This thin holy servant, braving the heavy rain, looked at the silver blooming everywhere, his eyes were red and his heart was beating when he saw it, and he kept licking his lips. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was restraining his eager hands and feet, and there was little use. The habit that has been cultivated over the years, but when you see a large amount of treasure, you can't move your footsteps.

The most important thing is that the little ghost in front of him is clearly tempting him.

Because of this, he forcibly endured until now. He always felt that Yingchen's behavior was a little abnormal, and when they met for the first time, he didn't say a word, but he seemed to know him well.

This feeling is quite uncomfortable, and in the midst of greed, there is still a trace of panic.

But he said it for granted, and it seemed to be his own crankiness.

......

Ying Chen sighed lightly, and found that this holy servant had not yet been hit, but his concentration was quite good, slightly exceeding his expectations.

In this way, seeing that the other party didn't want it, he began to put away the silver around him one by one, and shook his head while collecting it: "You people here, it's really weird. This is a kindness from this son, it's just that he doesn't have a hot face and a cold ass. ”

The thin servant listened and was stunned, with his years of experience, he could hear that the other party's words were not fake.

He looked around, seeing that Yingchen was cleaning up the silver faster and faster, gritted his teeth, and couldn't help but open his mouth anymore: "Stop... You stop ......."

Ying Chen turned a deaf ear and continued to clean up, clearing a quarter of it at once.

"Damn, stinky little ghost, this holy servant told you to stop!" the thin holy servant seemed to be in a hurry, and scolded with red eyes.

His previous thoughts were still the same as usual, he wanted to wait for the time when Yingchen came to the temple to get cultivation, and then it was not too late to blackmail.

But just after thinking about it, I realized that it was wrong. The other party was able to forcibly restore his cultivation, why did he forget about it.

A day is counted as twelve hours, and forty-nine hours are four days later. But it only took one day for the other party to recover one-third of his cultivation, and if he didn't blackmail him now, there might not be time to meet again.

At least not in the temple.

He patted the door of his head, and found that he had almost missed the opportunity, so he quickly fell to the ground, glanced at the people in the inn, and frowned a little.

"Don't be afraid, Holy Servant, they are just my friends, and there are no outsiders here. Ying Chen said meaningfully, and finally stopped cleaning up.

The thin servant did not find the killing clone, and such anti-heaven methods had long been hidden in the dining hall by Ying Chen's body.

Qingyue was holding the little bun, and Tang Mingzhe was lying on the table and pretending to be dead, all of which created a quiet atmosphere with tacit understanding.

The vigilance of the thin servant was reduced to a minimum, and only then was he relieved.

There are some things that outsiders can hearsay, and they can follow the crowd, but they can't see it with their own eyes.

Everything must have a degree, and it cannot be exceeded, even as a noble servant.

He understands these things very well, otherwise it would be impossible to get into the mix.

The thin holy servant came to Ying Chen's side, coughed dryly, and said, "How did you recover your cultivation?"

"Well, I don't understand that. "Ying Chen is telling the truth, he really doesn't understand.

"Tsk, that's it, but these silver alone are not enough," the thin servant pointed to the five thousand taels of silver left on the ground, not satisfied.

Even if he didn't get the answer he wanted, it was nothing, as long as he had enough money, everything was easy to say.

Harmony is precious, and wealth is the main thing.

Ying Chen comprehended, did not speak, just shook his sleeves, and shook out five thousand taels of silver again.

In total, it was a whole ten thousand taels of silver, a piece of silver, shining brightly, all from Zhao Tiezhu's storage bag.

The thin servant looked stunned, his guess was really good, the young man in front of him was either rich or expensive.

It's just that ten thousand taels of silver still can't make him really satisfied, that is, he came in person, not to mention blackmailing the other party, but no matter what, he has to make himself satisfied first.

Although, he was never satisfied, after all, greed is infinite.

Ying Chen smiled, glanced at the ten thousand taels of silver that spread all over the courtyard, and said softly: "Holy servant, you better accept it first, otherwise, it will be too conspicuous." ”

The thin servant nodded and agreed, but then thought about it, if he accepted it now, wouldn't it be too obvious to ask for it again.

In his hesitant breath, Ying Chen spoke again: "I won't run again, my attendant's cultivation has not been restored, and I will have to go to the temple to get it after seven hundred and forty-nine hours."

What are you worried about?"

The thin servant was stunned for a moment, glanced at the beautiful and moving Qingyue, and almost forgot about it, he suddenly found that his memory was getting worse and worse.

But at the same time, he gradually appreciated Yingchen, since the other party had 10,000 taels of silver, he was naturally not afraid of another 10,000 taels, and he would not avoid him in the future.

On the contrary, his concerns seem a little petty.

I think he has been a holy servant for ten years, and he has seen not thousands, but nearly hundreds.

For his blackmail, most of them resisted and even scolded.

A small number of generous monks also had a bad attitude and a bad tone.

Even if there are some sycophants who are sycophants, they are either shy in their pockets or only have a small fortune.

Only winning dust is an exception.

Not to mention that he is extraordinary, he also takes the initiative to show goodwill, and he thinks about him everywhere, whether it is true or false, he is very useful.

After all, no outside monk had ever been so unhurried.

and dealing with people, they are extremely sophisticated, so that people can't find thorns.

Getting along with smart people is really happy, and you don't need to say much, you will have a heart.

With these thoughts, the thin servant smiled, and rolled up the ten thousand taels of silver on the ground. In terms of attitude, it is obviously much better.