LAVW – Chapter 67 Better to Deliver Me

Hua Qing sighed inwardly but still stepped forward. “Master, I could barely understand half of what he said, but let me relay the message for you.”

When she first met the black-furred little brother, she thought he was just a soft and adorable spirit beast.

Never would she have imagined that a family of spirit beasts could act so similarly.

One had developed a mind, the other only a body.

“Thank you, Saintess,” said Master Chan Hua with a nod. “What did the white mouse benefactor say?”

Hua Qing looked toward the city wall of Frost City and explained, “It seems things inside are not as we expected. There are still many living people, in pitiful condition. The little spirit beast is reminding Master to go in and save them.”

It was the same message, but coming from Hua Qing’s lips, it sounded much gentler and more pleasant.

Master Chan Hua turned to look behind him and saw that a few more cultivators from Frost City had come out, although their movements were cautious and timid.

“Amitabha, saving lives must indeed come first.”

As soon as he finished speaking, before Chan Hua could say more, many monks surged into the city on their own accord.

Only a few warrior monks remained by Chan Hua’s side, their muscular upper bodies bare, protecting him.

They held either Arhat clubs or Demon-subduing pestles—each item distinctly Buddhist.

As the saying goes, “Buddha is merciful, but punishes evil with force.”

With his entourage around him, Master Chan Hua continued to speak, still in a calm and kind tone: “Though this disaster was not caused by the Buddhist sect, saving lives is our responsibility.”

“It was because we failed to guard the Blissful Alms Bowl that the artifact was stolen by demonic cultivators, bringing harm to the people of this city. That is our sin.”

Hua Qing respectfully said, “Master, you need not say this. This is the wrongdoing of the demonic sect, not the Buddhist sect.”

A bitter smile touched Chan Hua’s kind face. “Let’s just say so. But this poor monk also harbors selfish intentions.”

Then he added, “I ask that the white mouse benefactor return the Blissful Alms Bowl to our Buddhist sect, so that we may thoroughly cleanse the demonic aura within and redeem ourselves.”

Originally, Chan Hua had intended to speak to Shi Qian, but Hei Mao completely blocked the view.

Helpless, he changed his conversation partner to Hua Qing.

Hei Mao, displeased, bit the hem of his little sister’s skirt and tugged her toward him. “Squeak squeak.”

Little sister, you’re one of us.

Hua Qing: “……”

She looked at the two spirit mice—one large, one small—and then at the big black dragon. She really didn’t feel like she belonged with this group of beastly creatures.

Behind Hei Mao, Shi Qian was quietly writing in Mo Sanchi’s hand as he got closer.

It was mostly things like “I’ve been eaten into poverty by Long Ye, I’m really broke now.” These pitiful words made Mo Sanchi want to draw his sword at Long Ye again.

Such a good grown man, and he mooched off spirit beasts every day…

If you can’t afford to raise him, let me do it.

But what Shi Qian wrote at least made her sure—this black dragon was Long Ye.

The scenes she had seen, the one called “Long Ye” was also a dragon. Just that the time and place were completely different.

Some parts matched those visions, others didn’t. It was all too confusing. She still couldn’t figure out what those visions were or where they came from, so she could only set them aside for now.

Mo Sanchi looked at the multiple instances of the word “poor,” then closed his palm and said, “Master Chan Hua, this spirit beast is a disciple of our Sword Sect.”

Their sect’s reputation needed no elaboration. Just those two words made the muscles on Chan Hua’s face perform a complex dance.

“This…” Chan Hua took the initiative to back down. “Naturally, we cannot let a disciple of your esteemed sect suffer in vain.”

One of the warrior monks, unwilling to accept this, protested, “They only got the bowl first! It was us Buddhists who were purifying it outside the city!”

As soon as the monk finished speaking, Master Chan Hua immediately chided him, “Wuhua, do not speak such nonsense.”

The monk looked full of frustration and grievance. “Senior Brother!”

“Step back,” said Chan Hua firmly. “Do not speak again. Enter silent meditation for several days.”

The monk sighed and retreated unwillingly, full of “I’m disappointed in you” energy.

But as he withdrew, he sneakily glanced at the group of spirit beasts—only to be caught by Shi Qian, who had just poked his head out.

Shi Qian: “?”

You big monks all look so decent, yet you think such unclean thoughts?

Trying to trick an innocent little spirit beast like me.

