I sold the system to the saints in the prehistoric times and I lost money.

In view of situations like Tongtian, where merit is frozen by heaven and no merit can be opened, Lin Chen discussed with the system for a long time and came up with a merit loan business.

One percent loan interest is charged every day, and the main focus is to be humane and put the customer first.

I am not afraid that you will have no merit, but I am afraid that you will just wait to die, or that you will not have the dream to strive for.

If someone like Tongtian wants to buy a pocket jar, but their merits are frozen by heaven, will they be disappointed?

Of course Lin Chen couldn't allow it. Based on the principle of customer first, Lin Chen prayed to the system for several days before the system allowed him to launch the origin loan business.

After all, in order to prevent old people from collecting debts, we have to rely on the power of the system.

Otherwise, he would have only reached the first level of Qi Refining and would have been directly crushed to death by the doorman or his mount before he even entered the door.

As long as you have needs, Fortune Mall will definitely make you lose all your money.

wrong! Returned satisfied!

After reading it carefully, word by word, and sentence by sentence, even if he was an ancient Buddha on Lingshan Mountain, he would still have to take a deep breath.

black!

too dark!

It's simply a gangster business, and the underworld is sucking the bones and marrow.

Seeing this merit loan, Ran Deng felt a sense of being targeted.

He had accumulated 50 million merits for two calamities, but they were all robbed by Haotian. How can he still have any merits now?

But do you want him to give up for the sake of opportunity? How could he be willing to light the lamp?

One million merits can be exchanged for a chance to change his life. Even if it is a 1000W merit loan, he will not hesitate to burn the lamp.

1 million merits is just a drop in the bucket for the former Ran Deng.

However, the high interest rate made him somewhat timid. A loan of 1 million yuan would generate interest of 10,000 yuan every day.

Do you know how long it takes him to burn lanterns and accumulate ten thousand merits? That's a whole month.

1 million merits can only be exchanged for a pocket jar. This horse riding is 1 million merits.

When Nuwa made a human out of clay and became a saint with merit, she spent only 100 million merit.

But in Fortune Mall, is 1 million worth a golden epic pocket jar?

What is unacceptable is that there is only a 1% chance of obtaining an SSS-level system?

What is this if not a black businessman?

As an innate creature, and half a chaotic god and demon, Ran Deng felt deeply malicious.

In the three realms of the prehistoric era, he had no source of merit income. He lived frugally every day, worked hard for Lingshan, worked tirelessly, and saved only 50 million merits for two calamities.

No one knows better than him how hard-earned this merit is.

If it had been yesterday, he would have lighted the lamp without frowning, but today he has no merit, not even a trace.

Thinking of being suppressed by Haotian and robbing him of 50 million merits, he felt angry.

Ran Deng looked unwilling, and his fists clenched squeaking inadvertently.

He was annoyed by this feeling that gave you hope and almost made you despair.

He was in despair. As an innate creature, why was he always ostracized?

Ran Deng fell into feeling good about himself, but he never thought that as a half-chaos god-demon, it was a great kindness of Hongjun to allow him to survive in the three realms.

"Why don't you want to buy it?"

Seeing that the other party had an angry look on his face, his cloudy eyes looked at him with annoyance.

Lin Chen used the power of the system to condense the endless power of chaos around him. Endless Taoist charm bloomed from his body, directly suppressing Ran Deng to the ground.

"Senior, please spare your life, Senior, please spare your life."

Feeling the tearing force of Chaos, the endless Dao rhyme, like the wrath of the Dao, gave him a feeling of wanting to beat him back to the age of Chaos maggots, and he was so frightened that he quickly begged for mercy.

Lin Chen is not so magnanimous to such a person with a good sense of self-superiority.

Don’t you see that Tongtian is here? Do you have to be honest and respectfully call me “Senior”?

Lin Chen waved his hand and snorted coldly.

"The Good Fortune Mall is about mutual consent. If you think my pocket jar is too expensive, you can choose to leave."

Lin Chen thought that when Ran Deng saw that his price was too high, he was so angry that he wanted to get angry. This was completely different from the humble and humble look he had just made.

He directly labeled Ran Deng as nose-picking. He is the kind of person who wants merit and wants to open a pocket can.

Lin Chen was most annoyed by people with double standards, so naturally he didn't look good.

Although this aura is not strong, its strange method can directly knock you back to the original form of chaos, scaring Ran Deng so much that he trembles all over.

Braving cold sweat, he begged for mercy again and again, knowing that the other party must have misunderstood him.

Just emotional fluctuations can cause changes in the power of chaos around him, and the Taoist charm on his body is so rich that it makes time go back?

Such terrifying methods gave him the feeling that even if Taoist Lian Hongjun came in person, he would still be suppressed into a mortal.

Thinking that he had accumulated two calamities of merit, he prepared to imitate Nuwa's merit and become a saint.

After being robbed by Haotian, he expressed his despair and couldn't beat him again and again.

Otherwise, why can’t I even afford a pocket can?

"Senior, you have misunderstood. For some reason, Haotian suddenly possessed saint-level combat power. He also robbed me of 50 million merits, so senior has misunderstood."

"Have you been robbed of 50 million merits by Haotian?"

When Lin Chen heard this, he stood up angrily.

"Haotian! You are really not a son of man! You are not a son of man!"

It's no wonder. He was a rich man, but after being robbed by you, he turned into a loser. No wonder his mentality fluctuated so much.

"Senior is right! Haotian is indeed not a son of man!"

Seeing that Lin Chen was also annoyed by Haotian's shameless behavior, Ran Deng felt like he had found a confidant. He sat slumped on the ground, with runny nose and tears, and expressed the pain in his heart.

Lin Chen naturally looked down on Haotian in his heart. This guy had robbed so many merits. Look at what he did to Ran Deng.

I am neither a human nor a ghost, and my body looks like it has been hollowed out. Are you worthy of me?

That's the merit that Ran Deng is going to use in exchange for the pocket jar. If you mess with me like this, what will happen to my performance?

With all your merits, why don’t you come and visit my Good Fortune Mall?

Lin Chen made a serious note to Haotian in his heart.

"Okay, okay, doesn't it mean that Haotian has holy-level combat power?"

"In this jar of mine, there are many opportunities to possess saint-level combat power."

"If you have deep blessings, it won't be difficult to create the Golden Immortal of Hunyuan Avenue and defeat Haotian."

Ran Deng's eyes also lit up. Lin Chen was right. As long as he could get out of the system and get an opportunity that was even more incredible than Haotian's, then everything would be a small matter.

"Senior, I want a loan!"

"I want to open the can!"

Seeing how easily the other party's emotions were affected, Lin Chen quickly took out the system's loan slip and threw it directly.

I was still thinking about how to build up Ran Deng's psychology, but I didn't expect that he had convinced himself that he would need a loan.

He was also afraid that he would regret it and not lend him a loan.

"This is the jade slip of Hunyuan Avenue. As long as you drop a drop of blood into it, the loan agreement can be completed."

Ran Deng was focused on opportunities, not caring about the loan agreement. A drop of blood dripped into it, and he could vaguely feel the hazy contract forming between his eyebrows.