water recovery system

4.13

The people in Mocheng thought that Su Yun was the Bodhisattva they were waiting to save their lives, but they never thought that he was a jackal who was on the same level as the prefect and the others.

They colluded and opened a pharmacy called "Yiyantang". In this pharmacy, only one kind of "holy water" was sold. After drinking it, all diseases will disappear, and there is no need to worry about the plague.

The price of this holy water is also sky-high, and one hundred taels of silver can only buy a small bottle.

Ordinary people can't afford it naturally, they can only cry and beg Su Yun to show mercy.

Su Yun is also ruthless. If you have a boy in your family, you have to sell yourself as a boo; if you have a girl in your family, you have to sell yourself to a brothel; only then will you give alms. The more he watched others struggle and pain, and tasted all the sins he had suffered, the happier Su Yun's heart became!

Regarding this, the people in this city of Mocheng dare to be angry but dare not speak.

After a long time, this huge Mocheng seemed to be like Su Yun's surname "Su".

In this desert city, Su Yun can be said to have the wind to get the wind, and the rain to get the rain. Perhaps because of the frequent drinking of the water in this space, his appearance has become more and more beautiful, and the beauty is indisputable. Even the people under his men looked at him sometimes, and they were obsessed with it, as if they had lost their souls.

Su Yun used this spatial water to attract countless people willing to work for him, and even three or two of them climbed onto Su Yun's bed.

In these days, Su Yun had completely forgotten Fanyin and Shen Jiayan.

Unexpectedly, the Sanskrit would suddenly appear in front of him, and it was still when he and his two subordinates were happy at the same time.

Fan Yin was dressed in a dark black robe with his hands behind him. He looked at him with a cold expression, as if looking at an insignificant ant, and said coldly: "Su Yun, give me the water."

Su Yun faintly noticed some changes in the Sanskrit sound, but undoubtedly this Sanskrit sound attracted him even more. It's like pure white rice paper, stained with ink. The more intense the color, the more people can't help but delve into it.

Su Yun kicked the man on her body. Then he walked barefoot to the front of Pan Yin, licked the corners of his lips and said: "Guo Pan Yin, if you really want this holy water, you may wish to consider my previous suggestion. How about? If Pan Yin Guo is willing to take the place of the two of them. , Then as much as you want this holy water, I can give you as much as I can."

Hearing this, Su Yun's two subordinates gave Sanskrit angrily, but still reluctantly and reluctantly retreated under Su Yun's gaze.

The corners of Fanyin's lips twitched slightly, and his eyes seemed to be filled with the sky full of stars: "Okay!"

Su Yun couldn't help his inner ecstasy, and subconsciously stroked his hair. Is it really because he has become so much more beautiful in these days that he is willing to...

Su Yun took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand to pull on Sanskrit's belt, and his fingertips trembled slightly with ecstasy: "Master Sanskrit, can you be serious about what you just said?"

Sanskrit took advantage of Su Yun's move, and trapped the person firmly in his arms.

Before Su Yun showed a look of joy, the dagger in Sanan Yin's hand was silently lying on Su Yun's neck: "Give me the holy water!" His voice suddenly became cold, like a **** Raksha.