Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

Gong Yanmo glanced back and knew what he was thinking.

After touching it in the sleeve, he took out a piece of gold leaf and said indifferently, "Is this compensation enough for your loss?"

The store owner's eyes lit up immediately.

An old face smiled like a chrysanthemum, nodded and bowed: "Enough...enough, enough!"

This one gold leaf can buy ten small shops like his. [

It turns out that the little brother in white is not the god of evil, but the god of wealth.

In the shop owner's eyes, Gong Yanmo's image instantly grew a lot,

Rise to fairy heights.

He stretched out his hand to take it, but Gong Yanmo raised his hand, and said indifferently: "Within half an hour, get a new set of bedding. Find another maid to serve this girl. And that horse, you also want it." Take good care of it and wait on it, this golden leaf is yours."

"Yes Yes."

The shop owner hurriedly agreed, and then added: "Guest officer, this place is a bit remote, but I can't find other people, so how about letting the lady take care of this girl? Don't worry, although the lady is rough Yes, but I served the empress in the palace when I was young, so it is very safe."

Gong Yanmo's eyes flashed, and he nodded: "Alright. Let her wash this girl's clothes first."

The shop owner promised again and again, and went happily.

Feng Jianyueli has been watching with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Sure enough, money can turn ghosts."

The boss in my heart is not convinced.

Just now he said a lot of good things to get the shop owner to boil water for him, but the shop owner was still unwilling.

If he hadn't been frightened by his knife, he would not have done these things.

Unexpectedly, a golden leaf in Gong Yanmo would subdue this rather lonely old man, willing to do this and that for him.

Sure enough—the rich speak more weight