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Chapter 882 Mary Su Cultivation 68
The veins on Bei Yutang's forehead were twitching suddenly, ready to go berserk at any moment.

She felt that she was calm enough and well-mannered, but when facing him, she really couldn't help but want to beat him up.

If she wasn't strong enough to beat him, she would definitely beat him to the point of crying.

Yan seemed to feel the bad breath emanating from someone, and looked at her coldly.

Bei Yutang was swept away by this murderous look, and shivered shiveringly, put away his thoughts, and showed a perfect smile on his face.

"Master Yan, I'm relatively poor, and I can't afford good things. Please take care of me." Bei Yutang said half-jokingly, half-sarcastically.

Yan coldly responded, "I can tell."

The corners of Bei Yutang's lips twitched slightly, she didn't want to talk to him anymore, talking to him was too shocking.

You must know that the things that Bei Yutang uses here are not high-quality products, and many powerful monks in the Nascent Soul stage may not have so many good things.Bei Yutang was able to enjoy it, thanks to her father who was in the stage of becoming a god.

When she was speechless, the picture that appeared in the next second made her hands itch again.

Yan raised his hand and waved lightly, and saw that all the things in her cave were thrown out of the cave by him like sweeping garbage.

I rely on!

These things were all prepared for her by the original owner's parents, brother, and master, and each item contained their wishes for the original owner.How could he just let him throw away these things.

Bei Yutang immediately ran out, and put all the things piled up outside the cave into the storage ring one by one.

As soon as she turned around, she almost bumped into someone who appeared silently behind her.

Yan looked at her with disgust, "A pile of rubbish is worthy of your treasure."

Bei Yutang really wanted to roll her eyes at him, but because of his force value and bad temper, she said calmly: "Some things are not measured by the preciousness of spirit stones. For example, the jade pot in my hand, although only It is worth hundreds of spirit stones, but it is my elder brother, who digs out spirit jade and polishes it himself."

"Perhaps, in the eyes of outsiders, this thing is only worth a few hundred spirit stones, but in my eyes, it is worthless. Because this is my brother's wish."

Yan snorted disdainfully, "What's the use of monks wanting those useless feelings?"

Bei Yutang was not surprised by his reaction at all, if he knew what emotion is, then it would be called hell.

At this moment, the spirit rabbit, who smelled the breath of its master, ran out of the woods in a hurry, with such agility, it rushed towards Bei Yutang like a bolt of lightning, and landed firmly in her arms.

Bei Yutang looked at the enthusiastic spirit rabbit in his arms, his eyes softened, and he gently stroked the spirit rabbit in his arms.

The little guy squinted his eyes comfortably, with a contented expression on his face.

Yan stared at the spirit rabbit coldly, and saw the way the little slave girl looked at the spirit rabbit, feeling that it was an eyesore.As soon as the spiritual energy in his hand came out, the spirit rabbit who had just sat in Bei Yutang's arms with a happy face had already risen into the air.

The spirit rabbit keenly sensed the killing intent, and chirped, its short legs kept flapping in the air.

Before someone killed someone, Bei Yutang hugged the rabbit back into her arms, and looked at him with an apologetic smile, "Master Yan, you don't like it. I'll take it away right away. It will appear before your eyes."

(End of this chapter)