As we all know, in the world of cultivation, sword cultivators are the strongest and also the poorest.
As the most famous genius swordsman in Yuanzhou, Zhuang Yun can be said to be extremely poor.
From slaying demons to guarding and walking dogs, there is no job she can't handle as long as she pays.
So, Wen Yujin, who was forced to leave her hometown, came to her with the relics of her master who had been missing for many years:
"Sister, I have money."
"You help me get home, and I'll give you money to spend."
Zhuang Yun fell into silence looking at his master's relics.
After a long time, she raised her eyes.
Seeing the young girl in front of her who was wearing ragged clothes, she looked away calmly and coughed lightly: "Are you sure?"
"Of course."
The dark eyes are moist and bright, and the noble temperament is not dusty.
Wen Yujin smiled brightly and said without exaggeration:
"My face alone is worth thousands of gold."
There is no shortage of beauties in the world of cultivation. The first time he met such a beautiful woman, Zhuang Yun couldn't help but be speechless.
Until she took this unprecedented big order and protected each other all the way, encountering a series of pursuits on the way...
Change his appearance and hide in Tibet.
After uncovering another wanted warrant, Zhuang Yun couldn't bear it anymore.
She turned back angrily and faced Wen Yujin's face soaked in mist and rain, but she couldn't get angry at anything.
I could only swallow my saliva and use a calm tone and the sound of dripping water in the corridor to cover up my suddenly accelerated heartbeat:
"Is this what you call 'worth a thousand gold'?"
Wen Yujin's eyebrows were curved and she answered frankly:
"Since they put a bounty of ten thousand gold on my head, why isn't my face worth a thousand gold?"
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