Chapter 177 (1/2)

Yan Qingyang was stunned and raised his head, staring at Mu Tianhe.

Mu Tianhe looked at Yan Qingyang's black eyes, which were as beautiful as obsidian. Mu Tianhe couldn't help but look at them more and smile: ”sister Yan, I said that you would return me three thousand spirit stones in one year, and I'll give you a flying knife, but it's been five years! I'll figure out how to calculate the interest!

Well, we are quite familiar with each other. The relationship between yunhuazong and Lingxiao Jianzong has always been good. Well, I don't want to count you more. After five years, if you double it, you can give me six thousand Chinese spirit stones! ”

”Why don't you just grab it?” Yan Qingyang finally understood what he meant, and his face turned red with anger.

Staring at Mu Tianhe's smiling face, Yan Qingyang wants to tear up his smile and gnash his teeth. Suddenly, Yan Qingyang turns his eyes and smiles: ”brother mu, do you understand the rules of mortgage?”

”Well?” Mu Tianhe's eyes flashed twice.

Yan Qingyang, with a bright smile and biting his teeth, said, ”I haven't given you the spirit stone after the expiration date. Then, this mortgage!” Speaking of this, Yan Qingyang raised his hand, pointed to the string of throwing knives in Mu Tianhe's hand, and said, ”this is the string of throwing knives! It's yours! From now on, we owe each other nothing

As soon as the words fell, Yan Qingyang jumped up, jumped on the flying sword, twisted his body, and flew away.

She didn't want to pay attention to Mu Tianhe any more, so she changed her place and continued to look for qingtongmu.

Mu Tianhe was stunned and watched Yan Qingyang's purple figure disappear in the field of vision like a streamer. After a moment, he picked the corner of his mouth, laughed and snapped the knife back into the storage bag.

Yan Qingyang's imperial sword flew to the other side of the forest. She looked back and found that Mu Tianhe didn't catch up with her. She was relieved. She dropped the flying sword and continued to search for golden green Tung wood.

This search lasted a whole day until it was completely dark and nothing was found.

Yan Qingyang sighed, which is also reasonable. It's hard to say whether it's easy to find the golden green tung tree or not. Seeing that it's getting late, Yan Qingyang jumped on a huge bronze tree, sat on a high branch, closed his eyes and had a rest.

She was not ready to go to bed. Although it was dark, it had little effect on the friars. She was just tired and wanted to have a rest for a while, and then she would continue to search.

Sitting on a branch, Yan Qingyang tilted her head and fell asleep. Recently, she was too tired and stretched a string tightly. She didn't rest for a moment. During the day, she had a fierce battle and was naturally tired.

Shortly after she fell asleep, a white shadow came over and stood in front of Yan Qingyang. It was Mu Tianhe on another branch.