When Mrs. Yu saw that Ye Xinran was about to leave, she asked in confusion.
Ye Xinran froze and said awkwardly, "I just became your disciple. I'm a little too happy! I must take the Mo Ju!"
In fact, she had already become a disciple, so she no longer had to complete the tasks assigned by Master Yan, so she simply forgot about Mo Ju.
"Then I'll take it!" Ye Xinran said with a smile on her face, "I'll return it tomorrow!"
"No hurry!" Madam Yu was very happy to have accepted a disciple. She waved her hand and said, "Go back quickly! Come find me when you have time!"
Ye Xinran nodded, picked up the flowerpot, pointed the tip of the sword, and was about to leave.
Old Madam Yu frowned, and a leaf flew out from her fingertips and hit Ye Xinran's knee.
"Keep this part straight, don't shake!" Old Madam Yu frowned. "Keep your body steady. Don't shake!"
Ye Xinran lost her balance and fell down. She almost landed on her face. She cried in her heart, "You're starting to teach me now! Why didn't you tell me in advance?"
"Bang!" Before Ye Xinran could react, Mo Ju fell to the ground and smashed into pieces.
She was startled, and her heart was shaking. It was over! It was broken! Mr. Yan would definitely fight her to the death! Although she didn't know why Mr. Yan cared so much about a pot of black chrysanthemum.
Madam Yu narrowed her eyes, walked forward, turned over Mo Ju, and saw that there seemed to be something in the soil, which seemed to be an oil paper bag.
Ye Xinran and Wu Neng also looked over curiously.
Old Madam Yu opened the oil-paper package.
Inside... there was actually a thick stack of banknotes...
One, ten, twenty...
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