Shenhao System: I am serious about spending money

"Not bad, you have the spirit I had when I was young!" Hua Zhun patted Sheng Leyi's shoulder and said appreciatively.

Sheng Le frowned in pain, then picked up the beer bottle and clinked it with Hua Zhun: "Brother Hua, what about you? Has Mr. V ever asked about your dream?"

"Me? No!" Hua Zhun took a sip of wine and said nonchalantly, "Even if you ask, I don't have any. Only little brats like you talk about dreams all the time. For people like us who have been destroyed by life, what dreams can we talk about? It's childish!"

"My dream is to make money, a lot of money, drive a luxury car, get married, and have a little princess!"

The rain in the mountains did not fall over the city. The two of them chatted freely about life at the barbecue stall surrounded by smoke.

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In the early morning after the rain, the courtyard is filled with the fragrance of earth.

The sun rose from between two mountains in the distance. A ray of morning sunlight shone through the shade of the trees onto the ground in the courtyard. Jiang Xian stood by the courtyard facing the morning sun and practiced Ba Duan Jin.

Yan Xiuzhu and Zou Yu were busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen, while Qi Yue and Zhou Yiyi were busy getting the dishes. Yan Ruosong heard a cough coming from the east room, so he wheeled over to take a look, then turned back and shouted towards the kitchen, "Brother, Sister An Jing seems to have a cold!"

An Jing ran out, saying unhappily, "You're the one who caught a cold... yawn!"

Qi Yue came out with a bowl of porridge, put it down and quickly walked over to touch An Jing's forehead: "You have a fever, stick out your tongue for grandma to see."

The light in the room was a little dim, and Qi Yue took An Jing's hand and walked towards the yard.

An Jing felt powerless: "System, come out, let's talk!"

system:"……"

"Don't play dead, come out now!"

System: "Host, you cannot buy on credit."

An Jing, who was seen through, said: "...Me! @@!! I am a god, I am a Pixiu! I have a cold, is this reasonable? Is this sensible?"

System: "I have reminded you, host."

"I don't care. Just get me some talisman that can strengthen my body, or some medicine that can cure my cold immediately."

System: "Sorry, host, this is not scientific. There is no such medicine in the underworld."

An Jing roared: "You just watch someone die without helping him, right?"

System: "Host, you just have a common cold. You won't die."

An Jing couldn't stand it any longer: "Get lost!"

Jiang Xian walked over and said in a cold tone: "Have you caught a cold?"

An Jing glanced at him, then turned to look at Qi Yue and said pitifully, "Grandma, Grandpa said he won't treat rich people, you won't ignore me, right?"

You still don't forget to complain at this time?

Jiang Xian was immediately furious. Just as he was about to say something, Qi Yue glared at him and said, "What are you still standing here for? Go wash your hands and help serve the food."

Jiang Xian glared at An Jing, snorted, and walked away.

"Come, let grandma take a look." Qi Yue carefully examined An Jing. "What are the symptoms? Are you dizzy?"

Yan Xiuzhu came out, and An Jing looked listless and pitiful: "I feel dizzy, my throat hurts, and my body hurts everywhere. Grandma, I won't die, right?"

I can't die! If I die, then all my quests for this world will be in vain, and I won't complete any of them.

An Jing had fought with others and bled, and had been to a monster's lair and been injured. But that was when she was a Pixiu. She was born with supernatural powers, and even if she was injured, she could recover quickly, not to mention that she had a lot of natural treasures to support her.

I have never felt so exhausted.

"Puh, puh, puh, it's so early in the morning, what nonsense are you talking about?" Qi Yue touched the cold sweat on her forehead, "You must have not covered yourself with a blanket last night and caught a cold. Come on, go in and put on more clothes."

Yan Xiuzhu followed closely beside the two and asked with concern: "Is the cold serious?"

An Jing glanced at him weakly and said unhappily, "I don't want to talk."

Qi Yue was amused by her childishness and said, "It's not serious, just a minor cold."

When I went to add more clothes, I found that all the clothes An Jing brought were short-sleeved, and none of them could keep her warm.

"You kid, why don't you bring a long-sleeved shirt when you come to the countryside?"

An Jing: "My aunt collected the clothes for me, but I forgot to tell her that I was going to the countryside."

Qi Yue was worried. She couldn't wear the clothes of an old woman, right?

Yan Xiuzhu heard the conversation outside and knocked on the door: "I have a coat, it's clean, do you mind?"

A cold wind blew in from the window. An Jing shuddered and said hurriedly, "Don't mind. Bring it here quickly."

After a while, Yan Xiuzhu looked at An Jing who was wrapped in his coat, and quickly looked away, his heart burning with anger.

Jiang Xian walked into the living room from the back door, lowered his eyes and muttered, "The medicine is ready. I'll take it after dinner."

An Jing's mind was a little unclear. It took her a while to react. She secretly complained, "Is he so kind?"

The system popped up and said, "The favorability was updated last night. The current favorability of Mission No. 10 is ."

"Tsk, it's not negative." An Jing looked up at Jiang Xian again, and Jiang Xian snorted in annoyance.

After dinner, An Jing rested on the sofa in the house for a while. Yan Xiuzhu came out with medicine, followed by Jiang Xian with his hands behind his back.

"Eh, it smells so disgusting." An Jing frowned and pushed the medicine away.

Jiang Xian glared at him immediately: "How can medicine not be bitter? Drink it quickly, you are just wasting your time."

An Jing was a little confused: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Xian immediately turned around in anger. Yan Xiuzhu blew on the medicine in the bowl and reminded him, "Grandma Qi told him what you promised last night."

An Jing immediately recalled what she had boasted about last night.

Jiang Xian waited for a second, but when he didn't get a response, he stopped pretending and quickly turned around and said, "You're not going to go back on your word, are you?"

An Jing looked at him and silently repeated "This is the mission target" three times before she said calmly, "I always keep my word."

"Well, well, then it should cost a lot of money, right?" Jiang Xian felt a little embarrassed, which was rare.

An Jing was stunned for a moment, and Yan Xiuzhu hinted, "Grandma Qi said that you promised Grandpa to publish a book for him."

An Jing then understood. Qi Yue was probably worried that Jiang Xian would have hope but end up disappointed, so she probably didn't mention Jiang Qiongjin.

Thinking of Jiang Qiongjin, An Jing didn't even have the heart to tease Jiang Xian, and said seriously: "It won't cost much. You can sort out your manuscripts and books, and we will take them together this afternoon."

Jiang Xian became worried after hearing this: "Leaving this afternoon? You won't lose my book, will you?"

An Jing felt a little nauseous when she smelled the Chinese medicine in the bowl, and her tone became impatient: "I won't let you lose it! If you are worried, then come with us!"

Yan Xiuzhu immediately took over and said, "How about this, Grandpa Jiang, if you are really worried, then we can only scan them all with our mobile phones. However, if you have a lot of books, it may take a bit of time."

"Forget it, you guys can take it!" Jiang Xian thought it over, "If you really leave it with me, you will have to be buried with me in the ground in the future."

"Don't worry, we won't lose it for you." Yan Xiuzhu said, tested the temperature of the bowl, and coaxed An Jing to drink the medicine softly, "It's not hot anymore. If you don't drink it, we will be late for the market."

Jiang Xian: "Are you going out?"

An Jing frowned, hummed, pinched her nose and drank it down suddenly.