She peeled an orange and threw the peel into the trash can.

Chen Xiaodao let out a cry, reluctantly sat up from the sofa, put on his shoes and entered the house, then stood in front of Feng Zhibai with a yellow bag on his back.

Looking at Feng Zhibai's expression, he looked like he was haunted by a ghost of resentment.

"What are you doing? Why don't you get out?"

Just as she was thinking about something, she turned around and saw Chen Xiaodao's ghostly appearance.

"No money."

Talking aggrievedly.

"Where's the money I transferred to you two days ago?"

When Chen Xiaodao went down the mountain, he carried a thousand yuan with him, which he had taken from his brothers in the Taoist temple.

It has long been lost.

After arriving in Qinghai City, if he hadn't met Lao Mi Tou and Feng Zhibai, he would probably have had to squat on the roadside to read fortunes and make some pocket money.

Lao Mi Tou was kind-hearted and saw that he was penniless, so he gave him a few hundred yuan every week to use as pocket money.

Of course it's not for free, you'll have to pay it back if you make money later.

Every time I buy magic tools, charms and other things, Feng Zhibai pays for it.

Although she attaches great importance to money, she is not the kind of stubborn person who never plucks out a dime.

She didn't bother with the money she had to spend!

To give an example: For example, Feng Zhibai saw a piece of clothing that she was very satisfied with while shopping. In this case, the speed at which she placed the order and paid far exceeded the speed at which her words could spread.

Therefore, although Chen Xiaodao had no money, he did not suffer any loss due to the help from the two gods of wealth.

"No, we've run out of food."

Pulling Feng Zhibai's sleeves, Chen Xiaodao blinked his eyes and expressed his flattery.

She pulled back her sleeves in disgust, picked up her phone, and transferred a few thousand dollars in a flash: "Buy more cinnabar, ink fountains, red thread, and glutinous rice. If you need it, you can use it. If you don't, you can use it."

Just stay there."

"ok!"

With an OK gesture, Chen Xiaodao walked out the door briskly.

When Lao Mi Tou came back, there was no one in the living room.

Feng Zhibai also went back to the house to catch up on his sleep.

After tidying up the living room, Lao Mi Tou took out his book and continued studying.

When Yan Kuan came to pick them up again in the afternoon, it was already six o'clock.

Feng Zhibai hadn't woken up yet, he was sleeping snoring and snoring while hugging the quilt on the bed.

Yan Kuan was not idle after he arrived, and started to help Chen Xiaodao repair the gate.

The sound is bang bang!

Moreover, such a loud noise of repairing the door! Feng Zhibai didn't wake up at all.

Yan Kuan was too embarrassed to enter her bedroom, after all, she was still a little girl.

But standing at the door of her bedroom, the smell in the room was really overpowering!

He could definitely say that he had never smelled such a good smell in his life.

Sweet, but very refreshing.

It doesn't feel pungent when you smell it, but makes you feel very comfortable.

Above, really above.

"What's wrong? Your nose feels uncomfortable?"

Chen Xiaodao, who was hammering the screws, saw that he kept sniffing his nose and thought that his nose was uncomfortable, so he asked.

Shaking his head in embarrassment: "What kind of aromatherapy does Miss Feng put in her room?"

"Aromatherapy? Oh, you're talking about the taste, right? Grandma brought it with her. According to her, it was the floral scent that she developed in her early years in Penglai by drinking dew, eating petals, and drinking nectar."

I was shocked by his words.

"Do you believe this?"
Chapter completed!