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Chapter 550: Borrowing Money

The sky turned white, and the long night was over.

Dawn is coming.

Perhaps because of the frightening thunder, the fog that filled the night finally dissipated.

There is an earthy smell in the air, but it's not unpleasant.

On the road back to Sunshine Community, two figures walked side by side.

"How does it feel?"

Wang Jin smiled and asked softly.

He could tell that Wu Zhuo was in a bad mood and needed a divine messenger for psychological counseling.

It happened that Wang Jin also had something to say to him alone.

"feel good."

Wu Yun grinned with a somewhat forced smile and stretched out his hand to rub his gray eyes.

"To be honest, when I am with the doctor, what I am most worried about is that the girls will be bullied."

"I really didn't expect that I would be able to go back and see it one day."

"I am a short-sighted person. I am very happy if I can live well now."

The man spoke softly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised involuntarily.

"You know that's not what I asked."

The young man shook his head, a look of helplessness flashed across his pale face.

He can understand Wu Zhuo's emotions.

The situation at that time was too complicated and Wang Jin was not present.

All he could do was to ensure that Wu Zhuo would not turn into a corpse.

So Wuhu became something more special.

Vitality Pills, Zombie Blood, Green God Breath.

Under the simultaneous action of the three, Wu Zhuo's body was frozen at the moment of death.

Retains sanity, but goes crazy when there is no blood supply.

Not human, not zombie.

Injuries will not heal on their own, they are all maintained by Wang Jin's ancient god's aura.

According to Shi Baibai, he is now a living corpse.

However, precisely because of this ambiguous state, he did not lose the qualification to be one of the ten evil people.

Maybe when the aura of the ancient god is exhausted and Wu Zhuo completely turns into a zombie, new people with bad eyes will appear.

In other words, his life was firmly tied to the young man in front of him.

"This happened so fast, I actually feel like I'm dreaming even now."

The man smiled and turned to look at Wang Jin.

"Don't worry, I don't blame you."

"I took the initiative to participate in the evening plan, not to mention that this life should have been lost long ago."

"You should really see the doctor's expression at that time, ha..."

Wu Zhuo raised his eyebrows, as if he still had some unfinished thoughts.

"And if I can still be alive after this, I will actually make a lot of money."

He rubbed his eyes as he spoke, and when he raised his head again, his eyes had returned to normal.

The influence of the Eye of Juesheng has disappeared under the influence of the Green God's aura, but his movements are also a bit stiff because of this.

However, Wu Yan didn't pay attention, but raised his eyebrows at Wang Jin.

"Although it's a little strange to be like this, but...she won't dislike me."

"I am always happy when I am content, angel of God."

Wu Zhuo grinned, put his hands in his trouser pockets, then fumbled for his broken sunglasses and put them on his face.

He was a little embarrassed to say what he said next.

"It's a bit embarrassing to say it...I've been helping this and that for so many years, but I haven't saved any money."

Wu Hao sighed, and his tone suddenly became serious and sincere.

"Angel, thank you for lending me money."

The man pushed up his broken sunglasses and bowed to the young man in front of him.

Before the brutal fight, Wang Jin asked him what he wanted.

The flattered Wu Yun thought for a long time and chose to borrow money.

Even if I can't go back this time, I can still give her an explanation.

Although it was not a small amount, Wang Jin still agreed.

"That's your salary in advance."

The young man didn't say anything, he just smiled and shook his head, correcting Wu Zhuo's words.

"I won't send it to you at the end of the month."

"Okay... hmm?"

Wu Zhuo responded subconsciously, then froze on the spot.

"At the end of the month...that's one month's salary?"

He stared at Wang Jin and almost shouted.

Cults have salaries, which is outrageous in itself.

But the Plush Rong God Cult not only has a salary, but it’s also terrifyingly high.

This makes Wu Zhun wish he could stay here for the rest of his life.

He suddenly felt that he was a little disrespectful when he was chased by the red mask and screamed.

The treatment is so good, no fool would come here.

"I said, He appreciates you very much."

Wang Jin smiled and reached out to pat Wu Zhuo on the shoulder.

The eyes on his cheeks opened and the green god's breath passed through his palms.

Wu Zhuo's originally stiff body returned to normal.

"But there is a charge. I'll give you a friendly price."

"Hey... easy to talk, easy to talk."

Wu Zhuo's face was full of smiles and she was extremely happy.

With money, girls don't have to work so hard.

Maybe you can live the life you want in the future.

Of course he is happy.

Wang Jin is also happy.

Wu Zhuo's salary can be regarded as his own expenses when he goes on a mission.

The company reports.

As for the cost of injecting the green god's aura each time, Wu Zhuo paid it to Wang Jin from his own salary.

Take a small bite.

So the two of them happily returned to Sunshine Community, climbed up the stairs, and opened the door.

The smile on his face froze.

Wang Jin saw a messy room and two white shadows running around.

Bang!

"ah!"

Hu Xiaobei was kicked out by a claw and lay aside with tears streaming down his face, groaning.

She had been working hard all night and was already quite exhausted.

Coupled with the side effects of that pot of wine, the girl really couldn't get up for a while.

"I am coming!"

The madman jumped out of the kitchen, followed Hu Ling who had returned to her original form, and tried to hold her down with the pot in her hand.

It has to be said that the madman is quite agile.

Coupled with the advantage of playing at home, he quickly successfully captured the fox that was two circles smaller than Hu Xiaobei.

"Phew...it's done."

The madman wiped the sweat from his forehead and patted the iron pot.

In order to prevent Hu Xiaobei from destroying kitchen utensils again, this iron pot is specially made and is quite strong.

As long as you are not attacked head-on by an expert with a sharp weapon, there is basically no problem.

Unfortunately, Hu Ling just met these two conditions.

Then the iron pot began to tremble, making a scalp-numbing sound of metal friction.

The next second, the iron pot was torn to pieces by the sharp sword energy, and the white shadow jumped out of the gap.

He was still shouting happily.

"Ah ha! I am Hu Ling who can't be trapped!"

Then he tore up the sofa.

There is also a coffee table, air conditioner, and TV.

"The company reimbursed me, which is okay, okay."

Wang Jin rubbed his temples and tried to calm down.

He asked Hu Xiaobei to take Hu Ling home first, but he actually took this into consideration.

I just didn't expect the third son of the Hu family to be so noisy, and I couldn't catch him.

"Hey! Who is coming!"

Bai Ying bumped into Wang Jin who was standing at the door, shouting arrogantly.

"Look at me…"

The next second, the sound stopped suddenly.

Hu Ling, who was held by the neck, completely stopped moving, as if he suddenly fell asleep.

But he was still muttering something like "I'll deduct 10,000 points from you".

[Author's digression]: Ah, I caught a cold by blowing the air conditioner (lie down)

Everyone should use the air conditioner moderately. Don’t be like me. In addition, you should exercise more... (random thoughts)


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