The girl walked into the study, stared at Ye Xiu, and said in a slow but firm tone: "I want to marry you."
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became quiet and strange.
After a few seconds, Yang Shu reacted and took the girl's hand: "Daughter, what are you talking about?"
"I'm not talking nonsense. I swore a long time ago that if anyone can cure me, even if it's an 80-year-old man, I will marry him."
Ye Xiu smiled: "No, I'm not interested in you."
After saying that, he was leaving.
The girl stopped him: "I'm serious. My father is my only daughter. If you stay with me, all his property will be yours."
Yang Shu's face turned black. This little cotton-padded jacket had serious air leakage!
Ye Xiu patted her head: "The most important thing you should do now is to have a good rest and take good care of yourself. I'm leaving."
After saying that, he spared the girl and walked outside, starting to make plans in his mind.
Including the house on hand, he has made more than 800 million.
Basically a sure win.
And now not even one day has passed, and there are still six days to come.
The spirit fish also returned with a message to Ye Xiu.
...
At the gate of a certain high-end villa, a pale-faced Qingye walked out of it.
He staggered, holding on to his waist as he walked.
He contacted several rich women, took drugs and other things, and played very excessively and pervertedly.
This also resulted in Qingye, who could only use a mortal body, almost being hollowed out.
Everything he saw now was pitch black.
But the harvest was also huge, and I earned 20 million in a few hours.
Qingye thought to himself: "Now, I should be almost equal to him, right? After all, I almost made over 100 million today."
When Ruoshui didn't send any more news, Qingye thought that Ye Xiu wouldn't make any more money in the future, and felt relieved.
Behind, several fat women wearing translucent pajamas leaned against the door and waved their hands at Qingye: "Brother, are you coming tomorrow?"
Qingye shuddered and recalled the previous scenes.
As tyrannical as he was, he felt fear in his heart, quickened his pace, and left as if fleeing.
...
Ye Xiu randomly found a hotel and spent five hundred yuan to stay.
Until this matter is over, I will not contact anyone else for the time being.
Ruoshui saw that Ye Xiu had only opened one room, and immediately looked at him warily: "What are you doing? Do you have any evil intentions against me?"
Ye Xiu chuckled: "You're overthinking it. I live in this room myself. If you want to live in it, you have to pay for it."
"I... have no money..." Ruoshui's voice suddenly softened, and he lowered his head, a little embarrassed: "And I don't have an ID card. Big brother, can you take me in for one night?"
"Sorry, you can't." Ye Xiu pointed to a big tree outside: "You are a bird, so it makes sense to live in a tree. Go ahead, you don't have to spend money there."
After saying that, he went back to the room, leaving the little girl messy in the wind.
Go back to the room, there is a computer here.
Ye Xiu projected some emails received from the Medicine Sect on his watch and slowly browsed them.
Mainly regarding the progress of weapons production, Lu Xueer and Xia Xiuxiu came over.
Among them, what Ye Xiu is most concerned about is how many weapons have been produced so far.
After browsing all the emails, Ye Xiu had a faint smile on his face.
Progress was faster than I expected.
There are now 800,000 fifth-generation Black Dragon mechas, and they also use lightsaber technology.
They are all equipped with artificial intelligence systems and are uniformly controlled by the spiritual brain.