Chapter 1694： I have a little goldfish 60

A few days later, he discovered the cause of something wrong.

——The little goldfish is sick.

Since he woke up, she became weaker day by day.

Like a flower that withered quickly, withered and decayed, and finally lied in his arms like a gossamer, his skin was almost transparent, and his body was so light that it never existed...

Huang Ming sat beside and wiped his tears silently.

Wei Yiran stared at her in his arms in a daze, feeling that the dream was shattered in a panic, suddenly resembling a child and wondering what to do...

His hands trembled uncontrollably, and he muttered: "Don't die...I love you..."

She opened her eyes slightly, with a slight smile on her face, "I am not dead, you said, I am a fairy...a fairy, how could I die..."

Huang Ming couldn't stand it anymore and cried bitterly: "She must save you! You have all the blood! Why didn't I stop her?!!!"

Huang Ming cried regretfully.

Wei Yiran was dull. For a long time, he closed his eyes, and hot tears ran down his cheeks.

...

"What happened later?" Gu Yan asked Old Ghost Huang, "Wei Yiran drank the angelfish's blood. After he came back to life, did he seek revenge from that surnamed Du?"

Old Huang shook his head, "No."

"Then why did Wei Yi come to become rich?" Gu Yan asked again.

"The prodigal son turned his head back." Huang Laogui said, "Good health, eat well, no matter what you do, it will go smoothly, of course you will get rich."

"Just made a fortune like this?" Gu Yan looked disgusted, "I'm here in great interest to hear how he gets rich, and you tell me the story of falling in love? What are you doing..."

Gu Yan was very depressed, picked up the ancient mirror and left, not wanting to listen to Huang Laogui nonsense.

Huang Laogui smiled when he saw him walking away, and walked away from Gu's house.

The sky was blue, it seemed so blue yesterday, and the day before yesterday... it looks the same every day, but this time and then are so far apart in time and space.

Huang Laogui remembered the later story.

Later... the little goldfish turned back into a fish, with a slap so big, and the scales on his body were mutilated. The two men cried again when they saw it.

Later, Wei Yiran raised small goldfish with pure gold.

He insisted: Since fine gold can heal humans, it should also heal her.

But there is only a little bit in the bottle, where can I find the remaining fine gold?

During that time, they were almost desperate.

Wei Yiran was not reconciled. He couldn't get fine gold, so he hoarded a lot of gold. He cast her money into a fish tank and put her in it with the fine gold. After a few days, they found that the fine gold seemed to have increased a little bit. The color of the fish tank has faded a little.

The fine gold left by the little goldfish seemed to be able to absorb the fine gold from the gold on its own.

This discovery gave them hope.

Wei Yiran pledged all his assets and bought gold on a large scale. But not enough, not enough, far from enough.

One thousand catties of gold is worth one gram of fine gold.

Wei Yiran finally understood that in order to save Little Goldfish, he needed a huge amount of assets, and even someone like Huo Chenghong might not get the money.

In order to make money, he left Qingjiang and went overseas to create his own underground auction house.

Because of his natural keenness and vision for the auction industry, his business has grown bigger and bigger, and the goods in the auction house have become more and more peculiar and valuable. There are only things that others don't dare to think about, and no ones that he dare not sell, and because of the great privacy. , People call it: UnderTheRose.

Compared with him, Huang Ming seems to be a little troublesome here.

But Huang Ming still kept earning his gold bars.

It's like paying off a debt.

Everyone has his own debt.

If she stopped her at the beginning, or took less blood, maybe the result would not be what she is now. Huang Ming felt that this was his debt and he had to pay it back.

As long as there is not enough fine gold for one day, they cannot stop their pursuit of gold.

It's a debt, but it's even more persistent.

...

Day after day, year after year, men have so much gold that the world cannot imagine.

But it is not enough.

Not enough, not enough...

Before going to bed, he looked at the vault that could not be seen as usual, and thought to himself: There are still too few.

He returned to the same magnificent bedroom, lying on a big bed made of pure gold, resting on a pillow embroidered with gold thread, and falling asleep with his eyes closed.

In the middle of the night, the more he slept, the colder he was. The whole person seemed to be immersed in water. This feeling gave him a familiar familiarity.

I faintly heard her voice: "I didn't admit my mistake this time..."

He felt a tremor, stretched out his hand trembling, and touched—

Just like the night I first met, the quilt was all wet.

In the darkness, he hugged the woman tightly, and muttered: "I miss you so much..."

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