If Buddhism is meant to save all living beings, how about saving the guy who’s raising a dragon? That counts too, right?

Shi Qian climbed up from Hei Mao’s back and perched atop Mouse Bro’s head.

Hei Mao squeaked happily, “Squeak——”

Bro!

Shi Qian gently patted her brother’s big fuzzy head and began to pitifully “translate” back: “Squeak Squeak.”

It’s my bowl. Mine.

Master Chan Hua looked to the Saintess of Divine Flower Valley, who said calmly: “The little spirit beast says it’s his bowl.”

Chan Hua’s white eyebrows twitched, his voice serious: “It’s a bowl, not a dish.”

“The Holy Maiden can naturally see for herself. That bowl is shrouded in Buddhist aura — it could only be something from our Buddhist sect.”

Hua Qing didn’t dare speak up to defend anyone, afraid the little ancestor at her feet would bite a hole clean through her robes. Recently, she hadn’t dared wear her favorite dresses, only old clothes.

Fortunately, she had a little ancestor from the Sword Sect by her side.

Mo Sanchi said bluntly, “There’s not much difference between a bowl and a begging bowl.”

The little ancestor again spoke against his conscience and said, “It all happened so fast — I didn’t even see what the bowl looked like.”

The martial monk gripped his demon-subduing pestle so tightly it creaked. “Then let it be brought out for a look. We’re not going to snatch it — just reasoning things out.”

Shi Qian, having worked up the proper emotion, began his next line: “Squeak Squeak!”

My previous golden bowl was bitten into pieces and eaten by an evil dragon.

“Squeak Squeak—”

My dragon blood fruit, thousand-year-old stone milk fruit, ten-thousand-year-old plant essences, Yunshan ore, celestial meteorite… they were all eaten by the evil dragon.

“Squeak Squeak…”

Ice City was sealed off, there was no way to escape. If my golden bowl was eaten, isn’t it only right that I be compensated with another?

Hua Qing could barely remember all the names of those rare heavenly treasures.

He listed them one by one, from beginning to end — she found it absurd.

But Shi Qian didn’t think so. He even cried out with more emotion, “Squeak Squeak!”

I swear! That wasn’t even the full list!

Long Ye, the big black dragon, looked off into the distance, not daring to make a sound.

Because he was the actual evil dragon.

Still, Brother Qian’s little head really turned fast. Not everyone is this clever — after listening a few times, he had already mastered the art of swearing oaths to the heavens: mixing truth with lies, completely inconsistent.

Like Hei Mao — all it heard was the names of countless thousand- and ten-thousand-year-old treasures, and finally reduced it to a single phrase:

— Everything was eaten by the dragon.

Turning its head, it stepped toward the black dragon, digging at the ground to show aggression: “Squeak Squeak!”

You even robbed my little brother.

If it weren’t for the fact that the little brother was perched on its head, Hei Mao would’ve fought the dragon right then and there. Even if it didn’t think it could win, that didn’t stop it from being truly angry.

Long Ye lowered his head. “Roar—”

For Brother Qian’s sake, I won’t hold it against you.

Then Long Ye took out the storage pouch containing the flood dragon’s remains, poured out half of the body to show Master Chanhua and the others — proof that there really was an evil dragon.

Shi Qian placed one paw on his violent big brother, and used the other to urgently point at the flood dragon corpse.

“Squeak Squeak.”

It was this evil dragon who nearly ate both me and Long Ye. We barely escaped with our lives!

Upon hearing this, Hei Mao changed targets again, charging over to the flood dragon’s corpse to avenge his little brother.

Shi Qian looked at his ferocious rat brother: …

That’s a bit much. No need to go so far as “whipping the corpse.”

But seeing Hei Mao so fired up, he also had to be careful not to get in the way.

So Shi Qian jumped into Mo Sanchi’s arms, letting Hei Mao freely “battle” the flood dragon’s remains.

Perhaps sensing the tense mood, one of the two remaining Golden Core cultivators in Ice City, the braver one, finally spoke:

“Senior cultivators, if I may be so bold — it was Lord Dragon God who saved us.”

“That flood dragon had previously trapped everyone inside the city. The outside was also controlled, making it hard for others to realize anything was wrong. People inside and out had no awareness and were turned into her puppets for many years. It wasn’t until Lord Dragon God awakened us not long ago that the townsfolk regained their consciousness and sense of self.”

