soul devouring system

However, seeing that most of the gold coins given by Wang Dong did not have the imprint of the imperial currency, the little nobleman still raised his doubts.

"Internal channels." Wang Dong only gave such an explanation.

Mystery and mystery often make people have all kinds of assumptions. With just four words, the expression of the little nobleman immediately becomes extremely rich.

"Thank you, my lord, go slowly, my lord."

Naturally, he would not count the money in front of Wang Dong, the little noble flattered him and sent Wang Dong out of the house.

It seemed that he wished Wang Dong could leave his place as soon as possible.

"Your Excellency, I hope that when anyone asks about Ai Li in the future, you can say that she is not your daughter." Wang Dong, who was too lazy to waste time with this little nobleman, finally ordered.

There is no doubt that the little nobleman agreed very simply.

Subsequently, Wang Dong left the noble family.

What happened after that was the pharmacist's own business.

Looking at the empty gold coins in his interspatial ring, Wang Dong didn't feel that the money was worthless.

At first, Wang Dong felt sorry for Ai Li's mother who rushed out, but after looking at Heimerding's memory, he felt relieved.

What is the purpose of marrying a nobleman who already has a wife?
If she really liked Ai Li so much, then why Ai Li would rather run away from home than stay with her parents?
Take a deep breath.

"After spending such a large amount of money, it's time to find a way to restore blood."

Wang Dong had an idea in his heart.

The muscles on his face began to move rapidly, and the crackling sound also came from the joints. He became more and more proficient in using the functions of slime slime, and Wang Dong also had some experience in changing the shape. For example, if he wanted to become a fat man, Just put all the muscle under the fat, and if you want to become thinner, you can cross the fat and muscle.

It is easier to change the shape of the face, because the muscle groups on the face are more complex and varied than those on the body.

But after a while, Wang Dong's face changed again.

Although he still carries his shadow, no matter in terms of body shape or temperament, Wang Dong now looks like another Selvan.

"Hey." Wang Dong tried to imitate Selfan's face that kept smiling all the time.

But what is helpless is that no matter how similar the appearance is, it is impossible for me to completely imitate the temperament contained in his smile.

Wang Dong simply controlled his muscles and pulled his cheeks into a Selfan smile.

Anyway, he was always smiling all day long, so it seemed that there was nothing wrong with smiling so stiffly all the time.

Looking at the mirror placed in the street shop, Wang Dong, who bought a fan at random, staggered towards the boundary of the Demondsen family.

In the mansion of the nobleman, several servants guarding the gate were chatting boredly. Seeing a figure swaying in the distance, the gatekeeper cheered up a little. A little thin, the gatekeeper felt that this person was a little strange, but more familiar.

After the man approached, he still lowered his head.

The gatekeeper just wanted to go up to stop him, but saw the man's head slightly raised under the slightly yellow light in front of the gate.

"Master!" The gatekeeper immediately bowed and saluted.

"En." The young man with the folding fan in his hand walked into the mansion without looking at the two of them.

The hearts of the two gatekeepers jumped.

"Hey, don't you think today's young master is a bit strange?" asked the thin man on the left.

"It's a little bit, I haven't seen the young master wearing this kind of clothes... What the hell! How can we figure out this young master's temper?" The hemp stick on the right yelled indifferently.

After such an incident, most of the drowsy feeling between the two of them dissipated, and they started chatting and bragging to kill time again. Another figure came.

"Master!" After seeing the face of the person coming, the two immediately bowed their heads respectfully.

"Okay, you two have worked hard." Sai Erfan smiled at the two of them as usual.

"No hard work, no hard work! With you, young master..." One of the gatekeepers was suddenly taken aback, as if thinking of something, he exchanged a glance with the other.

Selfan had planned to bypass the two of them, but when he saw the strange expressions on their faces, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Well, young master, didn't you come back just now? When did you go out again?" The two asked as gatekeepers.

"What? Have you been back once?" Selvan was stunned, and smiled, "You two won't be dazzled, right? I went out to patrol the store in the evening, and I only came back now. How could I come back once before?"

"But, we really saw you passing here once, young master..." said the gatekeeper.

"Huh?" Selfan frowned.

However, Selfan thought about it and thought it was still impossible. How could there be two selves in this world?
"I know about this. The next time you encounter any strange people, remember to stop them directly."

"Yes."

After a few casual instructions, Selfan walked into the house thoughtfully.

But as soon as he entered the door, Selvan bumped into a short man wearing a servant's costume. This man was in a hurry, and the two happened to walk across from each other, and the one who didn't pay attention was bumped into by Selvan He staggered back a few steps.

Silvan's face turned cold, and he patted the servant's clothes in disgust.

"What's wrong with you? You don't look at the road when you walk at night! What are you in such a hurry for?"

The servant quickly lay down on the ground, not daring to lift his head, talking tremblingly.

"Big, big, young master, I am ordered by the third wife to go to the market to buy some gouache. The third wife is the master tonight..." the servant said.

Sylvain breathed a sigh of relief.

"Be careful next time, and be careful with your head again."

I don't know what kind of muddy this nobleman is. He was talking and laughing with two gatekeepers last moment, but now he is using this tone with such a servant.

But it is often like this for nobles to attack their hearts. This is what Selvan learned from his father.

Buying people's hearts with benevolence, the gap in status and class makes these servants naturally regard themselves as an object worthy of respect. At this time, it is easy for them to remember their goodness by showing a smiling face. Be stricter, this will help build the prestige of being a noble aristocrat.

So Selfan also learned from his father's way.

"Yes, young master..." The servant trembled and did not dare to move.

Selfan nodded in satisfaction, and waved his hand: "Then go! Don't delay Sanniang's good deeds."

"Yes." The servant quickly got up from the ground and disappeared at the gate in a flash.

Sylvan shook his head helplessly.

It seems that the quality of the newly recruited servants of Demond Sen still needs to be improved. How can such rashness reflect the nobility of an aristocratic family?