After Breaking Up with My Girlfriend, I Became a Demon Saint

"Did we screw up today?"

My sister's heart sank.

To be honest, she didn't have many choices, especially when she thought that her family didn't have a few mouthfuls of rice and her father's illness was still far away.

My sister suddenly understood that the neighbor next door dragged her to Suzaku Academy. It is true that selling her body is the easiest and fastest way to get money.

As for other part-time jobs, if you don’t work for a week, who will give you money, even the money you earn from part-time jobs with your sister’s education, I’m afraid there will be little money left besides buying anesthetics for my father.

Although she was still hysterical in front of Zhou Yan before, and had a lot of opinions on prostitution, but at this moment, the elder sister suddenly thought that if she could bear it, maybe she would come back tomorrow and life would be much easier.

only……

The older sister looked back at the younger sister.

The younger sister looked at each other innocently.

My sister relented.

I can sell myself, but my sister can't. The child is still young, so...

My sister began to hesitate whether she should go to her neighbor now, begging him to give her another chance to sell herself.

"Sister, I'm hungry."

The 13 years old sister said weakly while holding her elder sister's hand.

My sister sniffed and suppressed the grievance.

"I see, I'm going to cook for you now."

My sister remembers that there are still a few cups of rice in the kitchen at home, which should be enough for her sister to eat. As for myself, I should be hungry.

When my sister turned around, a mass of white suddenly appeared at the door.

My sister couldn't help but watched the white man rush into the living room of her home and run up the stairs.

My sister yelled.

"Dog, it's a dog!"

My sister swallowed her saliva, as if she heard that dog meat is delicious and very nourishing. For a girl who is so poor that she would consider prostitution, dog meat is undoubtedly a delicacy.

Dog meat stew or something, it's too good!

My sister took the knife from the kitchen and hurried upstairs.

On the second floor, my father coughed again, but at this time my sister had no time to feel sorry for her father, so she looked at the surrounding environment, trying to find out where the white-haired dog was.

"Ok?"

The elder sister walked to her father's bedroom, and through the half-open door, the elder sister saw a white hair falling on the ground.

Dog, have you entered your father's bedroom?

That's okay, since the dog has entered the small and enclosed space by itself, it must be easier to catch it by itself.

My sister opened the bedroom door.

The furnishing of my father's bedroom is very simple, just a bed, an old wardrobe, and a desk with half of the paint peeled off. My father is lying on the bed covered with a quilt, his face is ashen. The man fell down, and the man who usually wouldn't frown while carrying eighty catties of steel bars was so weak that he needed all his strength to stand up straight.

And on this man who was falling ill like a mountain, there was a snow-white, elegant animal that didn't look like a dog, but was very similar to a dog, standing with its head lowered and staring at the sick man.

My sister closed the door carefully and approached with a knife.

As long as this dog is slaughtered, he and his sister will be full, and the meat will be left for his father to make up for.

It's just that when I walked halfway, my sister didn't move, and her mouth opened slowly because of surprise.

On the only bed in the bedroom, the dog-like white-haired creature suddenly exhaled towards the sick father, and the breath entered the father's nasal cavity with a shining light.

The father coughed violently, and the dog-like creature jumped out of the boat when the father turned over, went to the desk opposite the bed, then opened the curtains, opened the open window, and jumped out.

When jumping out, there was a small bird song.

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

The father who was lying on the bed was coughing violently, and a mouthful of mucus was spit out from his nose and mouth.

"Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you?"

The elder sister came up to support her father, and patted her father's back vigorously. After a while, the father who had spit out all the mucus slowly raised his head. The elder sister was surprised to find that the paleness and weakness on his father's face had disappeared, and instead his face looked pale. Red and looking perfectly healthy.

Father was a little incredulous.

"I, I feel, my body has suddenly improved a lot."

Father recovered.

Chapter 15 Dong Yuecheng

West district, rich district, Champs villas, study.

more than 50 years old, Dong Yuecheng with white hair put his hands on his chin, and looked curiously at the young man in front of him.

"Zhou Yan?"

Dongyue asked sincerely.

Zhou Yan nodded.

"Well, I am an awakener."

Dongyue Cheng said cheerfully.

"You are not an awakener, I'm afraid I don't believe your words at all."

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, followed by the voice of housekeeper Dong Yuecheng.