Only then did Master Chanhua truly understand — it wasn’t the divine artifact trying to save itself, but the two demon beasts within the city who had been saving people.

Because many lives were rescued, the “karma” attached to the divine artifact also dissipated.

Their Buddhist sect had contributed, but the two demon beasts had paid a greater price.

Thus, it was very understandable why the white mouse was unwilling to hand over the Bliss Bowl.

But it also meant that their Buddhist sect would have a harder time reclaiming the bowl.

Master Chanhua sighed, “So it was the two of you who acted with such righteousness — this old monk is filled with admiration.”

Hua Qing reached out and gently patted the little spiritual beast in the Sword Sect disciple’s arms. “That was really dangerous — your brother almost didn’t make it to see you.”

Shi Qian still didn’t know Hua Qing’s identity, but he could smell Rat Brother’s scent on her.

So, she was the one Rat Brother picked to be his poop-scooper?

Beauty has it tough.

Shi Qian sweetly cooperated: “Squeak Squeak.”

Yes, it really was dangerous.

Master Chanhua had nothing more to say, only able to awkwardly add, “Alas, this poor monk has lived a life of virtue and good deeds — but my pockets are empty.”

Long Ye listened and chimed in with the Sword Sect’s version.

“Roar—”

We Sword Sect disciples spend our lives vanquishing evil and embracing hardship.

The first half was always true. The second half was always fake. As if no one knew the Buddhist sects in the mortal realm were thriving, their coffers overflowing — it’s just that they were now in decline, demoted to a second-tier sect.

Shi Qian: …Brilliant.

Inspired, he deftly pulled out another empty storage pouch — this one leftover from the clam shell that had previously held spirit stones.

Then he handed the storage pouch to Hua Qing and pointed at the old monk.

Hua Qing accepted it and passed it to Master Chanhua.

The pouch had no restrictions. Upon opening it, it was completely empty inside.

Only then did Shi Qian sigh, echoing Long Ye’s brilliant phrase: “Squeak Squeak.”

Combined with the empty pouch in the master’s hands, it was quite the emotionally charged performance.

Hua Qing, being the only interpreter, felt a bit embarrassed. “The little spiritual beast says: Sword Sect disciples spend their lives vanquishing evil and embracing hardship.”

All the Sword Sect disciples: !

They had to work very hard not to burst out laughing — but they managed to hold it in, playing along.

“Yes, we Sword Sect disciples are willing to suffer hardship.”

“The hallmark of Sword Sect disciples is that we can endure bitterness. It’s no problem being poor.”

“It’s just that life is really hard… I can’t even afford to raise my sword anymore, sigh…”

Everyone began skillfully pretending to be poor. But it was hard to tell which claims were real and which were fake.

Anyway, if you weren’t poor, and couldn’t convincingly pretend to be, you’d probably get seen through by your fellow sect brothers and sisters—and then you’d really become poor.

Mo Sanchi tucked the fluffy ball in one arm, covered his mouth with the other, and gave a light cough. He sighed, “Sigh, Master Chan Hua, you’ve touched on the sore spot of all Sword Sect disciples.”

A group of monks: …

Why did we have to run into this bunch of bandits from the Sword Sect?

Just moments ago, Shi Qian had performed multiple tragedies and now continued the sequel: “Squeak Squeak.”

My golden bowl… there’s truly no other like it.

Long Ye: The secret realm exhibition hall is gone too, so yeah, no way to find another one.

Hua Qing relayed the message again, and the bitter smile on Master Chan Hua’s face started to look genuine.

He pressed his palms together and saluted. “This humble monk understands. I will go consult with my fellow brothers. In the meantime, I hope the little benefactor will take good care of that bowl.”

Shi Qian nodded and instinctively replied, “Squeak Squeak.”

Definitely not using it for bathing.

Realizing something was off, he quickly corrected himself: “Squeak!”

Hua Qing chose to relay the second response: “It said it will take good care of it, Master, rest assured.”

Master Chan Hua nodded in relief and turned to help rescue others—and to negotiate.

Upon entering Ice City, the master took out a soundproofing artifact.

“That spirit beast from Sword Sect is far too clever. Someone must be secretly training it. We can’t let the Bliss Bowl stay in their hands for long.”

“Why not, Senior Brother?”

“Just one spirit beast is already this difficult to deal with. If the old folks from the Sword Sect find out, they’ll flay us monks alive.”

