Moreover, spiritual coins themselves are a kind of cultivation resource.

"No, no objection, but I hope you can swallow this money."

Li Chenghe was furious, took two deep breaths, and spoke coldly.

He overestimated Su Wen's IQ.

Although he was beaten, his father was extremely demeanor and might not have been skeptical about Su Wen.

But if you ask for money when you open your mouth, your father can't bear it.

I will never give up until I am crippled.

"Since you insist on seeking death, then die."

Li Chenghe snorted coldly in his heart and shouted to a Su family: "Go to the city lord's mansion! Please come to my father!"

The Su family was stunned, looked at Su Wen, nodded when he saw him, and ran out like an amnesty.

A group of Su family members were speechless and wanted to mock a few words, but they didn't dare.

I can only stand there and watch with my eyes coldly.

"I have never seen such a stupid person! This is to offend the city lord's mansion to death. Who will die if you don't die?!"

Su Che sneered repeatedly, holding his hands in his chest to watch the show.

Once Su Wen dies, he may be able to recover the losses of the spiritual medicine.

"You! Alas, it's cold."

Su Lie squatted on the ground, sighed, and prayed in his heart that Su Yingying would bring the rescue back quickly.

As long as Su Yingying's father is willing to smooth things over, the City Lord's Mansion will punish Su Wen at most, and he will not kill him.

"Su Che, bring a few medicinal herbs, I want it for free! Get a medicine jar by the way."

Su Wen glanced at Su Che who was watching the show with his chest in his arms, and found out the pen and ink, and wrote a list of medicinal materials.

"Su Wen! Don't go too far. Can the Su family's losses be counted on me?"
Chapter completed!