Chapter 86 I'll Give You a Tombstone
Wang Dabao waved his hand dismissively, "That's not the point. Ru Hua, what are you trying to say?"
Jiang Xianwan stared into his eyes, "Dabao, let's split the reward in half."
"A bounty?" Wang Dabao was puzzled for a moment, then his eyes darted around. He stared at Jiang Xianwan for a full ten seconds before excitedly slamming his hand on the table again. "How come I didn't think of that!"
After filming, he lowered his voice furtively and gave a sly smile, "There are also four disciples from the Eternal Sect going to the Taixu Sect, so..."
Jiang Xianwan pinched his mouth shut, "Baby, go ahead."
Those who can operate in the black market are, as you can imagine, all shrewd and capable individuals.
Moreover, this is the southern border, so naturally we are not afraid of the northern border.
Wang Dabao nodded repeatedly, "Ruhua, you are truly my lucky charm."
He rubbed his hands together awkwardly, fidgeting, and said, "I'll just give you half of it, that's too much. I'll take 100,000."
"Get lost! I haven't even thanked you for helping me out." Jiang Xianwan chuckled, learning everything incredibly quickly. "Why are you being so polite with me?"
Wang Dabao was deeply moved. His expression changed suddenly, and he said solemnly and earnestly, "Ruhua, I, Wang Dabao, am determined to be your friend. If you ever need anything in the future, just let me know. Don't be shy."
This little girl looks young, but she's incredibly resourceful and decisive. She's also loyal and righteous, which makes even a seasoned veteran of the black market, like him, develop a fondness for her.
"Okay." Jiang Xianwan didn't stand on ceremony with him.
Wang Dabao resumed his usual carefree grin, waved his hand impatiently, and said, "I'll send someone to take down that notice right now!"
What if we arrive too late and someone else has already thought of it?
That's a million spirit stones!
Seeing Wang Dabao run off like the wind, Xiao Zi nudged Jiang Xianwan: You're so mean.
However, it likes it.
Jiang Xianwan remained silent.
Lin Qingran had received a severe beating and would certainly need to recuperate for a few more days. It seemed that her injuries had largely healed by now, and she would soon be leaving the Taixu Sect.
She doesn't mind causing the female lead a little trouble.
She's not stupid; every time the female lead looks at her, that fleeting chill is like a razor blade.
After collecting the debt, Jiang Xianwan tied her loose hair into a high ponytail, then changed into a men's black robe and a clown-like mask.
She hadn't forgotten the few small fish that were following behind her, squatting outside the library.
It's not that I can't beat them, it's just that I find it too troublesome.
Jiang Xianwan was already tall and slender; even from behind, he looked every bit the dashing young man.
She possesses a powerful aura of coldness and aloofness that makes people hesitant to approach her.
Looking from the front...
Xiao Zi poked her chest.
"You scoundrel!" Jiang Xianwan slapped it away hard, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and slowly walked away in front of the fish as more customers arrived.
After leaving the bookstore and turning into another alley, I was drawn to a disheveled old man with tattered clothes.
Jiang Xianwan paused for a moment.
The old man sat cross-legged on the ground, with a broken bowl that leaked water in front of him. He was gesturing wildly as he passionately addressed the passersby.
"Hello, I am the messenger of Heaven! I was preparing to descend to the mortal realm to find a destined person to save this world, but I was knocked down by a strange energy!"
"Yes! I didn't actually die; I've been in a deep sleep. I encountered a really, really bad dog before. It harmed my body, drained my immortal power, and threw me into a spacetime rift."
"Now that I have been resurrected, I can save the world as long as my immortal power is restored. Therefore, I urgently need some money. If you give me 5,000 spirit stones to help me find the destined person and successfully avenge myself, I will give you a great merit and appoint you as a god after saving the world."
Pedestrian on the street: "..."
Jiang Xianwan: "..." I'm talking about the Heavenly Dao!
It's outrageous that he opened the door for his mother.
