Yang Rongrong picked up the jade slip, entered her spiritual sense, and read the accounts in it.
The number of transactions in the Evernight City in the past two days was very large. The merchants handed over half of the profits they made to the city lord's palace. As the temporary owner of the Evernight City, Yang Rongrong had all the money in her hands, and the amount had already exceeded 500 million magic crystals.
She won this bet.
Yang Rongrong put down the jade slip, looked up at Luo Luo sitting in front of her, and smiled with satisfaction.
"As expected of you, the speed of making money is really amazing."
Luo Luo leaned back lazily and responded dully: "It's not bad."
At this time, he was in a complicated mood and had an awkward expression.
He has a physique that attracts wealth. Let alone doing business, even if he is standing on the street begging for food, he can get much more food than other beggars.
In the past two days, he made a lot of money with just a little effort.
Luo Luo was very happy to see the money coming in continuously, but now that all the money had gone into other people's pockets, he suddenly couldn't be happy anymore and his heart ached.
Yang Rongrong patted him on the shoulder: "Thanks to you these two days, thank you very much."
Luo Luo curled his lips: "Don't just thank me verbally."
Yang Rongrong took back her hand: "Didn't I return the golden scale to you? In exchange, you help me make money. Isn't this fair?"
Without waiting for Luo Luo to defend, Yang Rongrong continued.
"But because you have worked so hard for me, I can give you all the magic crystals that I dug out from the wall of Hou Ye's bedroom two days ago as a reward for you."
After saying that, she poured out a small pile of magic crystals from the Qiankun bag.
Luo Luo's eyes immediately lit up.
He quickly sat up straight, stretched out his hands, gathered the small pile of magic crystals into his arms, and said excitedly: "Give me all of these?"
Yang Rongrong nodded: "Well, as long as you behave well, I will not treat you badly."
She is Luo Luo's boss. Although the boss has the power to direct his subordinates to work, he still has to worry about what his subordinates think. Appropriate comfort is necessary.
This will not only increase the enthusiasm of subordinates to work, but also consolidate their loyalty to themselves.
The reason Luo Luo wanted to make a bet with Yang Rongrong was because of the magic crystals she dug out from the wall. Unexpectedly, he still got what he wanted even if he lost the bet.
He was both surprised and happy, and his eyes looking at Yang Rongrong were full of emotion.
"I will definitely listen to you in everything from now on!"
Originally, Luo Luo thought that Yang Rongrong was too cunning and not a good person, but now it seems that he is judging a gentleman with a villain's heart, and he is obviously a very good person! Luo Luo happily left with the magic crystal in his arms.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to drink up the remaining half cup of tea.
If Yang Rongrong hadn't been watching, he would have wanted to take the fruits on the table with him.
Yang Rongrong has become accustomed to his stingy style.
This guy is actually not short of money, he simply doesn't want to spend money and saves money when he can.
To others, money is just money, but to him, money is life.
Spending his money is equivalent to taking his life.
Yang Rongrong put away the jade slips and planned to go inside to meditate.
Recently, she would practice whenever she had time, and finally cured her spiritual root. She must practice hard to improve her cultivation as soon as possible to make herself stronger.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she got up, she heard a muffled sound outside the house.
She immediately became vigilant, quickly took out the Wuwu Sword, approached the door, and shouted outside.
"who?!"
There was a rustling sound outside the door, and a moment later a faint voice came into the house. "Help...help..."
Yang Rongrong opened the door with one hand, looked out, and saw a man lying in the flowers under the steps.
The man was wearing a snow-white robe, with handsome eyebrows, messy black hair, pale face, frowning brows, bloodless lips, and painful moans coming from his throat.
There was a wound on his heart, and the blood stained the skirt of his clothes.
Like red plums blooming in the snow, they are dazzling and bright, with a fragile and decadent beauty.
Yang Rongrong did not approach rashly, but asked while looking at him.
"who are you?"
The man raised his face and begged with sorrow: "I am being hunted and I have no choice but to hide in the City Lord's Mansion. I am not a bad person. I just want to hide here. Please don't tell others."
Yang Rongrong met his gaze and suddenly became trance-like.
She stared blankly and said, "You are seriously injured. If you don't get treatment in time, you will die."
The man took advantage of the situation and begged: "Can you help me? Please."
Yang Rongrong instinctively felt something was wrong.
But her mind was in chaos and she couldn't think normally at all.
She subconsciously felt that the man should be a good person, she could not let him die, she had to save him.
So Yang Rongrong put away Wuwu Sword, walked down the steps, and came to the man.
The man's clothes were stained with some scattered flower petals, and his hair still had some floral fragrance. A pair of passionate and romantic peach blossom eyes looked at Yang Rongrong, full of affectionate meaning.
He was lying among the messy flowers, with scattered black hair tangled among the flowers and leaves. His white clothes were stained with blood. His posture was weak and attractive, like a painting with thick ink and heavy colors.
Yang Rongrong's mind suddenly became more confused.
She bent down and reached out to help the man up.
This man is none other than You Biluo, one of the seven demon kings.
He leaned against Yang Rongrong, put his right hand on her waist, and touched her Qiankun bag with his fingertips.
He moved his fingers and was about to steal the Qiankun Bag when Yang Rongrong suddenly tripped over the steps. She lost her balance and fell down the front steps with the man! You Biluo wanted to steady his body, but then he thought of his injured character at this time, so he had to suppress his instinct to protect himself and let himself and Yang Rongrong fall down the steps together.
By coincidence, his side hit the right angle of the steps. Even though he was protected by demonic energy, the corners of his mouth twitched in pain and he almost couldn't maintain his expression.
Yang Rongrong was not as restrained as him.
When she was about to fall, she grabbed her hands and caught You Biluo's skirt. Finally, she fell on You Biluo, and one of her hands was right on his wound.
In order to make his acting more realistic, You Biluo really stabbed himself in the heart.
The wound wasn't particularly deep, but it did hurt.
Yang Rongrong pressed so hard that her fingers were inserted into his wound.
He screamed in pain: "Ah!"
Yang Rongrong quickly got up from him and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
You Biluo resisted the urge to curse and forced a pale smile.
"I'm fine, just the wound hurts a little."
Yang Rongrong couldn't help but apologize: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. You were too heavy and I couldn't help you, so you tripped on the steps."
When You Biluo heard what she said, she felt even more angry.
He fell down because of her and his injuries worsened. She actually blamed him for being too heavy? She is so good at shirking responsibility!