Utanhua was already full of joy. Isn’t this a big cheap one to come to your door?
Unexpectedly, Mu Fusheng looked embarrassed and took back his wallet.
When Li Er saw that it was not good, he quickly grabbed Mu Fusheng's arm and leaned into his ear and said, "Young Master Song, you and I know the one on the stage. Although he has no spiritual roots, his body is
Baby, if you donate such a good furnace to the Demon Emperor, she will definitely make her smile."
You Tanhua wants to just slap Li Er and his big mouths now.
She didn't care about her reputation at first, but how could Li Er say this to the little monk?
What if the little monk really misunderstood her?
When did she use the furnace? She simply disdained this despicable way of practicing.
Mu Fusheng coughed lightly, then fell into deep thought, as if he had not made a decision yet.
Li Er added fire and said: "Now the Demon Emperor favors Buddhist son only, everyone in the world knows that if Mr. Song wants to favor again, he will not be able to come up with some fresh tricks? The little beauty on the stage is a person with rich experience in many battles.
It’s also good to come and seek scriptures.”
Mu Fusheng raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't take these words to heart, he already felt that the senior behind him was about to get angry.
He wanted to continue to reject one or two, but he was worried that his senior would not be able to resist the explosion, so he finally refused to say: "Okay, let's follow the boss."
After saying that, he took out the six brilliant spirit stones from his pocket, and Li Er immediately took them with flattering hands and held them in his arms indifferently.
He waved his hand, and several strong men lifted the cage on the stage and sent it to Mu Fusheng.
The beautiful boy in the cage opened his big, godless eyes and shook his head desperately.
He has experienced too many "masters", and most of them are as noble and dust-free as the one in front of him, but in fact they are extremely dirty, and they are all shameless people who are hypocritical and shameless.
Li Er pleased again: "A little messenger will send you the mansion?"
Mu Fusheng waved his hand and said, "No."
After saying that, he gave Youtanhua a look.
Utanhua immediately realized what Mu Fusheng meant, so he naturally could not send Renzhen to the Song Mansion. Song Lan is now looking for Mu Mingjing, so no one can cooperate with him, wouldn’t it be revealed?
So, she flicked her fingertips, and the iron chain that held the boy on the four corners of the iron cage broke directly.
In the shock of everyone, the iron cage suddenly split in front of their eyes, and only the young man was still sitting there stupidly with tears hanging down.
Mu Fusheng took off his outer robe, put it on the boy, and asked, "Can you walk by yourself?"
The boy never expected to be treated like this. He stared at his hands that had regained freedom and nodded subconsciously.
"Okay, then you go with me."
After saying that, Mu Fusheng took the two of them away indifferently and swayed.
After the three of them left, everyone gradually reacted.
"The one who follows Mr. Song is actually a monk. I thought he was just a good-looking servant."
"It's worthy of being the Song family. Are all servants hired monks?"
After Li Er packed the six top-quality spirit stones, he finally felt something was wrong.
Although he didn't lose money by selling, the two of them seemed to be here for the sake of the boy, but they wanted to have a show with him.
He waved his hand to call the servant beside him and whispered: "A few powerful monks are missing, come and see if they are going back to the Song Mansion."
It was already midnight. After leaving Yixiangyuan, the streets were no longer lively, and few drunkards passed by staggeringly.
Youtanhua clenched his fists and said angrily: "How can that boss arrange me like this without any reason? Little monk, don't believe him. No matter what kind of furnace, cauldron or replenishment is a matter of shadow."
How could Mu Fusheng not know Utanhua's style of conduct, but he asked calmly: "Take it serious? The senior has never been the only one who favors the young monk?"
Youtanhua stammered his neck and stammered: "This...it's natural. How could I be the kind of superficial woman who will spoil whoever looks good? I like your soul!"
The boy followed slowly, feeling that the two people in front seemed to have forgotten him.
But he didn't dare to escape secretly. One of them could shatter the iron chain with his fingers.
Even so, he seemed to feel that the two of them seemed to have little interest in him.
This was the first time he had seen someone who bought him at a high price but didn't use it well.