"When are you going to get off my legs?"

Ying Meng smiled slightly, and as usual, leaned back and fell on him. "Why do you need to go on? In the future, this kind of thing will happen often. Just get used to it."

After saying this, Yingmeng is ready to be thrown out. Come on, she is ready this time and will never face the ground.

Nothing happened...

Xian Qing curled the corners of her lips, staring at Ying Meng with such a meaningless look, and her voice was clear and nice. "Eat dinner."

Ying Meng, who was originally boneless, suddenly sat upright, and was on alert. She turned around and crossed her legs, then raised her head and blinked her big eyes.

Receiving Ying Meng's suspicious eyes, Xian Qing knocked on the table. "I don't know how food is like in such a luxurious era."

Yingmeng: Invite her to have dinner? She has been understanding Xian Qing for many years - black-hearted, vengeful, indifferent, paranoid, autistic, and seriously suspected her schizophrenia. Current situation: She is on his legs, which may trigger a cleanliness. People who are not very interested in food suddenly propose dinner... Summary: There is a pitfall!

"I've told you that I've learned about this." Ying Meng widened her eyes, raised her head and raised her chest, and was not tall enough to make up for her aura. "This place requires money. We rushed back to get things together at that time. You didn't bring any money."

"Oh, so someone took the array plate, installed hidden weapons, brought a bunch of bones, prepared a bunch of medicine, and a bunch of bottles and jars that didn't know what it was. It was like a guy who was going to the battlefield, and he didn't bring any money." Xian Qing raised his eyebrows thoughtfully.

Yingmeng:!! Bring equipment is just to prevent it from happening! This is her bloody lesson from a thousand years later. As for money... if she had it, she would definitely bring it!

"You laugh now, one day you will know that there is no need to worry about more equipment." Yingmeng bulged her cheeks and retorted dissatisfiedly.

"So you won't go?" Xian Qing had a smile in his eyes. As expected, when he was in a bad mood, he would be much happier if he changed his thinking.

Yingmeng is a tangle! In an extremely luxurious era, everyone wants to enjoy the best. If you miss it, it probably won’t be the next time... She has tens of millions of reasons to go there, but... she has no money!

I miss the Xuanxian period when I was indifferent to the money. I despise myself who kept complaining.

"It's better not to be tempted if you don't have money to pay." Ying Meng leaned back and struggled, her voice as if she had rubbed her way through the tip of a knife, and her tone was a cry of despair from the depths of her soul. She looked like she was desperate.

Xian Qing chuckled and admired Yingmeng with satisfaction and torture herself. Sometimes, it was an act at the beginning, but after the drama, I felt it empathy.

Yingmeng didn't know what kind of psychological journey she had experienced. At this time, her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, and the water was filled with water. She was crossing her knees and her eyes were closed, and she was just a sign that would not disturb her.

"Someone treats you." Seeing that it was almost done, Xian Qing patted Yingmeng's head and gave a little hope.

Shadow Dream

Immediately sat upright and resurrected with blood, with a pair of round eyes bright. "Then go, you must go, see how grand others are! Look at you..."

The corners of the stern green lips were lifted up. "The one who treats to the house is Shengyuan."

Yingmeng suddenly choked, and reason came online in an instant, with a little laziness in her eyes and a sarcastic smile on her lips. "What price should I pay?"

"No cost." Xian Qing saw that she was serious and her emotional changes were not excessive, and the color in her eyes could not help but become darker.

"Wait for the effort?" Ying Meng tilted her head, and the curve at the corner of her lips had a little ridiculous meaning. "This is not like his style."

"Don't worry, he didn't expect to use money to smash people. After all, among her, money is no different from air." Xian Qing pinched the little girl's face again, not knowing how big the impact of his words on Yingmeng was. "He was just sorting out the things that were useless in his mouth, so he wanted to squander it quickly so that there would be room for other things."

Shadow·Poor Man·Meng: "...He used the time and space tips..."

"Yes, we've heard him complain all the way. So don't worry about the consumption here he can afford."

Shadow Dream:_(′?`”)_Win without fighting, good strategy.

