In the Xuan world, everyone also used the term "little wild hooves" to mock her as a little bastard of Emperor Xuan and the fox demon.
Even though she had practiced all the way to the realm of Xuan Shen, she seemed to be cheating because of her extraordinary talent. Everyone said that her practice was not correct and opposed her regaining her status as the daughter of Xuan Emperor.
It was Master Han Qing who accepted her as his disciple despite everyone's opinions, so she was able to stay in the Xuan Realm.
But there is one thing Chen Bing was right about.
Song Qianqian's eyes were clean and her voice was like rain. Everything was in line with the atmosphere of a monk, but her tone was cold and cold, "I do like to be wild."
She never obeyed dogma, so she fell in love with her master unscrupulously.
She never thought that she was a good person. Everyone in Haicheng said that Song Qianqian was a vicious daughter, but little did they know that in the Xuan world, she was also known as a little devil.
However, I will not offend others unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will definitely retaliate.
Let her be reborn as a little nun. Maybe the innocent and pure appearance of the little nun can neutralize her wild nature?
Song Qianqian stopped talking to Chen Bing, glanced at his medicine cabinet, and then used the umbrella handle to open the drawers one by one. Several herbs were mixed and placed in front of Chen Bing.
"Soak in water and drink, now."
Chen Bing had just seen all the herbs she had brought, and he laughed in his heart. Wasn't it a few herbs for reducing fire? Who are you trying to fool?
Just drink!
He not only drank it, but also chewed the dregs of the medicine, and looked at Song Qianqian provocatively, "You're just doing nothing, why don't you get out of here? You little bastard without a father, you want to cheat me out of my money?"
"You're talking about a bastard!" Uncle Song's veins on his forehead suddenly burst out. He clenched his fists and was about to rush forward.
Song Qianqian looked at him, shook her head slightly, moved her soft lips slightly, "Let's go."
Uncle Song stared at her, "Let's go?"
"Walk."
She left the small Chinese medicine clinic first.
Uncle Song didn't know why he really followed her. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, "The money was not refunded and you were verbally insulted. Do you have any backbone?"
"No rush." Song Qianqian stopped, turned around and smiled lightly, "Don't always have such a bad temper. Weak people are easy to anger. Do you want to be a weak person?"
"Don't lecture me, you little girl!" Dr. Song tugged at the corner of his clothes to vent his anger. He was so angry.
They are not bastards! One day these villains will be trampled under their feet!
Song Qianqian stroked Uncle Song's head like a cat, "I definitely can't let others bully me. Count the time, he will definitely come to ask for help in half an hour."
"Really?" Uncle Song was dubious.
She nodded and went back to rest for a while. She came down from the nunnery and didn't even drink a sip of water.
"Why did you and your eldest brother secretly go to the construction site?" she asked suddenly.
Uncle Song was not angry, "What else can I do if it's not for money?"
She nodded. She knew from looking at the house that the Song family was very poor. It was no wonder that Uncle Song was so angry because a bag of Chinese medicine cost one hundred and seventy yuan and he didn't get the money back.
Finally, Uncle Song said again: "Second brother's tuition is not enough, we want to make up for it ourselves without letting mom know."
"How much?" She asked lightly without turning her head.
That tone sounded like how much money she had!
Uncle Song rolled his eyes at her from the back door, "Two thousand eight."
Then he said firmly: "I will definitely get it! The second brother in our family is the prettiest and the most talented. He got into the art school with great difficulty, so we must give him up!"
Her footsteps suddenly stopped, thinking she heard wrongly.
Two thousand eight?
Their family is so worried because of two thousand eighty-eight dollars?
This amount of money was not enough for just one bite of dessert when she was reborn last time, right?
Yes, she was reborn once before, also named Song Qianqian, and became the richest woman in the world from scratch.
Just when she thought her mortal cultivation was enough and was waiting for Emperor Xuan to recall her, she suddenly died suddenly at the age of 40, leaving behind countless wealth.
When she just came down the mountain, she looked at the time here and found that it had been 30 years since her last death.
Fortunately, it's still the same world, so her wealth is naturally still there.
only……
She took it out so suddenly, which probably scared the Song family.
Besides, she doesn't even have a mobile phone now, so she can't do anything. It's more important to make some money.
"Are you rich?" she asked Uncle Song.
Dr. Song Shu really wanted to punch her and cry. No one would ask such a question.
"I want to buy a mobile phone and a laptop."
"The hanging was not done by strangulation? How come your brain was damaged by strangulation? You still want to buy a mobile phone, why don't you buy a Yaoji?" Dr. Song rolled his eyes and turned towards home.
"Yaoji?"
bet?
Song Qianqian was thinking slightly and had a good idea, "Go somewhere with me this afternoon."
She didn't say where she was going in advance, so she went back to rest first.
Earl Song could move his neck, but he also had other skin injuries. He was probably too tired and fell asleep now.
Song Qianqian asked Uncle Song not to wake her up, and she just sat on the floor and meditated to keep herself healthy.
——Half an hour later——
"Aunt Song, are you there? Help my husband! Help!" There was a sudden knock on the wooden door of their house.
I saw Mrs. Chen's eyes were red and swollen from crying. As soon as the door opened, she almost crawled in front of Song Qianqian.
"Sister-in-law, little ancestor! Chen Bing asked me to beg you to save him! He said he was wrong, please give him the antidote, please! No matter how much money you want!"
Earl Song was completely puzzled and just wanted to help the person up quickly.
"How old is Qianqian? How can he stand kneeling? Mrs. Chen, please get up quickly and tell me slowly if you have anything to do."
Song Qianqian stands proudly. She is more than 7,000 years old, how can she not bear to kneel down? Even those in the upper row can be 800 times as powerful as Chen Bing's ancestors.
Seeing that she didn't express her position, Mrs. Chen didn't get up. She threw her arms and refused to help her, "Qianqian, can you save Uncle Chen? You must not be the kind of person they said. You look like a kind-hearted girl. You must be Chen Bing."
I don't know what's good or bad, so don't argue with him..."
Well, Mrs. Chen's words are quite pleasant.
Song Qianqian lowered her eyebrows, "Okay, but I need Mr. Chen to come over and apologize."
Mrs. Chen was embarrassed, "This...he is almost out of breath, can you..."
Chen Bing had just suffered from vomiting and diarrhea, and was sweating all over his body. He was thrashing from time to time, and it seemed that the air was coming out but not coming in.
Mrs. Chen kept asking, and Chen Bing guessed what the problem was. He gritted his teeth and refused to give in. But he was in so much pain that he hurriedly asked her to ask for help.
After a pause, Mrs. Chen gritted her teeth and said, "Okay! We'll come over in a while."
She nodded, and when they left, she looked at Earl Song as if nothing had happened, "Brother, please continue cooking, I'm really hungry!"
About ten minutes.
Chen Bing was helped over by his wife. He looked like a frosted eggplant. He was so dehydrated that he cheered up and said, "Little nun... no, little aunt!"
Song Qianqian raised her hand to stop him and pointed at Uncle Song, "Just apologize to him."
Chen Bing immediately obeyed, "Song San, it's my uncle who is wrong."
"What's wrong?" Song Qianqian's tone was calm, but there was a sense of oppression.