A small team of fifty people basically stepped into the white mist in the valley and all of them were scattered to pieces.
Only Jin Yuanbao held Xia Chuyi's hand and followed her like a follower.
"In the first year of junior high school, we are friends."
"yes."
"Then you must protect me."
Xia Chuyi looked at Jin Yuanbao and stuffed another luminous pearl into his hand, and a big drop of sweat fell from his head: "Do you usually treat your friends like this?"
"Isn't it enough?" He said and handed the storage bag to Xia Chuyi, "This is all I have with me."
A storage bag is also a treasure, because it is only the size of a money bag, but it can hold things ten or a hundred times larger than its volume. A good storage bag can even hold a house.
Xia Chuyi knew that in this world, spiritual cultivation requires a lot of money. It costs money to buy materials and magic weapons, it costs money to buy defense suits, it costs money to buy elixirs and herbs...
But at this moment, she did not accept Jin Yuanbao's storage bag. Instead, she looked at Jin Yuanbao seriously: "Why do you think that as long as you give me money, we will be friends? Why do you think that as long as you give me money, we will be friends?"
Give me money and I will protect you?"
When Xia Chuyi asked a few aggressive questions, Jin Yuanbao was stunned and replied: "My father said that there are no friends that cannot be made with money."
"Bang——" Xia Chu kept giving him a chestnut.
Seeing Jin Yuanbao covering his head with an aggrieved expression about to cry, Xia Chuyi sighed and said: "Yuanbao, the friends you can make with money are fair-weather friends. Who will care about you when there is no interest? Make friends with your heart.
A true friend is a friend who is here and will support you no matter what situation you encounter. Do you understand?"
Jin Yuanbao was very educated: "I understand. So, do you want me to take back the storage bag?"
"Stupid!" Another cry, Xia Chuyi glared at him fiercely, "The money you gave away and the water you poured out are all in my hands. How can you take it back? I am educating you. In the future,
Don’t stuff things into other people’s arms!”
Jin Yuanbao seemed to have spent a lot of energy digesting Xia Chuyi's words, and finally concluded the truth - from now on, he can only put things into her hands, and cannot stuff things into other people's arms randomly. He understood.
Xia Chuyi rolled his eyes regardless of the image, didn't bother to say anything to him, and continued walking into the valley.
There were obviously so many people coming in, but now not even a sound could be heard.
It was obviously a sunny day, but the harsh sunshine seemed unable to penetrate these fog barriers, and the wind was blowing, making it indescribably cold.
Xia Chuyi pulled out Fifteen, who was sleeping soundly in her arms, and asked quietly: "Fifteen, there seems to be something wrong with this valley. What's going on here?"
Fifteen yawned, stretched his limbs, and replied casually: "This is called Demon Soul Valley, and it is the ancient battlefield of the ancient war. The corpses of the demon beasts that died here can be piled up layer by layer as high as a mountain.
Even after a month of heavy rain, the water flowing out from here is still red, so it’s normal that something is wrong.”
"Why have I never heard of the Demon Soul Valley?" Jin Yuanbao next to him moved forward. Although he was confused, his eyes were staring at Fifteen curiously.