After going through all that, Ye Bai's wallet was bleeding!

Although He is greedy, He is not stingy, at least not stingy with the younger generation.

Xue Mengmeng has always received a lot of red envelopes.

The problem is... every year at this time, Xue Mengmeng is lining up outside the door, ready to wish Him a Happy New Year!

A more accurate way to put it is that someone severed the river of time, concentrating Xue Mengmeng's New Year's greetings from every year onto this one day!

Happy New Year, Uncle!

"Happy New Year, Uncle! What, you're not spending next year's New Year here? Great!"

"Uncle, hehe, my second grandfather brought me here."

"Uncle, uncle, please open the door! My third grandfather brought me here."

"......."

That day, Ye Bai remained silent, only giving out New Year's money.

This age has put a lot of pressure on Him, making it hard for Him to breathe.

Off-screen, Ying Jiu was laughing so hard he was practically rolling on the floor.

"That bastard! He's finally got what he deserves?!"

After the initial excitement, Yingjiu looked at Wuhen with a somewhat strange expression.

This guy is running on six legs, could he be hiding from Sun Ze's pursuit?

"Superficial fellow."

Wuhen didn't even glance to the side, and snorted coldly. He had his own reasons for rushing here so urgently!

"I've come to say just one thing to you."

Ying Jiu's expression hardened; he knew this was likely a serious matter and could not be taken lightly.

Wuhen held the sword with one hand and put the other behind his back, focusing his energy on his dantian.

If we disregard the fact that He was still standing on horseback, He was still quite dashing.

He solemnly spoke of that extremely important matter.

"Happy New Year."