But I will be angry!
"Fifth Brother, hang these on your body in the most conspicuous place."
Chen He finished dressing herself up and when she looked up, she saw Wu Xie staring at her in amazement.
She forgot that Xuantian Sect is poor!
Wu Xie, who is possessed by the god of misfortune, is the poorest disciple in the poor sect!
He casually gave Wuxie three storage bags, which contained daily necessities. I wonder which poor monk Mokon killed to get them.
Give it to someone without shoes, and it will save them from taking up space.
“Junior Sister Shen means that we deliberately wait for others to rob us?”
Si Yuan actually understood what Chen He meant, and cooperated by dressing himself up, looking like someone who could be easily robbed.
"Not bad, not bad, it has a bit of an inside taste."
Chen He gave a thumbs up. The more he looked at Si Yuan, the more he looked like the stupid son of a landlord.
It's just like hanging a sign on his body that says: I have a lot of money, come and rob me!
Si Yuan: This girl is praising me...right?
Wuxie was speechless. He felt that he could not persuade these two people.
"But we are both in the Golden Core stage and have reached a high level of cultivation in the secret realm. Is it true that someone would come to rob us?"
Wu Xie asked weakly.
"Fellow Daoist Wuxie, we can suppress our cultivation to the middle stage of foundation building."
Si Yuan looked at Chen He and asked excitedly, "How about we be in the early stages of foundation building like you?"
Chen He: You look pretty, and you don’t look stupid when you’re doing your job, so why do you talk so annoyingly?
What happened to me in the early stage of foundation building?
Have you eaten your rice?
Wearing your fabric?
Is it necessary to be so heartbroken?
"casual."
Chen He restrained his smile and walked away angrily.
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