Yueling Island.
Jiang Fan and the girl analyzed it for a long time, but still couldn't figure out the key to the problem.
In the end, the two could only put the matter aside for the time being.
Afterwards, Jiang Fan took out all the things he had earned through betting during the day from the storage jade bracelet and placed them in front of his senior sister.
He waved his hand and showed great pride.
"Senior sister, pick whatever you like, and I will give it all to you, junior brother!"
Seeing Jiang Fan's arrogant look, the girl couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.
She didn't show any pretense, and carefully selected several useful things and put them in her storage jade bracelet.
Then, she stretched out two onion-like jade fingers and gently picked up the talisman, which was in the early stage of the crystallization realm. She closed her eyes, used her spiritual sense, and examined it carefully.
After a moment, the girl opened her eyes, breathed out gently, handed the talisman back to Jiang Fan, and said:
"I checked and Han Yun did not do anything secretly. You can use it with confidence."
Jiang Fan was slightly stunned when he saw this.
When he saw his senior sister pick up this talisman, he originally thought that she wanted to keep it for her own use, but unexpectedly, it was just to help him eliminate possible threats.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan felt warm in his heart.
He reached out to take the talisman and nodded towards the girl.
The relationship between the two at this time has passed the stage where they need to thank each other, and their feelings are expressed in silence.
After Jiang Fan took the talisman back into his storage jade bracelet, he thought for a moment, pulled out more than half of the 8,000 spirit stones stored in the jade bracelet, and poured them out in one go.
On the originally empty ground, a small hill of sparkling spiritual stone suddenly appeared.
Sikong Yueling subconsciously scanned them with his spiritual sense and roughly counted their number.
Five thousand spiritual stones, just a lot more.
She raised her head, her pale green eyes showing doubts.
Seeing the girl's confused look, Jiang Fan chuckled and said:
"Sister, these spiritual stones will be given to you as if they were the spiritual stones I borrowed from you before I returned them."
When the girl heard this, she gently covered her mouth with her beautiful hand, and said with some surprise:
"Isn't this... too much? I obviously only lent you three thousand pieces..."
Jiang Fan shook his head and said with an indifferent expression:
"No more, no more. If you round up three thousand spiritual stones, wouldn't it equal five thousand?"
"..."
The girl subconsciously held her forehead.
However, she also understood in her heart that this was Jiang Fan's intention, so she did not argue, but silently put the spirit stone into the jade storage bracelet.
Jiang Fan felt extremely happy when he saw his senior sister silently lowering her head to collect the spirit stones.
You can show your wealth in front of the girl you like without any worries.
In my previous life, this was one of the dreams of countless men!
It’s fun to have money!
…
On Songyi Island.
Han Yun was wearing white clothes, standing with his hands behind his hands, staring at a closed stone formation in front of him expressionlessly.
He almost lost everything at the martial arts arena during the day. After leaving, he went straight to Ye Song's residence without stopping.
The purpose is naturally to find out about the useless talisman that misfired at the critical moment.
However, when he rushed here angrily, he found that he had been rejected.
Because after Ye Song returned to the island, he dived directly into the stone formation and arranged for a subordinate to guard outside, telling him not to let anyone disturb him.
The reason he used was that he was injured in a battle and needed to retreat for recuperation.
As for the time, it takes at least twelve hours.
In this regard, Han Yun expressed his helplessness.
Because he really couldn't fault this reason.
It is extremely normal to be injured in a fight and need to retreat for recuperation.
No matter how anxious others are, they still have to wait for the other party to come out.
So, the monk in white with a handsome face stood here for two full hours.
At first, his heart was filled with mania and anger.
But as time passed, his mood calmed down unconsciously.
By now, Han Yun found that in his heart, he didn't seem to care so much about the truth of the matter.
Those 10,000 spirit stones are all lost. No matter what you do, you can't change this fact.
In this case, why bother with this anymore? Why not just go back to sleep.
Han Yun's mood became pessimistic inexplicably.
The point is, he didn't notice anything was wrong at all.
This is naturally because of the negative luck Jiang Fan left on him before.
The handsome monk in white stood there blankly for a while.
He suddenly felt that the cold wind at night in Lingxin Valley was blowing on him, making it particularly cold.
Finally, Han Yun's inner desire to go back to sleep defeated his desire to continue squatting here.
He waved his hand to summon the flying boat, then jumped on it and flew away.
The moment his figure disappeared, the man in blood-clothed clothes sitting in the center of the stone array suddenly opened his eyes.
Ye Song looked at Taoist monk Su Yi who was sitting next to him, wearing a light red coat, and breathed a sigh of relief.
What he was afraid of was that because Han Yun could not see him for a long time, he would have evil intentions and call his Taoist companion away as revenge.
Fortunately, his worries did not come true.
It seems that Jiang Fan's method suppressed Han Yun's thoughts very well.
When Ye Song thought about this, he felt that Jiang Fan's image was becoming more and more unpredictable.
…
Han Yun was blown all the way by the cold wind. When he returned to Yunfeng Island, he felt cold and tired.
In fact, a monk like him whose strength is in the crystallization realm should not be able to feel this.
But no matter what, he now had three levels of negative luck BUFF on him.
These three kinds of luck affected his mind, causing his body to automatically produce similar feelings without him knowing it.
This is the so-called psychological effect.
Han Yun jumped off the flying boat, his steps were weak, and he walked listlessly towards the nine-layer pagoda.
When he got close, he paused for a moment, rubbed his face, took a few deep breaths, managed to cheer up, and let his trademark gentle smile appear on his face.
By this time, he had not forgotten to maintain his image in front of his subordinates.
Seeing the island owner returning, the monks standing guard immediately came up to him and led him into the tower.
Han Yun stepped into his bedroom, immediately turned around and closed the door tightly, and then lay down on the bed, his whole body collapsed.
Only then did he dare to completely take off his disguise.
The white-clothed monk buried his face in the quilt and thought of the 10,000 spiritual stones he had lost during the day.
Despite the suppression of all kinds of negative luck, he still felt an indescribable regret and pain.
At this moment, there were no outsiders present, and Han Yun, who had no worries, finally no longer had to endure his impulses.
He raised his palms, drew his bows from left to right, and gave himself several hard blows on both cheeks.
Snap, snap, snap!
In the bedroom, crisp slaps sounded.
The monk in white had red and swollen cheeks, gritted his teeth, and swore secretly in his heart.
From now on, I am determined not to touch anything like the handicap again!