"My purse full of silver notes is too small, the silk and satin on my body is too rough, and the shoes made of my jewelry are too tight..." A red light flashed in Yingmeng's eyes, and a comment suddenly appeared imitating Shengyuan's voice. While expressing dissatisfaction and protest, he accidentally exposed his talent to copy the voice of others.

"...You hate the rich?" Xian Qing jumped and Ying Meng, who was expressing protests all over her body, picked up the Ying Meng.

Yingmeng:?Qiao Fu? She?

Seeing Yingmeng suddenly lost her reaction, she blinked her eyes and looked at him with her head tilted, with a puzzled and disbelief on her face.

"Little guy, are you okay with your brain?" Xian Qing looked at Yingmeng sympathetically. "Is it related to you if someone else spends his own money? Jealousy is not a good habit."

Ying Meng read what he said from his eyes, struggled hard for a moment, softening his face and serious.

"I don't hate the rich. I just hate him. I know what you want to say, I don't have any qualifications to comment on other people's wealth, but I am qualified to him.

Do you know? I live so much. The wealth I have never exceeded the first nineteen years of my life, and all of them were scattered by him when I was nineteen years old. Do you know what this feels like? The wealth I had finally accumulated was not too late to spend, and now I am lying in the palace of your enemy. Can you imagine it? When I realized the importance of wealth, I found that you no longer have wealth. Think about it again, the person sent by the other party to kill you was hired with your money. What does it feel like? I issued a sea arrest warrant and the Eight Realms wanted you, the bonus or your money..."

Xianqing: "..." The winner is the king, the loser is the enemy. If others win, they will receive their own spoils.

It seems that there is no sin. If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for not being careful and not being cautious enough. Isn’t this the world? Ying Meng must understand such a simple truth, but she has a few meanings to complain now. So should she go to the dinner or not?

Ying Meng exhaled all her dissatisfaction with Shengyuan in one breath. Strangely, these dissatisfactions were almost linked to money. She did not have such great resentment towards the other party's deliberate plot, assassination, and open and secret arrows.

"Where did the money you had before you were nineteen?" Xian Qing raised his eyes and glanced at Yingmeng, which was about to explode, and asked humbly.

Ying Meng looked at Xian Qing in disbelief. After listening to her for so long, she complained so many times, did the other party only catch this? There was no comfort, no empathy... Sure enough, dogs are dogs after all, and they were destined to be single a thousand years ago or a thousand years later!

Xian Qing glanced at Yingmeng with a very clear expression. He thought that his question was very reasonable. Yingmeng was so capable that she had not accumulated the wealth she had before she was nineteen years old. So where did this wealth come from? She, an abandoned baby, wouldn't be an inheritance.

Ying Meng kicked her little feet to greet him, but she found that her legs were not long enough after shrinking.

Yingmeng glanced at him quietly. "You gave it to me."

Xian Qing: "...Is there any better opportunity to get rid of him in the future?"

Ying Meng has a frivolous brow. You are still friends now. It’s so despicable!

Ying·Action is honest·Dream: "There is indeed a good opportunity. When you copy his whole family, we will score 50% of the money, how about it?"

Xian Qing pursed her thin lips slightly and looked at her coldly. "Was you born at that time?"

Yingmeng was silent. If she had been born at that time, she would have left a legacy for herself now, and she would not have to be as close as Xian Qing. "Can you keep it for me?"

Xian Qing: "Yes, I'm seven and you three."

Ying Meng blinked her long eyelashes. "You need my information now."

"Overestly the extent to which others pay attention to themselves." Xian Qing's eyes seemed to be flying snow on a winter night, but there was an indescribable complexity hidden in the deep freezing. "I think with my intelligence network and observation ability, when the opportunity comes, as long as I pay attention, I can still catch it."

"This is my idea!" Ying Meng blinked her eyes and looked shocked. "I know very well where I will appear in the future. You are not afraid that I will leave a inheritance now so that I will not be picked up by you. Then, will there be no chess pieces in the game you set up?"

"Interesting, wasn't we the first time we met when I helped you register the immortal throne?" Xian Qing looked cold and solemn. "Are you talking about whether you are definitely a necessity?"

Yingmeng: "..." Oops! I missed it. It must be because it narrowed and my brain area was also narrowed.
Chapter completed!