The beautiful twenty-eight-year-old woman's body looks like a crispy body. She holds a sword at her waist and kills the foolish man. Although no head is lost, she secretly teaches you that her bones are withered!
When I was in the Yunyang Sect, Wang Chen always believed that those monks who were sweating like rain in the Gathering of Beauties Pavilion all had their heads kicked by donkeys!
Just for that little bit of happiness, not only did they have to give up their hard-earned spiritual stones, but they also had to act as a furnace for the Joyous Union Sect female cultivator, using their own energy to help the latter cultivate.
How stupid!
Now Joyous Union Sect female cultivator's claws have actually reached into Dongwu Stockade.
Although Wang Chen has never met Xin Han, he still has considerable respect for Master Purple Mansion.
Xin Han has ruled Dongwu Stockade for many years and has managed the Rogue Cultivator city in an orderly manner. Although it has been closed to secular affairs for a long time in recent years, there have been no problems with the daily operation of the city.
The existence of Xin Han has given stability and hope to thousands of Rogue Cultivator and their families.
In fact, with Xin Han's cultivation level, he can go to a certain sect to enjoy the blessings, and the resources he can get will definitely be more than those in Outer Region.
But he stayed here.
In Wang Chen's opinion, Outer Region Rogue Cultivator is worth tens of millions, and Xin Han can be regarded as the number one person!
As a result, the hero is saddened by the beauty.
So many things have happened in just a few days. It's really hard to say what the situation will be like for Dongwu Stockade in the future!
Wang Chen sat in the teahouse until noon before returning to his home.
As soon as he reached the entrance of the alley, he heard a burst of fierce crying and cursing coming from the alley.
Um?
Wang Chen couldn't help but quicken his pace.
I saw a lot of people surrounding the door of neighbor Uncle Zhu's house, most of whom were his neighbors.
There was a young man lying on the ground, curled up and holding his head, being punched and kicked by two big men.
Uncle Zhu and his wife were crying and screaming, but they were blocked by someone.
A burly monk with a rough face sneered at the couple, "It is natural to pay back debts. Your son owes five hundred spiritual stones to our gambling house. As long as you bring out the spiritual stones, we will let him go immediately!"
Wang Chen recognized that the one who fell on the ground and was beaten into a pig's head was none other than Uncle Zhu's only son, Zhu Xiaohu.
He couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Because in Wang Chen's impression, Zhu Xiaohu, who lives next door, is a pretty honest kid.
Third layer of Qi Condensation's cultivation level.
He usually works in a workshop and never causes trouble.
Uncle Zhu is also very proud of his son. Recently, he and his wife have been making arrangements to find a marriage for him.
Who would have thought that he would actually go to a gambling house to gamble and owe someone five hundred spirit stones?
Aunt Zhu cried, "Where do we have so many spiritual stones!"
She turned to her neighbors for help.
But everyone avoided her eyes.
Rogue Cultivator Nothing is easy. Living in a walled city requires firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea all day long. Everything requires flower spirit stones. Everyone's life is generally tight.
Zhu Xiaohu owes not five and fifty spiritual stones, but a full five hundred.
Everyone can't come up with it together.
And if this spiritual stone is lent out, it might be like beating a dog with a meat bun.
There is no return!
The most important thing is that I helped Zhu Xiaohu get through the difficulties this time. Will he gamble again next time?
It's not that everyone is indifferent, it's that this matter can't be helped at all!
The burly monk sneered, "No? Just use your house to repay it."
The house Uncle Zhu lives in is larger than Wang Chen's house, and its value is 100% more than five hundred spirit stones.
After hearing each other's words, the faces of the Uncle Zhu couple suddenly changed.
This house was their life savings. It was the place where Outer Region settled down and settled down. They originally planned to pass it down from generation to generation and leave it to their children and grandchildren.
The two of them really couldn't bear to use their house to pay off their gambling debts.
"Ah!"
The Zhu Xiaohu on the ground received a heavy kick from the burly monk, and his whole body slid forward against the ground.
The people watching the excitement all moved out of the way, but he just happened to slide in front of Wang Chen.
Seeing Wang Chen, Aunt Zhu immediately seemed to have found a life-saving straw. "Wang Daoyou, please help us, I kowtow to you, I only have Little Tiger's son!"
As she said that, she knelt down on the ground!
If anyone in this alley can come up with five hundred spirit stones, it really has to be Wang Chen.
Of course, Aunt Zhu doesn't know Wang Chen's true background, but he knows that he often sells charms at a stall at Marketplace.
Make a lot of money!
Wang Chen immediately stepped aside and sighed, "Auntie, I can't help you with this matter."
He could easily take out five hundred spirit stones.
But why?
They are neither relatives nor friends, but what the other party owes is gambling debts. There is no cure for dog gambling!
"Fellow Daoist Wang!"
The burly monk grinned at Wang Chen: "We meet again, Zhong Xing'an, let's find an opportunity to calculate it carefully again!"
Wang Chen smiled.
I didn't expect that I would end up eating melon on my own head.
Including today, he had met the burly monk in front of him three times in total.
When they met for the first time, the other party tried to pin the previous landlord's debt on Wang Chen's head.
After Wang Chen became famous among Dongwu Stockade, this guy came back and apologized grovelingly.
Now he has returned to his arrogant appearance!
Either he has the chameleon gene, or he has some kind of support, and he no longer takes Wang Chen seriously.
The burly monk raised his foot and stepped on Zhu Xiaohu, and then said to Uncle Zhu and his wife, "I will give you two days to move, and I will come to take over the house the day after tomorrow!"
"Let's go!"
After saying that, he swaggered away with a group of his men.
Before leaving, he gave Wang Chen a provocative look!
Wang Chen was expressionless.
But Wang Chen's appearance caught the eyes of others and mistakenly thought that he was frightened.
Chen Qi, the neighbor across the street from Wang Chen, came over and lowered his voice and said, "Fellow Wang Dao, I heard that Three Rivers Society has taken refuge with the city lord's brother-in-law Golden Snake Gentleman Jin Liancheng, and we can't mess with him now."
After a pause, he added, "If you have a spiritual stone, you'd better consider yourself unlucky."
Wang Chen smiled and said, "I understand."
This Chen Qi is not a bad person, but he has always been cautious and very afraid of those gang members.
"As long as you understand."
Chen Qi was relieved. "Just think of losing money and avoiding disasters. Cultivation is not easy, but peace and safety are the most important!"
At this time, Uncle Zhu and his wife helped their son back home.
Even after closing the door, you can still hear their sad cries.
Without this house, the family of three will have no place to stay in Dongwu Stockade.
Future survival has become a big problem!
The neighbors sighed and went back to their homes, and Wang Chen also returned to his home.
He reached out and wiped his face.
The Thousand Transformations Mask mask fits the face tightly, feels exactly the same as real skin, and even has body temperature.
But the next moment, Wang Chen's face changed.
If the lips are painted with vermilion, the eyes are like dots of paint, and the face is like a pile of flowers, you will have a handsome face!
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