Kicked an iron plate (1)

A trace of vigilance rose in his heart, but Bai Lu's expression did not change in the slightest.

"If you have anything to say, just say it here. Why do you have to go to another place?"

When the yellow-robed cultivator heard Bai Lu's question, he looked anxious. However, he still lowered his voice and said, " I'm sure it's a good thing. Aren't you short of money? as long as you follow me, I guarantee you'll earn enough to cover your expenses for a lifetime!

This sentence was full of temptation. If it was The White Road in the past who heard it, he would definitely be tempted. Then, no matter whether it was dangerous or not, he would definitely try.

At that time, he was really in need of money, and he would never miss an opportunity to make a fortune.

However, that was yesterday. Now, not only had he recovered from his injuries, but he had also become an admirable cultivator of loucheng and no longer had to worry about money.