Divine Genius Healer, Abandoned Woman: Demonic Tyrant in Love with a Mad Little Consort

Ye Qingli almost laughed out loud. She found that Nan Yusheng was really a very interesting person. She must have read through her own ideas and cooperated with her.

"Well, it is better than saying a word, as long as you exceed half of me, even if you win!"

Mo Zihan said aloud, suddenly, she saw the scorching wind on the edge again, and quickly added a sentence: "However, only you and I can take action, not let others help!"

"Of course, it's the puppies who help us!"

Ye Qingli said with a grin: "But we have to bet on the bet in advance, lest some people turn back and pay the bill."

"Huh, what is the identity of the lady, how can you rely on your account?"

Mo Zihan suddenly felt that his words were a little ill-advised, and quickly added another sentence: "And, how could Miss Ben lose? What bet you want, you say it yourself!"

Ye Qingli held her chin for a moment and thought, "I can't think of it for a while, otherwise, what about Miss Mo's bet?"

She smiled like a little fox, because, she saw clearly, the glorious light in Mo Zihan's eyes.

She must have felt that she had already secured the victory?

It is estimated that she is thinking now, how to pit herself hard?

Hey, you will know after a while, who is going to be pitted!

Ye Qingli felt insidious.

She thought about what she would look like when Mo Zihan dug a hole for herself, then jumped down and buried herself with soil.

At this time, Mo Zihan was proud to say: "Look at your poor look, it is estimated that you are not too valuable baby, otherwise, we will bet on spar."

"Your five-colored deer's magic core is probably equivalent to a medium spar. As long as we win? We will pay the same amount of medium spar according to the number of magic cores obtained by the other party. Don't dare to gamble? "

A lot of people listening on the side took a breath.

This bet is thick enough!

Ye Qingli is a foreigner, and still comes from an unknown place like Fengyi City.

It is estimated that the sum of her family property is not worth a few medium spars. This time, she really wants to lose her house!

Of course, in their hearts, they didn't feel that Ye Qingli had any chance of winning.

Ye Qingli seemed to hesitate on the surface, but in fact she was already happy in her heart.

A five-colored deer is a medium-sized crystal, and one hundred is one hundred.

It seems that this Miss Mo is really very confident, think she can really win?

With the golden finger of Xiaobai, Ye Qingli knows how many she wants to grab, she can grab as many.

Hey, this time I really want Mo Zihan to lose his pants.

Yan Fengqing kept holding his hands and looked at the side.

He patted Ye Qingli's shoulder: "Isn't it just a little spar, rest assured that if you lose, Ben Wang will help you out."

"Don't, prince."

Ye Qingli said with a smile: "It's better to bet on this kind of thing. Otherwise, if I win, shouldn't the bet also belong to you? Or should I come by myself!"

Mo Zihan snorted disdainfully.

I don't know what Brother Feng is looking at her, actually helped her so much.

Looking back, I let Brother Feng know that she is a complete waste wood and a liar!