The personal security of the beautiful president

Hearing this, Ding Zhe's heart suddenly tightened.

"Your high priest indeed saved your life, but there is no need for you to give your life back to him."

Shenghua was silent.

Ding Zhe finally understood what kind of woman Shenghua was, and it was inevitable that he would feel a little unbearable in his heart.

Now that she is young and might lose her life, why should she?

Why can't such a rare woman in the world have a perfect life?Why go through so many experiences?

unfair!

"Listen to me, there is absolutely no need for you to show up for the Witch Clan. The reason why you are alive is because you are destined to be like this. Don't do anything stupid, do you understand?"

When Ding Zhe got excited, he actually spoke many vernacular words on earth.

Shenghua was startled, then smiled.

"I accept my benefactor's wishes, but since I have promised others, I must keep it. What's more, I may not die."

Ding Zhe knew that no matter how much he tried to persuade her, it would be useless. Seeing that Shenghua had made up her mind, he could only follow her, but Ding Zhe also had his own ideas.

"In that case, I will no longer stop you from completing the mission of the Witch Clan. However, now I am your bodyguard and have the responsibility to protect you."

He secretly made up his mind to improve his cultivation as soon as possible, not only for the sake of blooming flowers, but also for the surviving monks of Yunxianfu, and also for the sake of his wives, who would no longer receive safety threats.

Now that he had made up his mind, Ding Zhe was no longer upset and left with Shenghua to help her find where to go.

There are many merchants in the city, and you can see vendors selling goods wherever you go. They have different levels of cultivation and have a wide variety of goods.

Ding Zhe saw an ornament and liked it very much. He couldn't help but pick it up and look at it.

But out of the corner of his eye, he saw three people standing at the entrance of the alley not far away.

It looked like two people were frisking another person.

"What's wrong?" Shenghua asked curiously.

"Interesting, I seem to have seen deception that can only be seen in my hometown." Ding Zhe replied.

"trick?"

Shenghua looked in the direction Ding Zhe was observing and saw the three people pulling.

"Maybe there was a dispute between them. In the Dark God Realm, this kind of thing is common."

However, Ding Zhe did not answer. Instead, he put down the ornaments in his hands and walked straight towards the three of them.

"You have a share of what you see, so you can't default on it!"

"That's right, even though you picked up this treasure, we both saw it too!"

"That's right, as I said just now, we don't want more. This treasure is worth at least one hundred purple fairy stones. We both want half of it, and the rest is yours!"

The two of them kept talking to each other until the male cultivator, who was holding a clay pot in his hand, was speechless.

"You...you are clearly robbing!" the male cultivator holding the clay pot said, "I clearly picked up this treasure myself, why should I give you half of it?"

"Hey! If you weren't close, wouldn't we be able to get it?" A male cultivator said, "Besides, if you hadn't found out it was a treasure, would you have rushed over and snatched it from us?"

"Boy, this is the Dark God Realm. Think about the consequences, otherwise don't blame us for being rude!"

Another male cultivator gestured to take action.

When the man was helpless, Ding Zhe suddenly appeared.

"Hey, what kind of treasure is this? Show me!"

Ding Zhe stepped forward and snatched the clay pot from the male cultivator's hand.

As soon as he got it, Ding Zhe realized something was wrong.

This pottery pot looks simple, but Ding Zhe knows that its surface is wrapped in a thick layer of spiritual energy, but its inside is made of the most ordinary clay.

"You... what do you do?"

"Go back where you came from, it's none of your business here!"

Ding Zhe didn't care what they said, he just looked at the pot.

"Well, how do you sell this baby? I bought it." Ding Zhe said loudly.

The two people looked at each other and immediately became happy.

"Hey! This clay pot was discovered by the three of us and has nothing to do with you!"

"Yes, this is a treasure worth two hundred purple fairy stones. The three of us are discussing how to divide it!"

"Two hundred Purple Immortal Stones? No, no, no, its value is higher, far more than two hundred Purple Immortal Stones." Ding Zhe shook his head.

When the two people heard this, they immediately became happy.

"Okay! How much can you offer?"

"Oh, such a good treasure, why should I get a thousand purple fairy stones?"

The male cultivator who picked up the pottery jar was startled. He did not expect that Ding Zhe would give such a high price.

The other two male cultivators were laughing from ear to ear.

"Get rich, get rich!"

"Benefactor, what are you thinking about? It..."

"I know I know."

Before Shenghua could finish speaking, Ding Zhe gently patted Shenghua on the shoulder.

Shenghua immediately understood and stopped talking.

"I want this treasure, but now I don't have the Purple Immortal Stone. What do you think I should do?" Ding Zhe said suddenly.

"What?" said a male cultivator: "You don't have the Purple Immortal Stone and you are still here talking to me about this and that? Give me back the treasure quickly!"

The male cultivator tried to grab it, but Ding Zhe raised the pot high.

"There's more than one clay pot, so what if you just give it to me?"

Ding Zhe's words were so shocking that the two monks were stunned.

"You...what did you say? This clay pot is a once-in-a-lifetime treasure. Why do you say there is still more?" asked another male cultivator.

The male cultivator who picked up the clay pot was dumbfounded. He was stunned on the spot and had no idea what Ding Zhe wanted to do.

"Am I wrong?" Ding Zhe asked, "Well, is it possible that there are many similar clay pots in your storage ring?"

"you……"

The male cultivator's face suddenly changed color, as if Ding Zhe had spoken to his mind.

And how could this subtle change in expression escape Ding Zhe's eyes.

"Humph!"

Immediately, Ding Zhe threw the pottery pot directly to the ground, and the pottery pot instantly shattered on the ground.

"what are you doing?"

"What are you doing? This clay pot of yours is fake. You still have many storage rings, so this one is the best!"

"You bullshit!"

Ding Zhe didn't reason with him, grabbed the other person's hand and took off his storage ring.

Then, a large number of clay pots suddenly appeared on the ground.

"Ah!" The male cultivator who just picked up the clay pot exclaimed and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

The other two monks flushed with anger.

"Boy! You ruined my good deeds and are seeking death!"

After saying that, the two of them attacked Ding Zhe at the same time.

However, their cultivation is far from that of Ding Zhe.

Ding Zhe stood there and stretched out a hand.

With a wave of his hand, the two male cultivators fell to the ground.

"Did you see it? This is all a trick. They use fake things to trick you into getting immortal stones. Be careful in the future." Ding Zhe said to the male cultivator who picked up the clay pot.

"Yes...yes, they turned out to be liars!"

Ding Zhe came to the two of them with a smile.

"Now, tell me, how much are so many clay pots worth?"

"You...what do you want to do?"

"Me? I'm not doing anything, I just want to know how many fairy stones you plan to use to buy these pots back."

"This……"

"I... I'll give you one hundred purple fairy stones!" A male cultivator saw Ding Zhe's unkind look and knew that he couldn't afford to offend him, so he had to spend money to buy his life.

"A hundred purple fairy stones? Don't you think it's a little?"