escape love sign

Chapter 17

"That's right!" Hua Ya was in a mood all of a sudden, and she carefully opened the small kit numbered "One", and took out a small piece of paper from it.

There were five characters written on the first line of the piece of paper: "Is there no money?"

Huaya is overjoyed!

The young master is simply predicting things like a god!

Her eyes looked down, and there were five more words: "Sell the sword."

Hua Ya looked at this line of words for a long time, and finally swallowed the "mother's" that was about to come out between her teeth.

Since the young master can predict that she has no money, why doesn't he put a piece of silver in the bag, just such a nonsense, there is a fart!

Hua Ya really wanted to curse, and she was counting on this broken sword to defend her body, how could she sell it as soon as she said it!
But Hua Ya is also very smart, since the sword cannot be sold, she sold the other things on her body.

So Hua Ya didn't hesitate, and sold all the kits that the eleventh son gave her.When she walked out of the pawn shop, Hua Ya was full of vigor and vitality.

The shopkeeper of the pawn shop was grinning as he looked at a pile of valuable ice silk kits bought at a low price on the wooden table, when he suddenly found a section of paper in the kit, he was very puzzled, and was just about to take it out to see what happened , a long sword was suddenly placed across his neck, and a ruthless voice rang in his ears: "Leave the kit, and today's incident will be treated as if it never happened."

"Hero, spare your life, hero, spare your life!" The shopkeeper tremblingly picked up the kit, and raised his eyes to see a clean and handsome man.

The moment he lost consciousness, the shopkeeper cursed Hua Ya in his heart.

He exchanged a few ingots of silver for a fist, what a bargain!

Hua Ya bought a little donkey, and rode leisurely on the little donkey in the direction of Shuiyue Village. Xiao Lan chatted with Hua Ya happily.

Xiao Lan has always longed for this kind of life, riding his beloved little donkey to see the mountains and rivers, and to travel around.

Hua Ya is also looking forward to such a life, but it would be even better if the little donkey can be replaced by a handsome man.

The bright moon hangs in the sky, and the light wind blows Hua Ya's long hair. Hua Ya winks with the small bronze mirror she just bought. The more she looks at her, the more she feels that her appearance is in line with her own aesthetics.

Look at that little face, that little mouth, that little appearance, how distressed I am!

(End of this chapter)