"Since Fellow Daoist Shen has proven that he has nothing to do with the Demon King, there is no need to worry about the previous matters. As for the betrothal gifts, this young city lord will communicate with the demon tribe to decide how to deal with them."
Si Yuan's words were telling Shen Rongrong not to take advantage.
Shen Rongrong felt so frustrated that she wanted to vomit blood. Those were all hers, hers!
"Young City Lord, there's no need to tell me this. Since I have no intention of marrying the Demon King, the betrothal gift naturally has nothing to do with me."
Shen Rongrong said generously.
But every time she uttered a word, her heart was cut.
It’s so fucking heartbreaking!
The wealth I had earned was gone just like that!
Master Yaoyang nodded with satisfaction. He was worthy of being his disciple. He was not blinded by wealth and had vision.
"Rongrong is right. Although the betrothal gifts are from the demon tribe, they have been brought to Wuwang City after all. How to deal with them is naturally the decision of Wuwang City."
Master Yaoyang didn't know how much the betrothal gift was, otherwise even as rich as he was, he wouldn't be able to remain so calm.
Shen Rongrong lowered her head, afraid that her emotions would show.
Si Yuan was very satisfied with the master and disciple's words, and deliberately said: "In this case, I would like to trouble Fellow Daoist Shen to give the betrothal gifts list to this young city lord so that it will be convenient for me to check it."
Chen Rongrong: You're killing me! I've already put away everything, so don't I have to spit it all out?
As expected, those who are on good terms with Shen He are all her nemesis!
Chen He, who was tortured in his heart by Chen Rongrong, was now lying on the top of the mountain, watching the demons arguing over how to deal with the demon king.
"This won't do! If we delay any longer, they'll catch up with us."
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