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Chapter 84 How Much?(1/2)

Aunt Lan...

The little magic stick looked at the face of the white-haired woman in front of him, his eyes blank.

He can swear!

He has never seen two people look so alike!

Even though the little girl in front of her is only in her teens, her face vaguely matches hers!

This made the little magic stick unable to help but fall deeply into memories...



Sea of ​​fire.

The sky was filled with fires, violent flames, jumping sparks, bright and noisy streets.

"Chase!"

"Don't let her get away!"

"This woman's head is worth a lot of money!"

The little magic stick poked his little head out of the corner, looked at these low-level assassins holding big swords, and narrowed his eyes.

Then he looked around miserably, and then pulled his body back.

Yue Lan was running desperately at this time, with big drops of sweat falling down her cheeks.

The pursuers behind her are still chasing after her. As a woman, she can delay it for such a long time, which is already good!

She didn't look behind her.

Anyone with a little bit of brains knows that the people behind you have been chasing you!

If you have time to look back, why not take a good look at the road to prevent yourself from falling!

And just when she passed a corner, a little head stretched out a hand, stopped her, and waved to her.

"Come this way!"

"Who are you?"

Yue Lan was a little hesitant when she saw this, not sure whether she should listen to him or not.

"Hurry! Otherwise it's too late!"

The little magic stick became a little anxious, and anxiously grabbed Yue Lan's arm and pulled her in.

Then a dusty wooden board slowly rose up, covering the junction of the two houses, making it look inconspicuous at all.

"Damn it, where have you been?"

"She actually let her run away!"

"She didn't fall down? It's unreasonable!"

"Forget it, let's go find those two brats quickly!"



A gentle-looking woman sat beside the wooden bed, gently touching the windmill in her hand, and a smile appeared on her face unconsciously.

The little magic stick burst into the door with an excited face, holding a roast chicken in his hand.

"Aunt Lan, I bought it. Let's eat chicken tonight!"

The woman put away the windmill, stood up, smiled and touched his head.

The little magic stick's face turned slightly red. He had never felt this way before.

His mother died when he was born.

Aunt Lan made him feel the subtle feeling of having a mother.



"Aunt Lan, where are you going?"

The little magic stick looked at the woman and said with a reluctant expression.

The woman chuckled and touched his head: "I want to find my child. Please stop cheating and kidnapping me in the future."

The little magic stick looked disappointed.

The woman smiled softly, knelt down and pinched his cheek.

"At least you have to lower the price! Otherwise you will starve to death!"

"Take care of yourself, Aunt Lan is leaving."

He stood up and touched his head again. The woman's figure gradually faded.

The little magic stick raised his head, wiped the tears from his face, and looked firm.

"Aunt Lan, I can change your destiny even without using the magic of heaven!"



There is a lot to think about, but time flies by.

The little magic stick suddenly came back to his senses from his daze.

He looked at the broken gold in the bowl with a strange look on his face.

Are you treating me like a beggar?

I am a fortune teller!

Not a beggar!

The little beggar...the little magic stick came to his senses and wanted to pick up the broken gold in the bowl.

"Hmph, I really made a mistake. I thought you were a cripple, but it turned out that you have hands and feet instead of working, and instead came to beg!"

Qingzhu snorted coldly, then bent down and ruthlessly picked up the broken gold in the bowl.

Just now this little magician was meditating on the ground. Qingzhu thought he was a cripple, but he didn't expect that this guy was actually a normal person with hands and feet!

Normal people don't go to work and come here to be beggars!

Qingzhu also saw the words hanging on the small magic stick.

But he felt that compared to fortune telling, the bowl placed in front of the little magic stick was the main business.

The little magic stick just wanted to pick up the broken gold and return it to Qingzhu.

But she found that Qingzhu's movements were faster than hers.

"..."

Damn it, didn’t you just want to give me money?

Is there any reason to take it back?

The corner of the little magic stick's mouth twitched, and his heart was extremely confused.

Qingzhu ignored him.

He rolled his eyes and left.

Those who have hands and feet but don’t work are mostly lazy people! There’s nothing to be pitiful about!

"Alas! Don't go!"

The little magic stick subconsciously wanted to call her to stop.

Qingzhu ignored it, quickened his pace, and disappeared into the crowd.

The little magic stick frowned slightly, sighed, and then glanced at the abacus in his hand...



Lu Jiu, who had just left Nie Qinglong's residence, suddenly remembered and reacted, and paused in his steps.

Then he slapped his head.

"Oh no, I still owe Miao Xiaowen a lot of money. If I go to the escort agency empty-handed, I will definitely be beaten to death by Miao Xiaowen!"

Lu Jiu said with a depressed look.

He is still a huge liability and owes Miao Xiaowen a lot of money.

And the salary he makes as an escort is not enough for him to spend on himself!

So the money I owe can only be said to be more and more.

Lu Jiu himself has no money.

But Qinglong Pavilion is rich!

Those who work in intelligence can make huge profits!

Lu Jiu touched his chin, turned his head, and walked into Nie Qinglong's mansion again.
To be continued...
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