The most greedy time-travel in history: the history of a fortune-loving little woman

Chapter 220 Meeting in a Hundred Years ([-])

From Zhuo Tu's point of view, now that Tang Shanshan is here, it's a godsend opportunity.

Pulling Tang Shanshan to sit on the grass, Zhuo Tu was a little speechless.

He doesn't like to talk, so he is not good at words.

Facing Tang Shanshan, Zhuo Tu suddenly realized that he didn't know how to mention it.

Men on the prairie often sing loudly to find out the heart of their beloved girl.

But Zhuotu won't.

"Zhuotu, I..." After thinking for a long time, Tang Shanshan decided to cut straight to the point and return the sacred objects on the Zhuotu Grassland.

That thing is too precious, she can't afford it.

"Shanshan, I..." Zhuo Tu's heart froze, and he planned to get straight to the point.

The two spoke together.

"You talk first." Zhuo Tu humbly said.

"You talk first." Tang Shanshan humbly said.

"You should talk first." Zhuotu stopped Tang Shanshan from refusing again and asked her to speak first.

"Zhuo Tu, I'll give this back to you..." Tang Shanshan took a deep breath, then raised her head to look at Zhuo Tu, what a pity that this pretty face could never belong to her.

But Tang Shanshan still handed over the necklace in her hand without hesitation, and wanted to return it to Zhuotu.

"Why?" Zhuo Tu didn't know that Tang Shanshan came to him today because of this.

He didn't believe that Tang Shanshan still didn't know what this sacred object represented.

Now that she knew it well, it was self-evident what she meant by returning the things.

Zhuotu was unwilling to accept such a result.

When he was going to tell her that he wanted her to be his concubine, she made such a move.

It was like slapping him in front of everyone.

"No reason," Tang Shanshan tried her best to smile, trying to ease the solemn atmosphere: "It's fine if you don't know what this sacred object represents, but now that you know it, I don't dare to keep it for myself."

Tang Shanshan pretended to be relaxed and said that she wanted Zhuotu's face to be less ugly.

"It's yours." Zhuotu said in a dull voice after a long while.

"It doesn't matter who it belongs to." With a chuckle, Tang Shanshan took the holy object and put it in Zhuotu's hand.

(End of this chapter)