“You are the wife of the majestic Cult Master Hong, yet you don’t even have this little money?” Song Qingshu asked in astonishment. “I left the Cult in a hurry and didn’t bring that much money with me.” Su Quan replied awkwardly. “Brother Song, the members of the Mystic Dragon Cult usually live very frugally.” …
“Is what Madame said true?” Song Qingshu’s eyes lit up when he heard the words. Su Quan was obviously taken aback. Seeing his eagerness to try, she knew that this man couldn’t be dealt with like ordinary men, and her tone immediately turned cold, “Of course I am just joking!” At the same time, a …
Su Quan didn’t intend to tell him about her current predicament, and she just indifferently tidied up her dress. Fang Yi at the side moved a chair over for her to sit, and Su Quan smiled with satisfaction, then she sat down gracefully. She brushed a strand of hair scattered in front of her eyes …
“Miss Fang doesn’t need to blame herself. This Song promised to detoxify you before, but I never did it, and you were blackmailed by the ungrateful as a result. I really deserve it.” Although Song Qingshu spoke lightly, he still despised Fang Yi in his heart. It was just that he found it useless to …
“Xiaobao, you have been searching for the secrets of the Sutra of Forty-two Chapters during your lifetime. Now I have completed the treasure map of the Qing Dynasty’s dragon veins. It is all embroidered on this dress. Take a look…” After lighting the incense and burning the paper money, Shuang’er took out the inner garment …
