Chu Yi nodded, and still bowed to Jin Yuan gratefully and thanked him: "Miss Jin Yuan, thank you for your concern, it's very good here!"
"That's good……"
Jin Yuan nodded with confidence
Originally, she was worried that the whisk hanging in the house would have an impact on them!
But when it comes to whisk, Mingye smiled indifferently, swayed his fingers and said, "This thing can't hurt me!"
Jin Yuan asked in surprise: "Are you not a demon?"
Ming Ye's lips curled slightly, leaned against the wall and replied jokingly: "I am a monster, but I am a good monster, so of course the whisk of Taishang Laojun will not hurt me!"
Jin Yuan is sweating wildly. Nowadays, there are still people who claim to be a good demon...
This Ming Ye is really the best among demons!
"But this whisk cannot be wasted. Instead of putting it in this room, I think you, the little God of Wealth, might as well hang it to the emperor!"
Mingye added with a smile
Jin Yuan was shocked and stared at Ming Ye's charming eyes
She tried to see something from his eyes, but his eyes were chaotic
"Mingye, do you know something?"
Otherwise, why would he suddenly say that the whisk should go to Zhuo Bingshan?
She has not discovered Zhuo Bingshan's identity so far
Of course she didn't care what he was...
But the whisk is shining with golden light, and it is not only her who blesses...
Could it be that Ming Ye expected that something would hurt Zhuo Bingshan?
"What can I know?"
Ming Ye laughed carelessly, stretched out his finger and poked Jin Yuan's face, and smiled playfully, "Look at you, when you talk about that emperor, your whole person changed..."
Seeing Jin Yuan staring at her, Ming Ye put down his hand, turned around and took the teacup on the table, and leisurely poured himself a cup of tea.
It was not until a cup of tea that he said quietly: "Little God of Wealth, I will not say anything like those hypocritical gods in the heavens, and I can't understand anything..."
Speaking of this, Jin Yuan rolled her eyes again: "I am also a member of the heavenly realm, am I hypocritical too?"
"Little God of Wealth, you are different from them..."
Ming Ye smiled and patted her shoulder, put down the teacup, and a sighed overflowing from the corner of his slightly curled lips: "Zhuo Yanchong's identity is too special. He wants to harm him too much in the vast world!"