"Master, the potion that the little gentleman asked me to prepare has been mixed."

"Well, send it in."

The door of the study room opened, and an old butler in a suit and leather shoes with a single eye came in with a bowl of black tea. When he arrived at Dong Yuecheng's side, he put the tea soup in front of Dong Yuecheng.

Dong Yuecheng glanced at the tea soup out of the corner of his eyes.

He is one of the most famous tycoons in Xinxiang City. His family has gone through three generations, and he can be regarded as a well-established wealthy family in the local area. It may be that this kind of family background has aroused God's jealousy. Dong Yuecheng suffered from a strange disease when he was 20 years old. Every day, I am forced to eat weeds and mud, and I have to roll around in the mud like a dog to feel comfortable.

This happened to a rich man with a lot of resources. Of course, the rich man will try his best to solve it, but the subtle point is that even if Dong Yuecheng spent a lot of money to find some demon-level and semi-god-level awakeners , they all said they were powerless.

As for the higher ones, such as Suzaku, Zhongdou Xingjun, Dongdou Xingjun and other true gods, he couldn't afford to invite them.

So Dongyue has endured this inexplicable disease for more than 30 years.

Until now, the young man in front of me actually said that he can solve the curse on his body, and the solution is also very simple. It seems that he mixes some immortal plants and Chinese herbal medicines and cooks them together. Those immortal plants are also easy to find. Dong Yuecheng It only cost a few million to find the fairy plants and traditional Chinese medicine that the young man in front of him said.

Now the stewed medicine was placed in front of Dong Yuecheng.

Dong Yuecheng said curiously.

"Is this medicine really effective?"

Zhou Yan nodded vigorously.

"Absolutely works."

Dong Yuecheng hesitated.

"Before drinking this cup of medicine, can I ask a question?"

"You ask."

Dong Yuecheng's eyes froze.

"Mr. Zhou Xiao, if you cure me, what do you need?"

There is no free lunch in this world, Dong Yuecheng, as an excellent businessman, has long known.

Zhou Yan put a handbag of half a person's size on Dong Yuecheng's desk, and unzipped it. Dong Yuecheng looked inside, and found some banknotes and gold bars.

"Mr. Dong, I just killed someone in the East District."

Zhou Yan clearly had a young face, but Dong Yuecheng smelled an abnormal smell of blood.

Dong Yuecheng smiled and nodded.

"Young man, you are young, you can understand, I can help Mr. Zhou Xiao get rid of your crime."

Somewhere in the East District, it's just a slum, and a few people die are nothing.

Dong Yuecheng has a good relationship with the local police. Half of the bodyguards in his residence are injured and retired policemen.

Zhou Yan shook his head.

"I will deal with those dead people myself. My request is, Mr. Dong, you help me put down the turmoil in the East District later, and then help the East District establish hospitals, schools, mutual aid societies and other welfare measures."

Zhou Yan patted the handbag he picked up.

"There are almost 50 million in it, just treat it as a little extra for me, and trouble Mr. Dong to add some money for the rest, just treat it as my consultation fee to help you solve the curse."

Dong Yuecheng was startled.

"curse?!"

Zhou Yan nodded.

"Yes, curse, this curse is called 'creating beasts'..."

Zhou Yan stared at the attribute bar next to Dong Yuecheng. After Zhou Yan came out of the slums after killing people, he originally thought that he would send the money of these drug dealers and villains to the doorsteps of the poor, but after thinking about it carefully, this was simply a temporary solution, not a permanent cure. , So he took the money and ran to the rich area, staring at the rich one by one.

Zhou Yan couldn't believe that he couldn't find where these rich people needed help.

Fortunately, Dong Yuecheng in the rich district has a curse called "creating beasts", and Bai Ze's ability easily found a solution for Zhou Yan to solve the curse.

Zhou Yan came face to face with this rich man, and then counted on this rich man to help him manage the slum area. Of course, it is impossible to make the entire slum area better, but this is what Zhou Yan has found so far. It is the only one that can save the most people. The longest way too.

Dong Yuecheng suddenly closed his eyes, waiting to open them, Dong Yuecheng said seriously.

"Mr. Xiao, I would like to ask you to read a few things. After reading it, I drank the medicine. If it is really cured, then I promise that in the future, in the slums of the East District, I will stand up."

Zhou Yan had no objection.

"What about things?"

"Sir, wait a moment."