The heroine forced me to fall in love with money

Since Jiang Zhinan came to this world, he has been ostracized and ridiculed.

After all, her career is here, a person who deals with the dead all day long, and no one wants to have much contact with her.

Think she is gloomy, think she is scary, and say she will bring bad luck.

In addition, she is just an outer sect disciple, living here and absorbing some spiritual energy from the heavens and the earth is considered a high achievement, and she doesn't even have the most basic inner sect mental method in her hand, she is so humble that no one wants to read more She glanced.

In the long run, there are only a handful of people who are willing to say hello to her on the road.

Jiang Zhinan has been a transparent person for more than half a month, and this is the first time he has talked so much with people other than the system.

But that person happens to be the target of her mission, and she is the daughter of the famous headmaster, Lan Sirou, and she just said that she likes herself.

Jiang Zhinan also got stuck for a while, hesitated for a long time and finally told her that he could be friends first.

Such a sentence makes people listen to it, it is very likely to be ridiculed and disgusted, but Lan Sirou's eyes suddenly fog up when he is moved.

"Pull the hook!" She was delighted for a long time alone, and after a while, she stretched out her little finger forward to hook Jiang Zhinan, fearing that she would regret it, "Then be friends first."

"I will try my best to make Yanyan like me." She said, with a beautiful smile on her lips, as if she was very happy.

Is it so happy to like yourself so much and agree to be friends?

Looking at her, Jiang Zhinan felt a sudden warm current in his heart, and finally felt some warmth in this huge Qingguang sect.

"En." She responded like this, and then even laughed, raising her hand to hook Lan Sirou's little finger.

The two of them finished reading the words of promise like children, and then stamped thumb to thumb, reaching an agreement by coincidence.

It was very late now, and even the insects had been silent since some time, and it was strangely quiet outside.

Lan Sirou thought that she was so tired every day, it was better not to stay and continue to disturb her, so she got up and said goodbye to Jiang Zhinan, saying that she would come back tomorrow.

"Okay." Jiang Zhinan responded, telling her to be careful on the way back.

"Don't worry." Lan Sirou smiled, pushed the door open and was about to leave, but suddenly turned back halfway.

"What?" Jiang Zhinan asked her, "Did something fall on my place?"

"No." Lan Sirou shook her head in response, her cheeks were flushed, she hesitated for a while and finally said softly, "It's just... I want a hug from my friends."

Her face itself is good-looking, and her big eyes are extremely playful and cute even if she just blinks, which is very suitable for acting like a baby.

Jiang Zhinan was also a little shy at what she said, but after a while, he still walked up to her gently and hugged her as she wished.

"Rest early," she said afterwards.

……

Early in the morning of the second day, Jiang Zhinan got up and continued to work.

Another person died in the battle with the monster last night. That person was a disciple of the Qingguang Sect who hadn't started for half a year.

The death was extremely miserable. All the tendons and veins of the body were broken, the bones were torn apart, and the flesh was also torn, and the openings were one after another.

Such a situation was enough for Jiang Zhinan to be busy all day.

It's still early now, even those disciples haven't gotten up to practice yet, and the whole body is only just getting bright.

Jiang Zhinan lit a stick of incense, turned around and rummaged through the small gold bag for tools, when he raised his head again, he suddenly saw Lan Sirou's figure at the door.

It came so early.

"Yanyan~" The man outside the door curled up his lips and smiled, he looked pretty tight, like an elf who strayed into the world, "I'm here to find you!"

"It's so early." Jiang Zhinan looked at her, feeling a little happy.

But the scene right now was too terrifying, it might be very unbearable for Lan Sirou, so Jiang Zhinan had no choice but to shake his head, and temporarily changed his words and told her to go back first, and come back when he was done with work.

"It's okay." Lan Sirou said, and then walked in, "I want to stay with you."

"Aren't you afraid?" Jiang Zhinan asked.

"I don't..." Lan Sirou smiled, raised her eyes to look at the corpse, and was immediately taken aback.

Jiang Zhinan knew that she must have been taken aback, so he hurriedly tried to block the corpse in front of her.

She opened her lips, and wanted to say something to divert Lan Sirou's attention, but she didn't expect the other party to open her mouth first.

"I'm not afraid." She said, her tone was a little blunt, obviously forcing herself to say it.

"Really?" Jiang Zhinan raised his eyebrows, suddenly felt that the person in front of him was really cute.

"Really!" Lan Sirou nodded, then turned around and pulled a wooden chair to sit down, blinking at her with big eyes, "I don't look at the corpse, I look at Yanyan..."

"If you look more, you won't be afraid at all." She said, subconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes with both hands, "If you are afraid, tell me, I will protect you."

