Matriarch is Pretty and Cool Chapter 297: The loss of one hundred million!

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Bai Chuwei has a road number, but if she changes the group business card to her own road number, it is estimated that she will be kicked directly by the group owner. Reason: Desecrate the ancestors of Xiuxian a thousand years ago.

The next best thing is to change a group business card like this.

As for newcomers to send red envelopes to groups, she knows that most immortal cultivators own a lot of property, but they may not be worthy of a group of red envelopes worth dozens of dollars.

Bai Chuwei's eyes fell on the desk with the various spirit pills and spirits that had just been developed, and she had an idea in her heart.

The thin white fingers quickly tapped on the virtual keyboard, and quickly wrote a small program.

[The ancestors: @All members, there are not many red envelopes, only twelve, please grab it if you have a chance. ]

Twelve red envelopes?

This newcomer is too poor, right?

Several diving monks laughed at their gains and losses. It doesn't matter whether this newcomer grabs the red envelope or not.

Everyone was still complaining, and suddenly they saw that the group of newcomers whose business cards were "Ancestors" sent out red envelopes, and a few monks immediately poked them!

Hey, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is meat.

Click to open it, it's not a common interface for grabbing red envelopes, it doesn't show the amount of grabbing but the name of each item!

Zixia Sanxian snatched the Beauty Pills, Tianyang Zhenren snatched the Tianling Pills, and the Venerable Budrunk snatched the Hundred Drunken Brews...Luck Wang Qingxuan snatched the Jidan Pills.

Everyone: "???"

Fuck, what's the situation?

[Old ancestor: I wrote a small program just now, the friends who grabbed the red envelope, I will give you the things later. ]

You... are you kidding?

Beauty pill, Tian Ling Pill, Tai Qing Ling Shui? Is this in the red envelope? They think that red envelopes are money!

Qingxuan is an old man. He finally accepted that it is now a technological society. He didn't use the sound transmission to call and send WeChat, but he still couldn't accept typing, so he could just send a voice directly in the group.

Qing Xuan's voice was shaking: "Zhou...Zhou, senior, I grabbed the Jidan Zhujidan? Is the Jidan Zhujidan the one the younger generation thinks about?"

Bai Chuwei was a little surprised and asked: "Is there anything else to build a foundation? Isn't it a pill that can be built immediately after eating it?"

There was a sudden silence in the group.

Liu Sisi watched as her master suddenly knelt on the ground with his legs weakened, and the pedestrians hurriedly turned around and pointed at Liu Sisi, thinking that she was a little girl bullying the elderly.

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Liu Sisi can't wait to hide his face, crying without tears: "Master, get up quickly, don't be ashamed. You are also the head of the Qingxuan school anyway!"

Qing Xuan kept wiping tears and choked up: "Master, I feel so excited that my legs are weak."

Qing Xuan is now at the level of the late stage of Qi refining period. After living for so many years, I can’t find the mystery that crosses into the foundation building period. Like a headless fly spinning outside the door, who knows that Bai Chuwei, an old senior, enter After sending a group red envelope, he snatched Zhujidan.

The precious pill like Zhu Jidan, Bai Chuwei will give it as soon as it is given, it is really a golden thigh.

The revitalization of the martial art is hopeful!

Hold your thighs well!

A group of diving monks in the group realized afterwards...Did they miss something terrible?

Fuck, did that old thing Qingxuan really tell the truth this time?

Is that a big guy who came in?

[(Retreat without disturbing): Your hands are slow, do you still give out red envelopes? I squatted. ]

[Empty Lingzi: Fellow Daoist Ziming read your group business card clearly, what are you doing when you ran out of retreat? In addition, the boss will post another one? ]

Bai Chuwei looked happy.

[Old Ancestor: As I said, there are only twelve, not many. ]

A group of monks who didn't grab the red envelope:...Fuck, I lost a billion!