Master Chan Hua knew all too well that the little ancestor of the Sword Sect was already the most decent among them. If it were anyone else, they’d only be worse.

To be fair, it had been the Saintess of Divine Flower Valley who discovered the lead and notified them. And it was actually the Sword Sect disciples who contributed more in rescuing the Bliss Bowl.

That flood dragon hadn’t been easy to deal with—late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation—no one knew how they’d even managed it.

If the Buddhist sect had handled it themselves, Master Chan Hua, who would have led the charge, was only at mid-stage Nascent Soul. And as a scholar monk, he was worse at fighting than a martial monk.

“That damned demonic cultivator! Of all things to steal, they had to steal from us Buddhists!”

Even today, they still hadn’t figured out why that theft years ago had happened.

Even demonic cultivators in the cultivation world have strong Dao hearts—what use would they have for the Bliss Bowl? It made no sense.

Meanwhile, Master Chan Hua gathered the Buddhist disciples, encouraging everyone to contribute and reclaim their sect’s divine artifact.

Outside Ice City, Mo Sanchi led a group to rescue the nearby villages.

As they distanced themselves, seeing that only Hua Qing followed along from Divine Flower Valley—and with that giant rat up ahead frolicking around while she looked on with a sorrowful little face—Mo Sanchi simply chose to pretend she didn’t exist.

Mo Sanchi turned and asked the black dragon, “How did you deal with that flood dragon?”

Long Ye didn’t roar this time, nor pretend ignorance. He lifted his dragon claw and began writing:

—“Brother Qian knocked it out. I bit it to death.”

Mo Sanchi had left too early to see the black brick flopping around back at Sword Sect, basking in the sun, so he asked curiously, “Knocked it out?”

Shi Qian pointed at the Azure Edge Sword, indicating that he’d used the spirit sword.

Sword Sect disciples: ?

This group had also left early to track the demonic cultivator and had no idea about the black sword’s antics. They quietly wondered—a spirit sword can be used to smack things unconscious?

What an idea. Gotta try that someday!

Hua Qing looked at the black dragon and asked, “Actually, I’ve been wondering… who is this?”

“Long Ye,” Mo Sanchi explained. “Brother Qian’s contract partner.”

Hua Qing: Oh, so another poor soul like me.

She smiled and said, “Glad to meet you. I’m sure we’ll have things to talk about in the future.” Her gaze turned to the front.

Shi Qian was currently listening to Rat Bro recount his decade of battles with various demon beasts. Hearing the conversation behind him, he turned to look at the group of cultivators.

He’d overheard some of it, and after flipping through the plot again, he realized this silver-haired beauty, Saintess Hua Qing, was quite a significant character.

Though she was only a casual friend of the Long Aotian protagonist, and their relationship was very light, she still had a devoted simp of a male supporting lead chasing her.

As long as Hua Qing rejected the simp and had even the slightest connection with Long Aotian, it was enough to drive that simp—the young sect master of the Supreme Dao Sect—completely insane.

Unexpectedly, Rat Bro had managed to win over the Saintess of Divine Flower Valley.

She was thoughtful, measured, and likable. Life with her would be comfortable—honestly, she had been Shi Qian’s dream target in the beginning.

Then he glanced at the big black dragon beside him. Long Ye was focused and serious, discussing important matters with the little sect ancestor, completely uninterested in beauties.

Excellent—focused on cultivation means life safety is assured.

Shi Qian went back to listening to Rat Bro’s battle history. There were simply too many encounters to count, so he interrupted: “Squeak Squeak.”

Bro, you’re amazing!

The black-furred rat thought: Of course! And exclaimed loudly, “Squeak Squeak—”

Lil bro, you’re amazing too. Even this weak and yet still—

Before he could finish, he was silenced by his now-enlarged little brother’s paw.

Shi Qian finally understood why Long Ye sometimes covered his mouth—because he really was a bit much.

“Wuwu—” Black Hair sighed.

Why is my little bro acting like my little sister—not letting me speak?

Oh right, little sis! He’d forgotten to tell his little brother!

Carrying his now-huge little bro, Black Hair quickly turned and ran toward little sis.

Hua Qing toyed with the silver lily-of-the-valley ornament tied at the end of her hair and said, “General, I remember you now.”

Black Hair nodded. Once Shi Qian loosened his grip, he introduced, “Squeak Squeak Squeak—”

Bro, this is the human I found. She’s called Little Sis. If you need anything, go to her.

