This is what the magic stick was waiting for, "I have a rose here in a vase. I kindly offer it to you in the room. I guarantee that you, old lady, will be able to hold your great-grandson smoothly..."
"this……"
Mo Zixiao became a little confused, "Can an ordinary rose have such a great function?"
"Old lady, don't underestimate this rose. It was made by chanting gold for seven or forty-nine days and receiving the aura of heaven and earth. It has the function of exorcising evil spirits!"
"How much?!!"
Xiahou Qiyang knew that the ultimate goal of these magic sticks was to defraud money, so when the magic sticks were talking proudly, he suddenly added this sentence.
"One hundred thousand yuan!!~~~~"
The magic stick's occupational disease caused him to blurt out, but he soon changed his words, "This is the price of your heart. People say that sincerity will lead to success, but for the sake of Miss Yiyi's fate with me, I won't accept you."
It’s my money, this flower is given to you for free…”
"Ah? How can this be done? The master saves the world and has great merits, but he is also a human body. How can he live without money?"
Mo Zixiao is becoming more and more convinced of this magic stick. Usually deceiving magic sticks only care about money, but with his tendency to not care about money, nine times out of ten it is true...
"Aunt Hong, go get 100,000 yuan in cash and give it to this master!"
Usually masters are worldly experts, and it is a bit difficult for them to cash out checks...
The magic stick's eyes lit up, but he quickly put back all the greed in his heart...
This is just the scene where he completed his mission. Su Qingyang's place is his cash machine. If Su Qingyang's affairs are ruined because of this little greed, not only will he not be able to get the follow-up money, but he may even lose his life.
It's possible to lose it...
After all, the murderous aura in Su Qingyang's eyes is not something that ordinary people can release...
"Old lady, Pindao helps people eliminate disasters. What matters is fate. Since Pindao is destined to the young master's mother, he must not be greedy for the old lady's money. You worship this flower so well. Pindao still
I have to rush to save others..."
After the magic stick handed the gorgeous rose into Mo Zixiao's hand, he turned around and left...
"Master, master..."
Mo Zixiao took the flower and called the magic stick several times. The magic stick just walked forward and had no intention of stopping...
By chance, Aunt Hong came up with 100,000 yuan and bumped into the magic stick. The magic stick stamped his feet and almost wanted to reach out to grab the 100,000 yuan in cash, but finally held back...