Chapter 397: Raising a family is the right way
Fang Geyu couldn't bear the resentful look from Li Jiujiu for a moment.
The heavy mountains are like black ink, with overlapping shadows and deep shadows.
After Lan Youngdie made such a fuss, although the tense atmosphere in the Ghost Mountain realm has not changed, and the lineups of both sides are still clearly opposed, the chaotic battle has slowed down.
Bailian held the injured girl in his arms, holding the Qiankun bag in his hand, and walked towards Ning Feiyan.
Ning Feiyan gently shook her paper fan and looked at him with a half-smile.
Bailian threw the Qiankun bag to her: "Thirty-six thousand spiritual stones, here for you."
Ning Feiyan raised her eyebrows, but was not surprised: "Little Langjun Are you going to pay the spirit stones for the twelve people injured by the Bi Ping Lei Talisman?"
The twelve people who were sitting on the ground dejectedly, letting their wounds bleed and waiting to die, suddenly raised their heads and looked at each other. Shock looked at Balian in surprise.
Thirty-six thousand spirit stones can support a third-rate sect for five years.
He didn't hesitate to offend the young master of Tianlongmen and asked for spiritual stones, but it was for them?
For a moment, the twelve people's eyes were bright and their throats were choked, unable to say a word.
High-ranking people like Bi Ping can live in peace after handing over spiritual stones, and sit back and watch them struggle like ants. This is the norm in the cruel world of cultivation, and they will not complain or hate it. Bi Ping's indifference.
After all, spiritual stones are wealth in someone’s pocket, and there is no obligation to waste them to save your life as a stranger.
It was just when Bi Ping insulted and insulted others indiscriminately, and started killing based on his background and cultivation, that they felt the injustice of fate and their helplessness.
In the eyes of people like Bi Ping, their lives are not fate, but just the cornerstone on the road. The difference between their life and death depends only on whether the cornerstone is flat and docile.
If it is slightly sharper, it will inevitably be smoothed off and blunted until it looks harmless and safe, and it is comfortable to step on.
They did not expect that in the desperate situation, they could still see a fair hand reaching out to them.
From beginning to end, the young man never interacted with them, or even said a word, but his kindness was truly there.
"What? Can't you hand over the spirit stone?" Balian's dark eyes stared at Ning Feiyan.
Ning Feiyan smiled sweetly and reached out to take the Qiankun bag: "Of course you can."
Bailian nodded, touched the head of the girl in his arms, then looked at Fang Geyu with an extremely natural look, and said : "Fang Geyu, she is injured."
She was not injured by Bi Ping, so her three thousand spirit stones were not counted towards Bi Ping.
Everyone was speechless.
Is it really okay to take it for granted that you are asking for money?
Fang Geyu's movement of taking out the money was even more natural and neat, and he poured the three thousand spirit stones to Ning Feiyan. As soon as she tied the soft rope of the Qiankun bag, she noticed the strange looks from the people around her.
Her ears felt hot, and then she realized that she had unknowingly used the function of the rich woman's small money bag to its fullest.
Now, everyone in the world knows that the eldest lady of Shifangcheng has a good reputation.
Li Jiujiu clenched his fists and took a deep breath.
There is only one thought in my mind at this moment. She has to work hard to make money to support her family...
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I don’t know where it started in the east, but at the foot of Yuling Feng Mountain, the shadow of the moon fell, sparsely among the intertwined trees and vines. It fell, casting a layer of cold light over the dark ghost mountain world.
Ning Feiyan was half-leaning on the side of a cliff, with demonic vines dancing slowly around her body like snakes. An unopened jar of sake stood quietly beside her clan, exuding the aroma of wine.
"When I was almost killed by that madman, why did you stand by and ignore it?!" Bi Ping stepped out of the shadows with a gloomy expression and gritted his teeth: "Today's chaos, I will do as you wish. , you were picked up by me and you just watched me die?”
“Don’t be so angry. Are you angry?" Ning Feiyan turned her face aside, her smile bright and eye-catching: "The young man cares about your spirit stone, I know he will not kill you."
Bi Ping was killed by her. That smile shook his head. He was as arrogant and rude as he was, but his anger was relieved and his expression softened under this explanation that was not an explanation.
He asked again: "If I didn't have so many spirit stones, do you think he wouldn't kill me?"
Ning Feiyan smiled and said nothing, and did not answer this question. He poured a bowl of wine in his backhand and handed it to each other.
She seemed to be born with the ability to make people take out their hearts and feed them to her. Even though Bi Ping was full of doubts and resentments about her a moment ago, when she simply smiled softly and handed the wine to him, she melted away. The anger all over him went away.
Bi Ping's eyes softened and he reached out to take the bowl of wine. Her jade-white fingertips were pressed between the rim of the bowl. It seemed that she was within reach, but the unruly young master of Tianlongmen was a little bit... He meant to be cautious, even aware of the etiquette, and did not touch it. He just held the bowl and drank the wine in one gulp.
He looked at her, withdrew all the sharp thorns in his body, and said softly: "Can I help you succeed today?"
Ning Feiyan said: "It's half done. "
Bi Ping suddenly became panicked: "What do you mean it's half done? Will it affect your next plan?"
Ning Feiyan raised her fingertips and carefully fiddled with the demonic vines wrapped around her fingertips. She sighed clearly and said, "Biping, can you do one thing for me?"
< br>Her tone was so gentle, she clearly wanted him to do things for her, but it still gave people a sense of consideration.
But with this gentle consideration, he never answered Bi Ping's question directly.
But Bi Ping didn't care, he nodded heavily: "I am the sharp edge of the knife in your hand. Don't mention one thing, even if it is thousands of things, I am willing to do it for you."
Ning Feiyan laughed out loud, her lover's eyes filled with burning love. There was light, but under the light was unfathomable darkness. She shook her head and said: "My knife is enough with red makeup. Bi Ping, what I ask you to do this time will very likely make you fall into that place." In the abyss, even so, are you willing?"
Her calmness and directness made Bi Ping's expression freeze, and he fell into a long period of hesitation and silence.
Ning Feiyan did not urge him, nor did she mock him because of his hesitation. Her eyes were still gentle and intoxicating.
She turned her head again, looking calmly at the huge door shadow under the abyss.
After a long time, he said in a low voice: "Are you talking about the bronze door?"
"Yes."
"Am I going to die?" He asked this really pitiful question. Before Ning Feiyan could answer, he laughed to himself: "Look at the stupid question I asked. Throughout the ages, no one has ever lived after entering the Bronze Gate. The precedent of coming back”
Ning Feiyanyanzhi. Zhong Guanghua flashed by, and she said leisurely: "But I think this is a very good question, and I can answer you very seriously. People who fall into the bronze door will not necessarily die."
< br>(End of this chapter)