"Every reincarnation, I send you this silk stone, but you still don't remember anything. Alas, this is your life and mine."
"Brother, please see clearly, this is just an ordinary low-quality jade pendant." Yang Xiaoruo looked disdainful and pointed his five fingers at the beggar in front of him, "It only costs five yuan."
"Haha." The beggar smiled and shook his head, "It turns out that in this life, your life is only worth five yuan."
Damn. Nerve.
Yang Xiaoruo was about to curse, but he still stopped talking.
How could he forget that, indeed, he almost died for just five dollars.