"Luo Yuzhen, as the third young master of Tongbao Money House, prints money at home and has a gray fate of [no wealth], which is strange enough."

Ji Yuan shook his head, unable to understand.

The Luo family never allowed children from the clan to become officials and would not participate in party disputes in the court at all.

In addition, the queen and the saint who were mothers in the world can be said to be in a deep relationship between the couple.

Unless the Luo family dares to rebel, they can maintain their wealth for a hundred years no matter how they look at it.

"Maybe, [With money] means that Luo and Zhen have no fate with money. They are experts in scattering coins, the boy Shancai?"

Ji Yuan gave a relatively reasonable explanation and instead thought:

"If you want to find someone without gray destiny, you can get the Emperor Tiandao map to be printed, it is quite difficult."

He once reflected on the left and right neighbors in Nanmen Hutong, almost all of which were gray.

From this we can see that most sentient beings in the world are suffering from sudden difficulties.

It comes suddenly and leaves suddenly, and it is difficult to achieve anything.

"A ordinary people in the market can bring a white life. Even if they have some skills, they will be fine.

If you have five fates and all your colors are white, why worry about not being able to make a head out?"

Ji Yuan sighed.

If he had no Emperor's Heavenly Dao Picture.

I guess he had died long ago by Luo Lie, the iron sand palm of the Cao Gang.

Where is today?

"Speaking of this, Luo Lie's name is also on my "life and death book",

When you have free time, you should go to him to talk about life and reason.”

Ji Yuan's eyes were slightly cold, and he must avenge his revenge, whether it was his original body or himself.

The carriage left the inner city and headed straight to the outer city.

I drove all the way through Huairenfang, Pingxiufang, and Changshunfang, and finally arrived at Tai'anfang.

It was already very late at this time, almost half past Hai, and it was almost time for Zi.

Ji Yuan got off the carriage and asked the servant in Qingyi to go back by himself.

Even if the inner city gate is closed, it is always okay to find a place to stay.

"Don't wander around the streets alone at midnight."

Ji Yuan reminded him.

"I know, I know, the third young master has given the order. Just find an inn to take a rest, so you don't have to worry about Master Jiu."

The servant in green nodded and disappeared on the long street.

The night is thick and the fog is deep.

Ji Yuan was wearing a black outfit and walked forward alone.

The surroundings were silent and the lights were dim, which really made people feel a little panicked.

"Everyone says that they are good at art and brave, but it's true.

I have the inner energy of the demon-subduing of the tiger roaring the golden bell cover. In addition, I entered the realm of conquest, my blood was as powerful as a stove, and I was not afraid of ordinary evil spirits at all. Only then did I dare to walk on the night road."

Ji Yuan walked through a street and alley, and the wind whimpered, like crying and complaining.

After a glance, I looked like a graceful back in a pink skirt squatting in the corner, crying with a sad voice, breaking my heart.

If you want to change this to a talented scholar who cherishes the beauty, you might come forward to ask and take it home for comfort.

But Ji Yuan looked like a clean street tiger, glaring at him and shouting:

"I'll cry and go home in the middle of the night, don't bother the people."

The internal energy of the demon subduing demons led to the rolling airflow of internal organs, and exploded with a bang, scaring the graceful figure of his back in a panic dissipated.

"So what about the evil spirit? I have a sense of righteousness in my heart!

Besides, I silently recite the twenty-four-word mantra in my heart, what can I do with monsters and monsters?

Jing Chao is prosperous, democratic, civilized, harmonious, and free... I'm going, old man, what are you doing?"

Ji Yuan held his head and his chest up, what kind of long-tongued ghosts hanged under a tree, butcher ghosts who killed pigs in the butcher shop, drowned ghosts who were caught and thrown into the well...

These strange phantoms that appear one after another, which can not shake his mind at all.

But before the twenty-four words were finished, a gust of cold wind blew, as cold as a knife.

In a blink of an eye, there was an old man kneeling at Ji Yuan's feet and hugging his thighs.

"Uncle saves the old man!"

The voice is so miserable that it is much more pitiful than the crying female ghost just now.

Ji Yuan resisted the urge to kick him and looked closely.

It was the ghost old man who set up a stall in Yin City to sell wontons last time.

"Does my forehead have crescent moons engraved? Or is my face dark like a piece of charcoal? Why are there ghosts crying for justice at me..."
Chapter completed!