Nangong Yiyun couldn't look at it, and said to Nangong Ao: "Grandpa, I was indeed rescued by them, and they have tried their best to take care of me these days, so let's give them the silver." ”

So many martial arts decencies are watching from the outside, and they can't pay their debts in front of outsiders. 10,000 taels to save a promising grandson, the price is still worth it.

"Give it to them!" Nangong Ao still put his hands behind his back, and turned around after speaking. Shaped like an immortal, flying up, blinking an eye, has reached ten zhang away, into the archway.

What a great light work! The disciples of the Heavenly Puppet Sect all looked straight at each other, and although the decent people were expressionless, they secretly admired in their hearts.

Xining only sighed, so in the previous plot, the martial arts were upright to besiege the Heavenly Puppet Sect, and the old, weak, sick and disabled were only slaughtered.

Nangong De looked at the housekeeper beside him, and the housekeeper asked, "Excuse me, do you want silver taels or silver tickets?" ”

The puppet standing by the window of the carriage whispered, "The silver ticket is easy to carry." ”

Xining replied softly: "Then the silver ticket." "It's all money anyway, as long as you can get it.

Puppet An then shouted: "Whatever, if it is inconvenient to go to the silver treasury to withdraw the silver, the silver ticket is fine." ”

Listening to these words, it implies that the Nangong family is wealthy, and there are silver tickets and cash silver.

"Then the silver ticket!" The butler took out a stack of silver tickets from his bosom and lit them. He counted ten and handed it to the person next to him and asked him to take it, and the remaining three or five were stuffed back into his arms.

It's not that the Nangong family has more than 10,000 taels of silver tickets to run around casually, it should be known in advance that there are 10,000 taels, and when you come, take a few more, for fear of a temporary price increase. They are decent, entangled with the Demon Cult, and they can't afford to be hurt.

Seeing that the silver ticket was handed to Puppet An, Ye Hongling said in a weird manner: "Count clearly, don't say less afterwards." ”

The puppet Ying replied unceremoniously: "Thank you for reminding, originally for the sake of the Nangong family, I should believe that the Nangong family will not be short of catties." Since you said it, let's make it clear, otherwise don't say that you don't sell face. ”

Puppet An then looked at them one by one, and finally nodded, and handed the silver ticket into the car window: "Sect Master, there are enough numbers, and they can be used in all states and counties." ”

Xining didn't answer: "Put it there for you." ”

This is 10,000 taels, and I usually sell medicinal herbs and mountain goods, and the maximum is 20 or 30 taels of silver. Puppet An thought for a while: "Then I will give a part to Uncle Pharmacist, and I can't put it on one person, for fear of falling off." ”

"You can do it." Xining added a sentence later: "I don't worry about you doing things." ”

Puppet An almost cried without being moved, and the sect leader really trusted him the most.

Seeing so many silver tickets, Ye Hongling's eyes were red, and she sneered with unkind words: "Now you have made a fortune!" ”

"Envy, huh? If you have the ability, you can also go to the mass grave to pick one up and save it. The puppet warbler snorted back: "You don't have that ability, you are a yellow-toothed child with no money and no ability, only a sharp mouth left." ”

"I didn't say that!" The puppet warbler's voice was crisp and loud: "This is what your cousin's father said, and everyone heard it." Isn't it? ”

Immediately, the disciples of the Heavenly Puppet Sect shouted vividly: "Yes! ”

"You~" Ye Hongling was so angry that her eyes were red now. After a while, he scolded: "Demon Sect Demon Girl, she looks so ugly, if it were me, I would rather die!" ”

This time the puppet warbler has blown up its hair, and the puppet warbler is good at everything, but there is such a big birthmark on the cheek, which affects the appearance, and it is the most taboo to be called ugly.

"I'm ugly, you're beautiful?" The puppet warbler walked towards Ye Hongling, rolling up her sleeves as she went.

Seeing that it was not good, the puppet spirit limped and ran a few steps, hugged the puppet Ying's waist and persuaded: "Sister Puppet Ying, don't be like her." She is actually uglier, and ugly people are also ugly, and she is stupid! ”

"Who are you calling stupid?" Ye Hongling over there was also a big blow, she had long seen that these demon sects were not pleasing to the eye, since she wanted to fight, then start fighting.

"You're stupid, you're stupid. Ugly and stupid! ”

"You're stupid, lady with a flower face!"

The puppet warbler who was hugged by the waist faced Ye Hongling, who was also pulled. Both sides are scolding and waving fists, where is there still a bit of a lady look?

Everyone is still watching, but here they are scolding the street with the Demon Sect, what kind of system has it become? Nangong De, who was still left to deal with things, became angry, and roared angrily: "Enough!" ”

The sound resounded through the four fields, like thunder. People with poor skills covered their ears one after another. Is it a lion's roar?

"Huh~" The horse was frightened, raised its front hooves and neighed.

"Phew, hoo......" The coachman hurriedly pulled the reins, but could not stop the frightened horse.

The horse ran, took the cart, and crashed into Nangong's house.

"Sect Master~" Puppet An was shocked and chased wildly towards the runaway carriage.

The carriage was bumpy like a seven-magnitude earthquake, and Xining, who was sitting inside, was really full of bitterness. It's going to be over, something big is going to happen!

It was less than five meters away, and when he was about to collide, Nangong De suddenly jumped up, raised his fist, and punched the horse in the neck.

There was a muffled sound of "dong ~", the frightened horse was hit in the neck, and with a "bang" sound, his steps began to stumble, and finally his body tilted, and because of inertia, he fell to the ground along with the car.

Xining was thrown out of the car, and after a few more rolls, she fell to the ground in embarrassment, unable to move.

Damn~, I fell so badly, this pretending to fail.

"Master!" Puppet An ran to the side, saw her lying on her stomach, didn't dare to move, squatted down, and asked anxiously: "Is it hurt, where is it?" ”

Xining lay on her stomach, raised a hand, and waved weakly: "I'm fine." "It's okay with a hammer, my knee should have been broken, it hurts.

Now the martial arts decents are all looking straight, what is going on with the Heavenly Puppet Sect? This sect leader is either too poor in martial arts, or he doesn't know martial arts at all.

A question grows in the hearts of people of all stripes...... Could it be that the Heavenly Puppet Sect doesn't know anything but poison?

"Sect Master, Sect Master......" The disciples all ran over and formed a circle.

Nangong De was also stunned, he didn't expect things to turn out like this, but he quickly reacted: "Go and ask for a doctor." ”

"No need to please, am I?" An old hoarse voice rang out.

The cultists moved out of the way, allowing the puppets on crutches to slowly walk in.

After the puppet squatted down like a big bucket, her fingers took the pulse, and she moved her hands and feet again, pressed the waist side of her abdomen to make sure that the bones were not broken and there were no internal injuries, and then she stood up, still like a bucket: "Well, it's not a big deal." Puppet, help the sect leader to the carriage, be careful. ”

Seeing that it should be difficult for her to move, Golem hugged her sideways.

There was something shiny next to her, and when she looked sideways, it was a silver mask...... Damn, the mask is off!

And Nangong Yiyun, who was being supported, looked at the beautiful face of the owner with stunning eyes, like everyone else.

The Heavenly Puppet Sect Leader wearing a red gauze skirt looked twenty-eight years old, just a good age, and he was so beautiful and amazing. It was like a red cloud, carried by the black guy to the carriage.

The men looked dumbfounded, as if they were dreaming.

And Xining just wanted to cry, it was really a thousand precautions, but it was exposed.