Godly Choice System

Chapter 745: Saintess Modern City Travel Notes (Part 1)



Chapter 745: Saintess Modern City Travel Notes (Part 1)

Switching back to a white dress, she looked immortal. The noble and beautiful Sage Fanqing stood at the entrance of the hotel. She looked at the various cars, cars, buses, trucks, etc. coming and going on the road, she said quietly. Sentence: "Qingzhu."

"what?"

"We have no money."

"..."

The little maid Qingzhu was dumbfounded. They didn't bring money when they came out. Oh no, they brought money, but the money is paper money from 30 years ago, or silver dollars from 80 years ago or even gold and silver from a hundred years ago.

They didn't see Li Yun withdraw any money yesterday, so they took a mobile phone, pointed at a pattern with many black and white squares (actually a QR code), swiped it, and then said the payment was ready.

Qingzhu didn't know that in addition to making calls, mobile phones had this function!

Therefore, the two have been out for three days, and they have never seen what money is like in modern society!

"No, nothing!"

Qingzhu cheered up and looked around and said, "My Lord Saint, let's find a pawnshop and sell some gold and silver jewelry. These must be valuable!"

Sage Fanqing has no objection. She has realized that it is impossible to investigate the six magic gates today. It is enough to be familiar with the life style of this city.

Fortunately, the time set by the saint of the Six Demon Gates was two days later, and there was still time.

It's just inexplicable. Sage Fan Qing felt that everything went too smoothly, and always felt that something was wrong.

"Two beauties!"

While thinking about it, Saint Fan Qing saw a handsome man with a stout figure on a red sports car, and gave her a sunny smile:

"Beauty, where do you want to go? I'll take you there!"

In terms of appearance, the man in front of him is not worse than Li Yun, but inexplicably, Fan Qing Sheng thinks that he is too vulgar, completely incomparable with Li Yun.

——Subconsciously, Sage Fan Qing compared him with Li Yun.

Qingzhu glanced at him, enduring his desire to reprimand him, and said angrily: "This son, your car only has two seats."

The handsome man's eyes lit up, snapped his fingers and said coolly and handsomely: "I thought there was something wrong, the beauties, wait a minute, I will make arrangements for you, Young Master Liang, within five minutes!"

Seeing the two tops that are expected to strike up a conversation, no, the woman in the white dress is definitely the most beautiful and temperamental beauty he has ever seen!

Just seeing her, the handsome man couldn't help but flash in his eyes. If he could take down these two beauties, he would be willing to spend all the money in the card!

"Shao Liang?"

Qingzhu glanced at him with a slight disdain, and he dared to call him the young master in front of the Lord Saint.

"Master Saint, look at it?"

Qingzhu asked Fan Qingsheng's opinion, the latter shook his head slightly, took out a hairpin and gave it to her.

Qingzhu understood, holding the hairpin and shook this Liang Shao, "Did you see this?"

Shao Liang was taken aback, could it be the love of this fairy-like beauty? This is too fast!

Thinking of this, Liang Shao nodded frantically, his face overjoyed.

"How much is it worth?"

"..."

Shao Liang was dumbfounded. It turned out that this beauty said that she was also rich and didn't want to be accosted?

"Make a price, if the price is right, I'll sell it to you!"

Qing Zhu's next sentence made Liang Shao stunned again, what is the situation, really selling money?

Suddenly, a man next to him quickly rushed over, staring greedily at the hosta, and he stretched out his hand and grabbed it fiercely.

"Hehe, I want to be beautiful~"

If it were an ordinary person, the host had definitely been snatched away, but the man who came to rob with the cultivation base of the Qingzhu Divine Soul Realm was too slow in her eyes, how could he be snatched!


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