this is my sister, I just took her back to the Su family today."

"She doesn't understand the rules and said the wrong thing, please don't blame her for the ninth master."

Lu Yi looked at Su Mian dissatisfied, and said in a deep voice:

"Miss Su, you can eat more, and you can't talk nonsense."

Fu Jiuyuan glanced at Lu Yi, and a cold glow appeared in his eyes.

Lu Yi trembled and shut up in recognition.

Fu Jiuyuan's gaze fell on Su Mian again.

The girl's face is round and white and tender, with a little baby fat, but her facial features are extremely delicate.

She frowned, as if she had encountered some big problem.

It seemed to sense that he was looking at her.

She lifted her face and met his gaze boldly.

The round eyes, untainted by the world, stared straight at him, as if they were seeking something.

Fu Jiuyuan glanced at the rune paper exposed in her backpack, and his thin lips opened slightly:

"How do you know? See? ”

Su Mian blinked, and it was clear in an instant.

Seemingly.

She guessed right!

This man, although it is the emperor's order, is now a beggar's luck!

If you can survive this time, you will definitely be the best among the dragons and phoenixes in the future!

If not, I'm afraid I'll die.

"I've been in the Northern Genocia before, and I know a little about fur."

Fu Jiuyuan raised his eyebrows, and he said in a deep voice:

"You think I'm cursed, too?"

Su Mian glanced at his legs, then at his hands, and his face condensed slightly:

"It's not a curse, it's a stabbing soul."

Assassination?

In the driver's seat, Su Tian slowed down and listened to the conversation between the two behind him.

In the quiet car, Su Mian's voice was soft and glutinous:

"If you are under a curse, your whole body should only hurt your legs."

"But now you have a leg problem and can't walk properly."

"If you're not mistaken, every time you have a pain, your palms and head hurt badly, right?"

A hint of surprise appeared in Fu Jiuyuan's dark eyes.

Truly.

Everyone thought he just had a problem with his legs.

Few people know that when he was in excruciating pain, the attack was in the palms of his hands and head.

"Soul stabbing is a sorcery?"