Chapter 984 The Lord is Not Skilled at Sedating People's Hearts 48
After saying this, Song Jinhuan took half a step back and withdrew his palm.
The Emei sect leader felt utterly humiliated and hurriedly left with the medicine man.
The surrounding area was abuzz with discussion.
"Who is this person? He actually managed to defeat the Emei Sect Leader with a single palm strike!"
"The Emei sect leader is really something. Why did you provoke that young girl?"
"We who live in the underworld can't look down on people! We certainly can't think someone is incompetent just because they're young, and we can't bully them at will."
"Who exactly is this young girl? The man behind her doesn't seem like a simple person either."
"Why don't I recognize these two?"
"Could it be that you always kept your identity hidden when you were traveling the martial arts world?"
...
Wang Deren walked up to Song Jinhuan with a smile, cupped his hands and said, "Miss, I see you are quite skilled. Would you like to take two girls to serve you?"
Song Jinhuan glanced at the three women behind him and said, "Too expensive."
Wang Deren chuckled, "Don't you have a fiancé? Whatever you want, won't he buy it for you and make you happy?"
Song Jinhuan raised an eyebrow and asked directly, "Sowing discord?"
Wang Deren's face stiffened. How did this little girl end up in the martial arts world?
How could you be so direct?
He chuckled awkwardly, "How could that be? I just wanted to see if your fiancé was willing to make sacrifices for you."
Song Jinhuan was silent for a moment, then said, "You're right."
Then she reached out her hand to Yu Sheng, "Give it to me."
There's plenty of money in the territory.
He took out three silver notes from his sleeve and generously placed them in the girl's palm.
Song Jinhuan smiled and tossed them into the air.
Wang Deren also chuckled.
"Do you think he's willing to make sacrifices for me?" she asked.
Wang Deren's gaze followed the swaying banknotes. "I'm willing, I'm willing."
Song Jinhuan laughed even harder and put away the silver notes in front of the other party.
Wang Deren was stunned. "Miss?"
Song Jinhuan: "I won't buy it unless you give it to me for free."
Wang Deren: "..."
He'd been tricked.
Song Jinhuan grabbed Yu Sheng's arm and walked away. Only after they were far away from the crowd did she return the silver notes to him.
Yu Sheng glanced at it, then confiscated it, saying, "It's yours."
Song Jinhuan tilted her head to look at him, "I still have some on me."
Yu Sheng frowned slightly, and the red dot between his eyebrows became even more noticeable.
He thought for a moment and said, "When judging someone's contributions, we can't just look at the money they give."
"For some people, banknotes are like waste paper."
Song Jinhuan looked bewildered. "What does Asheng want to say?"
She seemed to not quite understand.
"If anyone tries to lure you with money in the future, you must not fall for it."
As Yu Sheng spoke, he lifted Song Jinhuan's hand and stuffed the silver note into her sleeve without saying a word.
"I still have a warehouse full of gold, all of which is yours. Even the current emperor doesn't have as much as I do."
"So, don't listen to that person's nonsense."
Song Jinhuan felt like she was a rich woman, having amassed a large fortune at a young age.
Chicken drumsticks! Ribs! All sorts of delicious food!
There's no worry about food at all!
"Don't worry, Ah Sheng, I won't be fooled by a few words."
Yu Sheng outwardly agreed that he was reassured, but whether he truly believed it was true or not was unclear.
In the middle of the night, someone suddenly pushed open the window of Yu Sheng's room.
In the darkness, the man suddenly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.
"Young Master~" a soft, sweet voice called out.
In the blink of an eye, the candlelight was lit, illuminating the room.
Yu Sheng sat on the edge of the bed, coldly watching the woman gradually approach. This woman was none other than Ju from the daytime.
What are you doing here?
Chrysanthemum: "Come and keep the young master company so he can relieve his boredom."
Yu Sheng suddenly sneered and asked, "How many steps did you take after landing?"
A sense of foreboding rose in Ju Xin's heart. "Five...five steps."
Yu Sheng gave a curt "oh" and said insincerely, "What a pity."
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