After rebirth, I became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 233 The Red Line
Excited, Mo Jinghao and Mo Bilian suddenly looked up at Ling Jingyu.

"How many?"

Could it be that they were deaf and misheard?
Ling Jingyu's face darkened, and he repeated with some displeasure, "1000 million."

Mo Yunzhao, who was asking about the situation, almost choked on his saliva when he heard this number.

He said this number, is he really not afraid of choking?

Mo Jinghao and Mo Bilian looked at each other.

Mo Bilian said softly, "Your Highness, 1000 million, even if we earn ten lifetimes, we won't be able to earn it. Look..."

Ling Jing Yujun's face was completely darkened, "Originally, I wanted 1000 million gold, but I saw that you were pitiful, so I converted it into 1000 million silver. If you can't afford it..."

Mo Bilian raised her head, her eyes were full, looking at him full of hope.

Ling Jingyu's voice was as cold as ice, "I can make him even worse now."

The hopeful light in Mo Bilian's eyes suddenly shattered, and she became weaker, "Your Highness..."

"I'm a miracle doctor. Healing people depends on their mood. Even if you have money, you can't invite me. As for you..."

Mo Jinghao hurriedly said: "If you can afford it, if you can afford it, don't worry, Your Highness, if you can't afford it now, what you earn in the future will definitely be paid to Your Highness."

Ling Jingyu's complexion improved a bit.

Mo Jinghao urged Mo Bilian again, "Lian'er, give your Highness as much silver as you have."

Mo Bilian was also intimidated by the huge consultation fee.

She took out a few silver bills from her sleeve pocket, then untied the pouch with the broken silver at her waist, and handed it out, "Your Highness, this should be more than 1000 taels, please accept it."

When she handed out the purse, she understood what Daddy was thinking.

A purse is a woman's personal belongings, if it is given to a man, if he accepts it, it will be tantamount to life.

Ling Jingyu didn't answer, but called, "Azhao."

Mo Yunzhao stepped forward.

Ling Jingyu lowered his head and looked at her with a smile: "Azhao, keep it, what I earn is yours."

Mo Yunzhao took the banknote and purse without hesitation.

After all, she is very poor in Moyang City now, and there are riots and plagues in the city, so she needs money even more.

Mo Bilian saw Mo Yunzhao tap the silver ticket, then poured out the broken silver, and she threw the beautiful and exquisite purse on the ground just like that.

The purse embroidered with the white lotus pattern was immediately stained with dust.

"One thousand and fifty taels." She said the count and hid the silver.

Ling Jingyu looked down at her, "Stretch out your hand."

Mo Yunzhao raised his eyes to look at him, but obediently stretched out his hand.

Ling Jingyu took out a red rope and was about to tie her wrist.

"Why?" Mo Yunzhao shrank his hands.

Ling Jingyu: "You can't leave three steps away, this way you can determine the distance."

"Need not……"

Ling Jingyu said domineeringly: "If you don't want to tie, then hold hands."

Mo Yunzhao was silent for a moment, but still stretched out his hand.

Ling Jingyu curled his lips into a smile, tied the red rope around her right wrist, and tied a knot.

Then he stretched out his left hand, "Ah Zhao, tie it up."

Mo Yunzhao glanced at him, then picked up the red string and tied it for him.

Fu Liu watched with wide eyes.

Your Highness is good or bad, he became the old man himself, and tied the city lord's red thread to him!

But His Highness just said to Mo Bilian...

No, a half-hearted man, not even His Highness.

Ling Jingyu took out another mask that was exactly the same as his, "Change every two hours, wash your hands frequently..."

(End of this chapter)