C1467 The way of forging and calculating

The one who spoke was not Ye Feng, but Little Huo. The moment this little girl appeared, a deacon dressed in coarse hemp immediately flashed over to stare at her.

"I only like money …" Little Huo looked askance at the appearance of that poor soul, and said with a pout.

"Don't tell me that when you have money, you write about your face!" The coarse linen robed man cried out