She patted the spiritual sheep's head, and the sheep, in a bad mood because of work, pushed her away.
"——Came here, farming every day, going far to Green Moon Square to sell some spiritual soil."
"So pitiful," Xian'er said instinctively.
At the same time, she understood why Jiang Xiaoyue was so cautious.
"You're the pitiful one!" Jiang Xiaoyue's competitiveness kicked in.
"How am I pitiful? My parents are still alive!" Xian'er wasn't backing down.
"Your parents sold you!"
"At least I don't have to sell mud!"
"That's because you have nothing to sell!"
"I sell ghosts! And you have nothing to sell either!"
"Making money off the dead, careful you don't lose your virtue!"
"It's the hanged ghost who wanted to harm me first!"
"...You guys are so harsh." Xu Ni was petrified by the scene; this was like using knives to cut directly into the flesh.