Shi Qian: Impressive, Rat Bro.

He raised his paw: “Squeak Squeak.”

Little Sis, hello, I’m Brother Qian.

Hua Qing: …

Unconvinced, she smiled. “Brother Qian, you’re still young.”

Shi Qian: “Squeak Squeak.”

We’re twins, me and my bro.

“You’re my brother’s little sister, so that makes you mine too.”

The silver-haired beauty’s smile was barely holding up as Hua Qing stubbornly said, “You’re joking. I don’t believe it.”

Mo Sanshi heard the word “little” and guessed what they were probably talking about. She explained to Hua Qing, “Saintess, Brother Qian is sixteen or seventeen—he just grows slowly, that’s all.”

Hua Qing asked, “You all just call him ‘Brother Qian, Brother Qian’ like that?”

“His name is Brother Qian, isn’t it?”

Mo Sanshi thought back—everyone just followed Long Ye’s lead in calling him that. The name stuck over time, and no one really questioned it.

At this point, the black-furred one Squeaked: “Squeak Squeak!”

My brother’s name is Zai.

Long Ye: “Roar——”

His name is Long Mao.

Shi Qian: …He really should’ve kept his mouse brother’s mouth shut a little longer.

Shi Qian wearily tried to clear things up: “Squeak Squeak.”

They all call me Brother Qian.

Hua Qing ignored this and happily shared with Mo Sanshi, “Brother Qian’s nickname is Zai—like Zaizai! Isn’t that adorable?”

Mo Sanshi silently repeated the name twice in her head: “It is very cute.”

Shi Qian lowered his head and said to his mouse brother, “Squeak Squeak.”

Bro, your little sister is so rebellious… is she hard to manage?

“Squeak Squeak.”

Little sis is great.

The black-furred one slowly stood up, letting his little brother slide down to the ground. Then he grabbed the storage necklace hanging around his neck and Squeaked: “Squeak Squeak.”

Bro, this thing is super useful. Take it!

As for himself—he could use his little sister’s later.

Brother Qian stopped Mouse Bro from tearing off the necklace and pulled out his own small necklace: “Squeak Squeak.”

Bro, I have one. Mom gave it to me.

Hei Mao: ?

Looks like Mom didn’t give him one.

She must’ve been worried about her younger son’s tough life. If not for worrying that something had happened to him, Hei Mao wouldn’t have spent so many years fretting and searching for his brother.

For example, he found himself a little sister to care for him. But his little brother had to stick with a dragon in a sworn brotherhood. That’s not nearly as enjoyable as having a little brother or sister to boss around like he and Mom did.

Hei Mao let go of his paw, looking at his brother with heartache, and asked with concern: “Squeak Squeak.”

Do you want big bro to catch you another human cultivator?

Shi Qian, Long Ye, and Hua Qing: ?

Shi Qian immediately shook his head: “Squeak!”

No way, bro. Definitely not.

Can’t afford to raise another one. Really can’t.

Just one human cultivator, and Shi Qian already had to consider calling in the monks to purify things. If he got another, what then?

Hua Qing was astonished by the little spirit beast’s loyalty. It didn’t even want another “servant.” That showed real affection.

She looked enviously at the big black dragon, even thinking of learning from him—too bad she didn’t understand dragon-speak.

Long Ye just swished his tail, secretly pleased.

Brother Qian did well. He didn’t let me down.

But this Brother Qian’s mouse brother… definitely didn’t match his vibe. Always doing the kind of stuff no one likes.

Still, he would bear with it. The more he endured, the more Brother Qian would surely lean toward him.

Long Ye’s mental abacus was clattering as he turned to “talk” with Mo Sanshi about the doppelgänger—saying the demonic cultivator might launch a surprise attack.

Mo Sanshi reported truthfully: the demonic cultivator’s other clone had also been destroyed.

Losing one clone was bad enough—but both? That would deal a massive blow. Even a cultivator preparing for ascension would suffer heavily.

Given that, the demonic cultivator was probably too busy healing to bother launching a surprise attack.

While walking, Hua Qing drifted away from the group.

She wanted to join the serious conversation too, but peeking over at the black dragon writing was just undignified—not something a Saintess should be doing. So she ended up watching the two beast companions run around wildly in the snowy field.