"Okay, okay." Jiang Zhinan echoed repeatedly, turned around and burst out laughing.

After she left last night, Jiang Zhinan actually had a general understanding of Lan Sirou's situation with the system.

After all, for a daughter who was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, why would she be loved by so many people, why would she help change her destiny.

"Not really." The system shook his head and said, "Actually, she is quite difficult."

"What?" Jiang Zhinan was puzzled.

"This guy." The system sighed, very helpless, "It's a good-for-nothing for cultivating immortals."

"Obviously the physique and talent are good, but no matter what, I can't learn the fairy art. The whole person is like a funnel, no matter how much I pour it into, it still can't survive."

"The head of the sect has worked hard for decades, tried almost everything that can be tried, and finally had no choice but to give up."

"How could this be..." Jiang Zhinan felt a little confused.

"That's right." The system responded, "So fairy art has no chance for her from now on, Lan Sirou can only learn mortal swordsmanship and lightness kung fu to defend herself."

"Fortunately, she is the head's daughter, and she is protected by so many people, so she doesn't need to participate in any battles." The system said, "But the more special treatment Lan Sirou is given, the more uncomfortable she will feel."

"There are countless snobbish people in Xianmen. They are smiling on the surface, but they may use some exaggerated words to seriously hurt her behind the scenes."

This kind of treatment is inexplicably similar to that of Jiang Zhinan.

After all, it is still scary.

Jiang Zhinan sighed, his heart inevitably felt distressed, thinking that he should help Lan Sirou more.

However, she has no idea how to help, what method to use and what path to take. The head of the sect has been working hard for so many years but has not been resolved. How can she, an outside sect, have a solution.

Just very distressed.

Jiang Zhinan's head is getting bigger with worry, he started to think about it when he went to bed yesterday, and he kept thinking about it until now, even when he was sewing the corpse.

The system itself resonated with her, and after enduring Jiang Zhinan's thoughts for a long time, it finally quit and planned to go home to take refuge.

After she left, only Lan Sirou remained by her side.

The girl hasn't spoken since she sat there, and it has been more than an hour now, and she hasn't seen any movement, honestly, it seems that she has been cast with a holding spell.

Jiang Zhinan sewed for a long time and suddenly felt something was wrong with the corpse, so he quickly turned his head to take a look, wondering what Lan Sirou was doing.

Are you frightened?

she thinks.

After all, a person who has never participated in any battles has not even seen a few dead people, let alone such extremely bloody and terrifying scenes.

Rather than continuing to sew corpses here, Jiang Zhinan felt that it would be better for him to take Lan Sirou out to change his mood.

She thought a lot at this moment, and even thought of the worst outcome.

Unexpectedly, when she turned around, she found that nothing happened.

Lan Sirou in front of her was just sitting on the chair, with a smile on her lips, flushed cheeks, staring at herself happily.

"You..." Jiang Zhinan paused, feeling a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Is Yanyan tired?" Lan Sirou hurriedly stood up before she finished speaking, took out her handkerchief and came over to help her wipe off her sweat, "I've noticed since just now that you're out of bed. A lot of sweat."

"Just now?" Jiang Zhinan was taken aback, "Have you been staring at me?"

"Yes." Lan Sirou nodded in response, her eyes were bright, "I've been seeing the present since the moment I came in."

"It's the same now~" Before Jiang Zhinan could say anything else, she immediately added another sentence.

Really not lying, Jiang Zhinan looked into her eyes and found that those amber pupils were really full of himself.

I really like her look.

Jiang Zhinan blushed unconsciously as he watched, his heartbeat accelerated a lot, and the needle in his hand suddenly became unsteady.

Lan Sirou stretched out his hand to touch the corner of her clothes and pulled it lightly, with anticipation in his eyes, he asked her if she wanted to take a rest, so as not to get tired.

Jiang Zhinan couldn't bear to touch her face, so he nodded and agreed softly.

"Then let's have a cup of tea~" Lan Sirou laughed, she was so happy that she even walked like a bouncing rabbit.

If the system had not identified her identity, Jiang Zhinan really felt that this person was transformed from a rabbit.

She smiled, took the first step out of the door, lowered her head and put her tools into the small gold bag as she walked forward, and then hurried to the river to wash her hands.

She walked in a hurry, so naturally she didn't notice that Lan Sirou who was behind her gently squeezed the formula with the back of her hand.

Immediately afterwards, a cloud of black mist steamed up and flew quietly along with the wind, covering the corpse on the bed.

After the black mist disappeared, the densely packed wounds on the corpse healed a lot at a speed visible to the naked eye.