Douluo's leaves cover the sky

Juyueguan said bitterly, "Your Majesty."

"What's wrong?" Bibi Dong raised her eyebrows.

Juyueguan mustered up the courage and said, "You are too dark."

With four months' salary per year, two titled Douluo can be hired, and there are only eight months left.

What's more, the milk tea shop has just opened, and the income will definitely be higher in the future. Bibi Dong opened her mouth and asked him to share all the profits, and Ju Yueguan was not happy in the bottom of her heart.

Bibi Dong shook his head and said, "That's not how the debt is settled. I allow you to stay in the Wuhun Hall as a free body and allow you to follow Xiaoying. This is enough to compensate for your losses."

"Your Majesty, Xiaoying is just a child, how can he compensate me?" Ju Yueguan asked.

Bibi Dong said softly, "Isn't he filming a movie recently? A movie can sell tens of millions of gold soul coins. You ask him for a share of the profits."

"The movie hasn't been made yet, who knows?" Ju Yueguan's voice became lower and lower, obviously not optimistic about Ye Ying's movie.

Bibi Dong reprimanded, "Anyway, the way out of Wuhun Palace is just the same way."

Juyue was deeply entangled in her concern.

"Your Majesty, I have to go back and think about it." Ju Yueguan bowed and exited the Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong snorted softly, looking in a good mood.

Baby, fight me

No matter what choice she makes, Juyuuguan will be good for her.

Give her the dividends, and she will not only have money to recruit titled Douluo, but also buy this year's latest soul bone.

Women, be kind to yourself.

If Ju Yueguan doesn't agree, then he will stay in Wuhun Hall honestly.

Recruiting titled Douluo sounds easy, but in fact it is not simple. Strong people have their own arrogance, which cannot be easily bought with money.

heh man

The long moonlight flows into every courtyard in Wuhun Palace, and the scenery is picturesque.

"Dad, do you think it would be more realistic if I died like this?"

Ning Rongrong rolled three times on the ground and finally stopped face down.

Chen Xin stood aside and watched, almost grinning.

Ning Fengzhi said dumbfounded, "Rongrong, your father just washed your clothes like the day before yesterday."

"Hehe, dad won't be angry anyway, right?"

Ning Rongrong raised her head, with a little dirt on the tip of her delicate nose.

Chen Xin stepped forward and picked up his little princess, removing the dust from her nose.

Ning Rongrong sat in Chen Xin's arms and asked Ning Fengzhi, "Dad, you haven't said yet whether it's true that I died like that."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head with a smile.

Ning Rongrong said in disappointment, "How can we make it look like we are really dead?"

"Sect Master, why don't we two put on a show?" Chen Xin became playful.

Ning Fengzhi waved her hands repeatedly, "How can this be done?"

"Okay, okay," Ning Rongrong clapped her hands, "Rongrong wants to see it."

A smile twitched at the corner of Chen Xin's mouth.

Before Ning Fengzhi could speak, he pointed his sword at the top of his head, and a straight branch like a sword immediately fell from it.

He held Ning Rongrong with one hand, and with the other hand he held a branch and stabbed straight at Ning Fengzhi, accurately inserting it into the gap between his arm and body.

After Ning Fengzhi was hit by the sword, his face instantly turned pale and his eyes widened.

"Chen Xin, you actually killed me."

He staggered two steps to the side, then stumbled to the ground, and gradually stopped moving.

"Great!" Ning Rongrong clapped excitedly, "Dad, your acting is so real."

However, after she applauded, Ning Fengzhi still didn't move.

Ning Rongrong said in confusion, "Dad"

At this time, Chen Xin sneered.

Ning Rongrong was immediately frightened. She struggled to jump out of Chen Xin's arms, ran to Ning Fengzhi, knelt down and shook him vigorously.

"Dad, don't scare Rongrong." Ning Rongrong was extremely frightened, "Grandpa Jian, why did you kill dad? I hate you."

Chen Xin shook his head helplessly and said, "Sect Master, stop pretending. If you keep pretending to be a little princess, you will hate me to death."

Ning Fengzhi's body turned around. He gently grabbed Ning Rongrong's wrist and said, "Stop shaking it. If you shake it again, it will fall apart."