Shuiyu was shocked: How could she be so dizzy? As for the possibility of catching a cold or having high or low blood pressure, there was no need to consider it. She was now a seventh-level warrior and was not prone to colds. Her heart was good and her blood pressure was even less likely to have problems.
Then, the only possibility left is
Shuiyu looked at her father and saw the panic and guilt in his eyes.
She felt cold in her heart and looked at her father in disbelief: "Dad, have you drugged me?"
"Don't be afraid." Zhang Laojiu: "I just want you to work in coastal cities."
Go to work in coastal cities!
Shuiyu remembered, didn't Jiang Haidong also use this excuse to abduct dozens of people from his brigade and take them to be sold?
Her father sold her?
"You, give me the antidote quickly. How much money do you owe? I will pay it for you. I have money."
Zhang Laojiu shook his head: "You can't repay the money I borrowed. Just go work and help dad pay back the money. Even if you repay dad's favor of raising you."
Shuiyu also wanted to say that she was rich, and she had a lot of money, but her eyelids were so heavy that she could no longer hold on and fell down.
She thought that by practicing Qigong, she would be able to protect not only herself but also her family. She never imagined that her father would attack her as soon as she got home.
She wanted to say that she would help him pay off her father's debts, but she was speechless even before she could say the words.
Moreover, she knew that she had fallen into a trap, and I was afraid that someone had already opened a trap for her, waiting for her, because there were not many medicines that could confuse a seventh-level warrior like her. And her father would definitely not have it.
She hated herself, even though her master had reminded her, she still didn't pay attention to it. When she was on leave, her master saved her, but this time, her master was far away in Kyoto, who would save her?
She drifted off to sleep.
The car didn't arrive until the next morning, but Shuiyu was unconscious all the time. It wasn't until she got in the car that her brain woke up again. However, it was her brain that was awake. Her body couldn't move, and she couldn't even open her eyes.
Come.
When Zhang Laojiu and another woman helped their daughter get into the car, they left behind her baggage. The baggage was filled with Shuiyu's clothes and gifts bought to honor her parents. Zhang Laojiu searched and found nothing in it.
Divide money.
And Shuiyu only had more than ten yuan in her pocket.
Zhang Laojiu muttered: "She only had more than ten yuan, and she lied to me that she was rich. Fortunately, I didn't believe her."
What Zhang Laojiu didn't know was that his daughter was really rich, and a lot of money.
Because Shuiyu first thought that he was rich and needed money to make his family live a good life. Secondly, he also thought that he would need money to collect antiques this month after returning home, and withdrawing money from Da Mian Township was too conspicuous.
So she withdrew 100,000 yuan in cash in Kyoto and put it in her treasure bag. The treasure bag that originally only contained the elixirs and spiritual fruit tools given to her by the master was bulging with the 100,000 yuan in cash.
It was easy for Shuiyu to get the money. She made the rope hanging the treasure bag a little longer and reached into her clothes from below to pinch the treasure bag and take it out.
But Zhang Laojiu doesn't know how to use this treasure bag. Moreover, the treasure bag given by Mengyu to the named disciple can also be recognized as the owner. Unless the person dies, no one else can use it.
Therefore, although Shuiyu carried a large amount of cash with her, Zhang Laojiu could only get a dozen yuan that she casually put in her pocket.
After selling his daughter, Zhang Laojiu gave her away and went back humming a tune.
Someone pulled him and asked, "Lao Jiu, where did your daughter go when she just came back?"