"How many taels of silver?" Feng Qianyu raised an eyebrow: "What do you want the silver for?"
"I, I don't want to stay in this damn place by myself! I want to stay in a hotel." Long Fuyue finally expressed his thoughts.
"Staying in a hotel?!" Feng Qianyu's expression suddenly turned cold, and she said firmly: "No! I don't even have half a tael of silver with me, so I have to stay in a hotel and figure out a solution by myself!"
He waved his hand and flew away.
Long Fuyue was stunned and didn't understand how this guy could be so angry all of a sudden: "What a stingy guy! You won't give me even a few taels of silver. I'll just figure it out by myself. I'm a big job."
Can a person still choke to death by urinating?" [
She ran into the room, lit a candle, and looked around the room. Seeing antiques such as porcelain bottles placed on the small table, she was moved in her heart and thought to herself: "Anyway, the old emperor also rewarded me with this house. Then
Everything in this house belongs to me! This bottle looks like a good thing, it must be worth a lot of money..."
She rummaged through the house, found a piece of brocade to use as a furoshiki, packed some bottles and jars in it, picked it up and left.
She had just walked out of the room when she inadvertently raised her head and staggered in fright. There were more than a dozen zombies surrounding the door, with pale skin, dull faces, body spots all over her body, and a strange fishy smell.
Floating in the air.
Long Fuyue frowned slightly and murmured a curse: "Damn, you are scaring me with such an illusory thing again! Go to hell!" Holding the baggage in one hand, he took out the sword and waved it casually.
"Poof!" To Long Fuyue's surprise, the sword in her hand actually penetrated the body of a zombie. The feeling of piercing into the flesh and blood made Long Fuyue break out in a cold sweat instantly.
They! They are real!
This time the zombies are all real!
Long Fuyue quickly retracted her strength, but she couldn't stop herself and rushed forward three steps, almost colliding with the zombie. She hurriedly retreated, but the face of the zombie she stabbed showed no pain or fear.
With an expression on her face, she took a step forward. The black and blue nails on her hands were like ten gleaming sharp knives, facing Long Fuyue's heart. The rancid smell almost made her faint.