Xing Le, who had long heard that Qi Yuan was decisive and cruel in his work, cooperated for the first time when he grew up, affirmed the adjective of decisiveness. Xing Le, who was also happy, budgeted when his lover would end the live broadcast of the program. It was just that the budget came from the budget. Xing Le still planned to drive directly to the other person's TV station and waited.

Wenjiu, who didn't know that Huaxia was fucked by Xiao Erro's death, was sitting on the shore of the hot spring with her little feet soaked, but the thoughts in her mind were floating where they were floating.

"What are you thinking? Madam, give it." Because I just took a hot spring bath, Xuanhe's face was still red, but he handed it to Wenjiu with an air-conditioned ice cream in his hand and said, "This is delicious, please try it."

"Okay." Wen Jiu, who was called back to his thoughts, smiled and took the ice cream box in Xuanhe's hand and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, madam, this ice cream is very cheap, it's just worth 66 yuan!" Xuanhe narrowed his eyes and smiled at Wen Jiu.

"So what?" Wen Jiu stood up from the shore, looked at Xuanhe with a smile and said, "Do you want to pay for the money you want to calculate your life?"

"Um," Xuanhe, who was following Wen Jiu, shook his head quickly and said, "I just thought about it, but now I don't think about it."

"Why?" Wen Jiu put the ice cream in his hand on the rest chair in front of Xuanyuan Jimo and asked casually.

"Because, because..." Xuanhe, who came out for some reason, grabbed his head in confusion and replied stiffly: "Because, I want to invite my wife to have ice cream, is there anything wrong?"

"Of course not." Wen Jiu sat in the man's arms, chose a comfortable angle, held the ice cream in his hand and said with a smile: "I'm just confused. Xuanyuan Wuming just said that all your money is in the bank, so on the side of this mountain, things are not cheap either. Where did you get the money?"

"Okay, madam, you won, I forgot that you can tell fortunes." Hearing Wen Jiu's analysis, Xuanhe scooped a large spoonful of ice cream and put it in his mouth and said, "But I didn't keep all my money in the bank because it was not safe."

"Okay, can you tell me how this ice cream with the petition came from now?" Wen Jiu saw that Xuanhe had already taken a bite, so she didn't stop her from eating the back, because only one bite was needed, or you had taken over money or items, and you had already made a petition and fulfillment contract with the dead.

"I picked it up when I just left the hot spring room door. Not much, it was just enough to buy it. What's wrong with the two ice creams? Madam, what is the petitioned ice cream?" Xuanhe saw that Wenjiu did not stop him from continuing to eat the ice cream in his hand, so he started eating it in big mouthful. Anyway, if someone said that the money was his, wouldn't Wuming still be there?

"Have you ever heard a little joke in the years you have been wandering?" Wen Jiu squeezed to his side and said, "It's about picking up money."

"No." Xuanhe pursed his mouth. At that time, food was a problem. He had to think about how to get rid of those organizations. How could he have free time to listen to those gossip?

"Hehe," Wen Jiu continued with a chuckling voice: "There has always been a saying in China, that the money you pick up cannot be used casually. You must call someone and tell others that it is the money you pick up, and spend the money you pick up in the shortest time, otherwise it will not be auspicious."

"Why? Do you have to tell others the money I picked up?" Xuanhe didn't understand. When begging in the past, what he feared most was to let others know about the money he begged for.

"Because, some money can't be picked up." Wen Jiu glanced at Xuanyuan Wuming who walked in and said, "You can only pick up some money, such as the money this person gave you."

"Okay, Xuanhe, what are you doing?" Xuanyuan Wuming, who was named after entering, asked casually.

"I've picked up the money." Xuanhe asked for help, "Where are you? Wuming, have you found some delicious food?"

"Finished." Qian Hao walked towards Xuanhe. Xuanyuan Wuming thought Wenjiu was just joking with Xuanhe, so he said without thinking: "Madam, the place to eat is ready. When will you and the head of the family have to eat?"

"Slow down," Wen Jiu still turned the ice cream in his hand and said, "First solve this petitioned devil."

"The petitioner?" The ice cream in Xuanhe's mouth was a little hard to swallow.

"Yes, it's just a little devil who gave the money to you." Wen Jiu smiled and broke Xuanhe's luck without hesitation: "Unfortunately, the money you picked up really happened to meet the little devil who petitioned."

"No, I, can't I give it back to him?" Xuanhe was afraid of that illusory thing.

As soon as he heard that he had taken the ghost's money, Xuanhe immediately took it into Xuanyuan Wuming's pocket and said, "Wuming, Wuming, hurry up, I need one hundred yuan, it's RMB, what I just picked up was RMB."

"What happened?" He grabbed Xuanhe's panicked little hand, and Xuanyuan Wuming turned his head to Wen Jiu and said, "What did Xuanhe do?"

"It's not a big deal." Wen Jiu shook his head and soothes Xuanyuan Wuming's worries and said: "We just need to wait till night to see the little devil who came to find Xuanhe. If Xuanhe needs to fulfill her wish, when the wish leaves, the money will be used for granted."

"Can I give birth to Xuanhe?" Xuanyuan Wuming asked immediately when he heard this answer without a single confirmation, and the gentleman smile on his face immediately retreated.

"No." Xuanyuan Jimo, who woke up, replied, and he also explained the source of the thing to the two of them: "This is the rule set by the previous Meng Po. Some little ghosts who have not been able to fulfill their wishes and have no evil thoughts can exchange things from the world before they were alive and let the living people fulfill their wishes."

"Hmm." Xuanyuan Wuming's mouth froze slightly after he understood it. In fact, he wanted to ask more, how did you know these things? I have almost all the research on what you like to read and dabble in, but when did you study the Chinese legend?

Seeing that Xuanyuan Wuming understood, Wen Jiu then spoke: "Well, this legend is true."

"How to crack it?" Xuanhe immediately put his heart back in his stomach when he heard that he was a little devil without evil thoughts.

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I was disgusted by the documents in the middle of the night.

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