Hei Mao, wanting to catch something fresh for his little brother to eat, dug through the snow and unearthed a small ice bear.

But this little bear was too small and too cute, so Shi Qian caught it, sniffed it a few times wildly, then returned it to the bear mother who had come looking for it.

Hei Mao then went to catch an ice turtle. Long Ye chased after it and skillfully used his dragon claws and spiritual power to roast the big turtle by dragging its long tail.

Shi Qian told Hei Mao that he had given a “gift” to a turtle he met in the water before.

Hei Mao misunderstood, thinking one turtle wasn’t enough, so he caught two more, and the Sword Sect disciples scolded him.

At the other side, the great monks were also gathering “gifts,” hoping to redeem their Buddha’s Bliss Bowl.

Once they collected enough, the Sword Sect disciples, having learned Shi Qian’s clever method, quickly awakened many people, then helped each other, forming a mutual aid effect.

When Monk Chanhua arrived with a big stash of storage space, Shi Qian, who had taught the “students,” was rolling and playing in the snow with Brother Mouse.

Hei Mao was full and content, feeling a bit warm.

Shi Qian just looked like he wanted to play.

For cubs, it was too childish, but for a sixteen or seventeen-year-old like him, it was just right.

However, Shi Qian rolled slower than Brother Mouse and was soon “tail-chased.”

The two rolled together, curling up, and when they landed on the bottom, Shi Qian didn’t feel crushed at all.

Lying in the snow pile, Shi Qian looked at himself wrapped like a rice dumpling by spiritual power and squeaked at Brother Mouse: “Squeak?”

Brother, have you noticed I’m in the late Nascent Soul stage now, my cultivation is higher than yours?

Hei Mao turned his head to look at his younger brother, who even after becoming gigantic was not half his size: “Squeak.”

Brother knows.

“Squeak—”

But little brother, you still can’t beat me.

Shi Qian: …

Brother, love will disappear, right?

When Monk Chanhua arrived, he saw two spirit beasts lying together talking, somewhat innocent and naive.

Looking again, there were no Sword Sect people nearby.

Master Chanhua hid most of his storage space and smiled as he approached: “Little devotee, I’ve brought you something.”

Shi Qian popped out from the snow pile: “Squeak Squeak.”

So fast?

Without a translator, Shi Qian switched to nodding to indicate the exchange could begin.

Master Chanhua quietly sighed in relief and opened the storage space for Shi Qian to see.

Shi Qian wasn’t a bad Chinchilla; he used his divine sense to pick out what was useful, leaving all the deeply Buddhist-marked items for the other party — roughly half and half.

After finishing the selection, Shi Qian jumped onto Chanhua’s hand and, with his claws, rummaged through the folds of his sleeves and spatial realms to find more storage spaces.

Chanhua: …

“Little devotee, how did you know?”

Hei Mao: “Squeak.”

My brother is a treasure-seeking mouse!

Shi Qian: Chinchilla has his own clever plans.

I knew it, a big monk like you would definitely bully the spirit beasts thinking they’re naive.

Master Chanhua could only play the honest man and handed over the remaining storage space.

The little spirit beasts were fairly honest, not asking for Buddhist items; to them, the others weren’t as precious.

Shi Qian got a bit tired from sorting and called Long Ye over to take some more based on the original amount.

Satisfied with the haul, Shi Qian took out a big golden bowl and handed it to Master Chanhua.

“Squeak Squeak.”

You must take good care of my golden bowl.

— And thoughtfully wrote some words.

Chanhua: … A spirit beast smart enough to write?

Now looking at the black dragon, Master Chanhua felt like he had been tricked. Where was the evil dragon? Perhaps the dragon slayer ultimately becomes the evil dragon.

Shi Qian enthusiastically waved his claw to send off the great monk.

Keep it up! One day, the Heavenly Dao will reward your Buddhist merits!

Seeing Long Ye was about to ascend to Tribulation soon and Shi Qian himself would be promoted to Transformation God, the household expenses were huge.

After sending off the great monk, Shi Qian turned and gave Brother Mouse two storage bags he had specially picked out and was about to say “You’re welcome.”

He saw Brother Mouse happily grab them and immediately pull out two chunks of ore, stuffing them into his mouth.

Hei Mao happily: “Squeak—”

Little brother, you’re really kind!

After Long Ye busied around for a while: Where’s mine?

Forget it, the evil dragon didn’t dare to ask.