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

However, the figure of eight hundred still trembles in their hearts.

This is not eight, eighty, but eight hundred!

It is equivalent to 800 medium-sized crystals, a ten-year-old stock of the door school, everything ordinary people dare not imagine!

Everyone looked at Ye Qingli with jealous, jealous and hateful eyes. This yellow-haired girl's luck was so good that she even caught up with this kind of bad luck?

Nan Yusheng said with a smile: "Miss Mo, this time, should you fulfill your gamble?"

It was only at this time that the crowd gathered to remember, yes, Mo Zihan made a bet with Ye Qingli!

Their bet is that no matter who wins, how many fewer five-colored deer are there than the other party, they will have to pay the same amount of spars.

In other words, Mo Zihan also lost to Ye Qingli 800 medium crystals!

Oh wrong, it is 799 ...

Of course, the only one Mo Zihan hunted seems to have been forgotten ...

Mo Zihan apparently thought of this problem too, her face suddenly turned pale!

800 medium spar, what is that concept?

Even if all the thoughts of the Mo family are taken out now, there are probably 800 pieces!

This is not eight or eighty, but a full 800!

Mo Zihan wished to drop a thunder on his head at this time, and directly chopped herself to death. Why did she just get so brainstormed just now, she actually made such a bet with Ye Qingli!

Originally, she thought that, with her own ability, it was a common thing to win Ye Qingli's one hundred and eighty crystals. Unexpectedly, she now lost all her money!

Nan Yusheng didn't care about Mo Zihan's dead face at all, and said with a smile: "But it's just 800 spar, this thing will also be placed on the principle of Miss Mo, should you not deny it?"

Mo Zihan has a roaring urge.

You speak lightly, and try it with you instead, to see if you will be dumbfounded!

She estimated that all her property could be put together, and thirty or fifty pieces could still be made up, but eight hundred ... it might as well have asked her fortune-telling directly.

Nan Yusheng's cheap goods are even more annoying than that of Ye Qingli's little bitch. Here he jumps up and down, fanning the flames!

"I don't have that much!"

She snorted coldly.

"No, wouldn't Mister Mo really want to pay the bill?"

Nan Yusheng said with a smile: "The big guy just saw it just now, and the words in black and white are clearly written. If Miss Mo wants to pay the bill, then I, the notary, will come out to do justice, lord, do you say that? "

Yan Feng raised his eyebrows lightly.

It looked like Ye Qingli didn't put 800 medium crystals in his eyes.

He found that now, he really can't see through this girl.

Oh, interesting, interesting!

Hearing Nan Yusheng's words, Yanfeng said slowly: "Of course, not only everyone in this king has seen it, it doesn't matter if Miss Mo can't make a bet, as the saying goes, the female debtor pays , The Mo family is there, and ca n’t run again. "

"Just go and ask Mr. Mo Da for the account!"

"Brother Feng ..."

Mo Zihan has nothing to say.

She did not expect that Yanfeng Qing was not at all towards her, but towards the little bitch!

How did that happen?

Damn it!