Just as she was about to turn and leave, the old man excitedly called out to her, "Wait!"
A sword, which had been wallowing in self-pity and lamenting its fate, suddenly shuddered: "Grandpa's here!"
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
Blocking out the sounds from inside the mustard seed bag, he stopped and turned around. "Were you calling me?"
"Yes! It's you!"
The old man scrambled to his feet and rushed to Jiang Xianwan, giving him a thorough once-over.
Jiang Xianwan didn't move, letting him look at her.
The old man stroked his non-existent beard with feigned nonchalance, "Strange, why do I have a feeling that I've seen you before?"
"Could this be the legendary fate?"
Jiang Xianwan: "..." Is this fate that requires money?
"I am."
“You are a messenger of Heaven.” Jiang Xianwan interrupted him.
The old man smiled shyly, "I was killed by a dog."
"It mutilated the physical body, absorbed the immortal power, and was thrown into the space-time rift," Jiang Xianwan said leisurely.
"That's right!" The old man exclaimed, "We're destined to meet! Give me five thousand spirit stones, and when I rise to prominence and return to the Celestial Court, I'll definitely make you a deity!"
"He's always bragging."
"I've heard these lines eight hundred times, I can recite them backwards."
Two passersby scoffed and walked between them.
The old man: "..."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
The old man's dirty face flushed red, and he weakly held up five fingers. "Well, five hundred isn't out of the question."
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
The old man secretly observed her expression, then silently withdrew one of his cigarettes. "How about four hundred?"
Jiang Xianwan glanced at him.
"Three, three hundred?"
"One, one, one hundred?"
"Ten ten ten ten ten yuan?"
"One piece! One piece is enough!" The old man cried, pounding his chest and stamping his feet.
Xiao Zi: ……
Jiang Xianwan pressed down on her belt with one hand and pulled out a mustard seed bag with the other, stuffing it into his hand. "Ten thousand, keep the change."
Xiao Zi: ……
The old man was dumbfounded. "Ten thousand?"
"You, you just gave yourself to me all like this, all fresh and beautiful?"
Jiang Xianwan: "Otherwise? Should we have another handover ceremony or an awards ceremony?"
Don't you suspect I'm a fraud?
Jiang Xianwan looked at him suspiciously. "Aren't you a liar?"
The old man choked for a moment, "Then give it back to me?"
Jiang Xianwan skillfully put on a sorrowful expression, as if she were in great pain, "There's nothing I can do, I have too much money."
"It's impossible to spend it all, there's simply no way to spend it all."
You have no idea what it means to be happy as a rich person.
Xiao Zi: ……
The old man: "..."
Damn it, she got me.
Jiang Xianwan, dressed in a grand manner, flicked her long hair with her fingertips and left.
She took two steps, then suddenly turned back. The old man was so startled that he clutched his mustard seed bag tightly, looking wary. "You're not thinking of going back on your word, are you?"
Jiang Xianwan: "Open your mouth."
"Ah." The old man opened his mouth subconsciously.
Jiang Xianwan pinched a fist-sized piece of fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, then shoved it around a couple of times.
The old man immediately rolled his eyes upwards, grabbed his neck with both hands, and almost choked to death.
Xiao Zi: ……
Jiang Xianwan: "Is it delicious?"
The old man's eyes lit up. "What did you just feed me?"
"Apple core."
The old man: "..." The core is quite large.
Jiang Xianwan: "Say thank you to me."
"……Thank you."
Jiang Xianwan turned around with satisfaction.
"Wait!" the old man called out to her again.
The sword reflected again: Grandpa is here! Grandpa—is here—!
Jiang Xianwan: "..."
She turned around resentfully, "If you call those two words again, I'll take my money back."
The old man immediately and swiftly stuffed the mustard seed bag into his chest.
Clearing his throat, straightening his back, and slightly raising his chin, he struck a pose of superiority: "I'll give you a tombstone."
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