"Why do you think I will agree to you?"
Pei Yixing stopped washing the tea and took time to look at her.
"According to what you said, it's something you can only hope for."
She didn't understand the current market situation. White bitter grass was precious, so she could go to the black market and auction it off at a high price, but she naturally understood the principle that ordinary people are not guilty and those who possess the treasure are guilty.
Her honest look made the people across from her laugh.
"It does have some motivation."
Pei Yixing raised the corner of his mouth and poured her a cup of tea in a leisurely manner. The fragrance of the tea filled her nose, making her more awake.
She saw a hint of contempt in his eyes, so she calmed down and was not in a hurry.
"Tell me what you want."
He was smiling but not smiling, and looked at Yan Yun.
"Get me a new ID card."
The feeling of being on pins and needles came again, her voice was soft and a little uneasy.
The room was eerily quiet, and her back was soaked with sweat unknowingly. This man was no less imposing than Yu Feng.
"We always quote 75,000 for white bitter grass, and we won't deceive you, a little girl."
"Sixty thousand, as you wish."
Pei Yixing said warmly, his expression had not changed at all from the beginning to the end, but it was so breathless just now.
"Can."
Yan Yun's heart was bleeding, but she still nodded. She couldn't bear to let the child trap the wolf. She really needed a new identity.
In the world of immortality here, you need an identity card no matter where you go. Without an identity card, it is difficult to move forward.
"Sir, the inventory is ready."
Xiaohe knocked on the door gently and reminded.
"In three days, the new identity tag will be delivered to you."
Pei Yixing stood up with a serious look in his eyes. This little girl was a bit interesting.
After snagging this pile of things here and there, they got 234 low-grade spiritual stones. The remaining 60,000 low-grade spiritual stones were readily given to them without saying a word.
Yan Yun walked out of the pawn shop holding the heavy storage bag in his hand, even his steps were brisk.
The master and servant watched her leaving with their own thoughts.
Having done something good, Yan Yun was ready to take a stroll around.
"System, didn't you say that I can only find the first and ninth grades now? Why is this level so high?"
Only now did Yan Yun recall what Duocai said at the beginning, and what was going on now.
"This is your newbie gift package, just this once."
Duocai would not tell her that this was a sweetener given by their system. In order to encourage the host to complete more tasks, their system would release water appropriately.
Otherwise, who would still want to make that one million and one billion?
"oh……"
So is she going to grab the next 30,000 yuan?
"Host, please use legitimate means to earn money. All roads lead to Rome. Stealing is shameful."
Duo Caiyi spoke sternly and saw through Yan Yun's little thoughts.
"...I didn't say I was going to rob it."
Although she did have this idea.
Yan Yun walked around Nanmen Street, waiting for the system's reminder.
But after completing a circle, the system made no sound, which means that there is not even a first-grade or ninth-level thing here.
She had no choice but to embark on her return journey disappointed.
It was still early morning when Yan Yun came out, and it was already noon now, and the sun was scorching the earth.
She wiped her sweat, licked her slightly dry lips, and hurried towards the sect.
When she returned to the sect, before she could rest for a while, she was stopped by a hurried young disciple, "Yan Yun, where have you been? Senior Brother Qingyu is looking for you!"
Yan Yun touched his head. What did the senior brother want to do with her?
In my impression, Wen Qingyu is another Yu Feng, but he is more humane. Apart from occasionally giving Yan Yun guidance, the two of them don't have much interaction with each other.
Wen Qingyu is not yet a hundred years old and is already a golden elixir. He is the most coveted among the younger generation and the face of Changle Sect.
Even though he was born with eye problems, no one dared to look down upon him.
Yan Yun never thought about what Wen Qingyu wanted to do with her, she just prayed that it wasn't a bad thing.
Because of his health, Wen Qingyu also lived in Songzhu Peak, the best place in Changle Sect. It was warm in winter and cool in summer, which was the best place to nourish the body and mind.
Although it was noon, as soon as I walked up to Songzhu Peak, the rustling bamboo leaves intertwined with the sunshine under the blowing of the wind.
A sense of coolness came over her, overriding the heat in her heart.
She gently pushed open the courtyard door. Various rose flowers were neatly planted in the courtyard. Each one was more beautiful than the other. The fragrant fragrance of the flowers rushed into her nose.
"Senior brother, I'm coming in."
But when she saw Song Qingyue still sitting inside, she felt bad.
No, this doesn't mean there is still her. Is it too late for her to run now?
"Sister."
Yan Yun smiled and sat down beside him.
"You sit so far away, are you afraid that I will bully you?"
Song Qingyue smiled slightly. She was wearing light pink clothes and her lips were rosy. Just smiling was as bright as the rose in the courtyard, or even more beautiful.
"How come? What does Senior Brother want from me?"
Yan Yun looked at Wen Qingyu and didn't know what the brothers and sisters were going to do.
"I heard that you didn't go to the lecture hall today? How are your studies lately?"
Wen Qingyu's voice was always calm, without a trace of ups and downs, "You practice the Ten Thousand Flowers Sword Technique, and Qing Yue does the same. From now on, you will practice with Qing Yue. You don't have to go to Lun School, and you can't learn it there. what."
That’s not because your master doesn’t teach others!
Yan Yun secretly swore that if she followed Song Qingyue to practice, she would immediately burst into tears, "Senior brother hahaha, I'm afraid that senior sister will not be able to take care of me because of her busy schedule. You can still learn a lot in school."
"Humph, senior brother, let me just say it. She doesn't care about Qingyue teaching her."
Song Qingyue frowned and acted coquettishly towards Wen Qingyu, "She goes wherever she likes, so just leave her alone."
Yan Yun nodded in agreement, yes, leave her alone.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise in the sky, and Yu Feng appeared on the stage with the confused expressions of the three people.
Seeing Yu Feng suddenly appear, Yan Yun wanted to escape even more.
"Master."
So the four of them sat across from each other, no one said anything, and the atmosphere was awkward for a while.
"Dear host, congratulations on triggering the hidden mission - Unruly. Please anger Yu Feng and let him break his defense."
The cold mechanical voice made her jump, and when she heard clearly about this strange mission, her whole body felt bad.
Yan Yun:...Isn't this just looking for death?
She couldn't help but complain in her mind that the mission was completed and the person was gone.
"Reward 50,000 low-grade spiritual stones."
Yan Yun: Okay, no problem, you are the boss.
She glanced at Yu Feng secretly. It was fine, but she still couldn't see his face clearly.
"Master, there is something dirty on your face."
Yu Feng:?
"You can't even see my face clearly. Where did you see the dirty things?"
Yu Feng's tone was calm, and there was a trace of doubt in his heart. He frowned slightly, not knowing what she wanted to do.
The tea on the table was swaying gently, just like Yan Yun's up and down mood, what should I do!
"Master, I have actually liked Senior Sister for a long time! Please don't break us up."
Yu Feng:?
Song Qingyue:?
Wen Qingyu:?
system:?
"Cough cough cough——"
Wen Qingyu almost spit out a mouthful of tea. Wait, what did he just hear?
"The defense value is 200%. Congratulations to the host for exceeding the target. An additional reward of one thousand low-grade spiritual stones will be given."
Yan Yun: 200%... Hehehe seems to have lost his temper.
