"Madam, do you really not care about the friendship between husband and wife?"
At this time, Tiger Lord was still trying to arouse a trace of conscience in Huang Yao's heart.
However, things have come to this point, Huang Yao has taken the first step, how can she stop her crazy behavior?
"Why."
Huang Yao sighed, "Husband, don't worry, I won't kill you. However, before senior leaves, I can only wrong you a little. I will keep you in Huanglong Palace..."
"How could I not know the tricks you are using as a senior? Madam, you are playing with fire!" Hu Zun shouted.
He expected to see a hint of fear in Huang Yao's eyes, but unfortunately, there was not.
Huang Yao said, "Even if senior knows, so what? This is our family matter. He has already got what he wants. I believe he will not have the leisure to interfere with our family matter."
Tiger Lord was speechless.
What Huang Yao said is indeed the truth. How could a being like that stand up for him?
Desperate.
Hu Zun said nothing. He never expected that things would end up like this.
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Dahe Village.
Chen Muyu is studying the so-called qi-seeking technique.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and glanced in the direction of Huanglong River.
Naturally, he clearly saw what happened in Huanglong Palace.
It wasn't that he meant to peek. In fact, the other party had just made a lot of noise, and it was difficult for him not to peek.
But what does it have to do with yourself?
It is not uncommon for husband and wife to turn against each other because of some interests, and there is nothing unusual about it.
After all, it is a family matter. As an outsider, what reason do you have to bring justice to others?
Furthermore, with my own wealth, wouldn’t it mean that I would be devalued if I lowered my dignity to help a few monks handle the household affairs?
After just a moment, Chen Muyu closed his eyes again and continued to study the art of looking at Qi.
Speaking of this technique of looking at qi, it is somewhat advisable.
In fact, this is a kind of magical power mixed with the original law.
This original law is quite special and can be called the law of Qi.
This kind of law seems to have no other use besides allowing people to see the so-called luck.
In just a moment, Chen Muyu understood the original law.
After all, it is just the origin of the Jidao level. For him, it is not too easy to understand.
After understanding, and using Tiger Lord's secret technique, Chen Muyu opened his eyes again, and indeed felt that his vision was slightly different.
Especially looking towards the direction of Huanglong River.
There was a hazy, faint purple light lingering and flickering.
Is this the fate of Huanglong River?
Chen Muyu studied it by himself for a moment. It seemed that the level of this law of qi was a bit low, and what he could see was limited.
Huanglonghe's luck was probably not low, so he could see a faint light in his eyes. However, if it were someone or something with a lower luck, it would be hard to see through it.
This problem can be easily solved.
Just pass the system directly to condense and improve the origin of this qi.
"Oh, the value is not low."
I checked the system and found that it would cost 10,000 Beijing wealth points to upgrade this source of energy to the supreme level.
It is indeed expensive enough.
Fortunately, he is now very wealthy. Although this amount of wealth cannot be said to be a drop in the bucket for him, it is still within an acceptable range.
I chose promotion directly.
The upgrade process is also quick and easy.
One day later, Chen Muyu opened his eyes again and used his secret technique.
This time, the changes in the field of vision were even more obvious.
The purple light on the Huanglong River is unusually strong, lingering, and endless.
Looking elsewhere, there was no such scene at all.
Some mountains will emit a faint red light.
That should also be luck, but there is no scene like Huanglongjiang.
Looking at the villagers in the village outside, most of them have faint white lights flashing behind their heads. Only some villagers with higher status or higher cultivation will have dots of yellow lights appearing behind their heads.
Luck is also divided into levels.
White is the lowest level. Ordinary people, or in other words, 99% of people, are lucky enough to be at this level.
This type of people will only be mediocre throughout their lives and will not achieve anything.
Above the white is yellow.
Such people rarely become successful, and many are just better than ordinary people.
Above the yellow is red.
When you reach this state, you can say that this person is extremely lucky.
If it turns red and turns purple to such an extent, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a child of luck.
Therefore, purple luck is already the highest state of luck.
The Huanglong River has purple luck. It can be imagined that the luck of this river is long.
What Huang Yao and others said cannot be false.
Maybe this Huanglong River is actually transformed from the spinal cord of Holy Lord Tianhong.
At this time, Chen Muyu couldn't help but be curious, what level had his luck reached?
I don’t know if I can see my luck with this qi-gazing technique.
I have always had good luck along the way. In just a few years, I have grown from an ordinary person to where I am now. This kind of luck should be considered incredible.
At that moment, Chen Muyu took out a mirror and stood it in front of himself.
Chen Muyu hasn't looked at himself like this for a long time.
The self in the mirror has a face as beautiful as a crown jewel, and is well-dressed in fine clothes. The childishness of the past has long faded away, and the heroic look between the brows and brows is compelling.
When Xuanyi emerged from the dust, there was still a hint of the majesty of a superior person that he had cultivated over a long period of time.
In just a few years, there have been quite a few changes.
Without too much emotion, Chen Muyu immediately used his secret technique.
In just a moment, the vision changed.
When I see myself in the mirror, there is a ball of light behind my head. It is dark, like a dark cloud, condensing and not dissipating.
this……
Seeing this scene, Chen Muyu was dumbfounded.
Is this the manifestation of my own destiny?
Why is it so dark?
Rubbed his eyes.
That's right.
His face twitched slightly.
Didn’t it mean that there are only four colors of luck, white, yellow, red and purple?
Is this black lump of mine also luck?
For a long time, Chen Muyu did not come back to his senses.
Chen Muyu has always thought that his luck should be good.
No matter what, he should be a person of great luck.
How could someone without great luck come out of the Hongmeng world and grow to the heights they are today in just a few years?
But what he saw in front of him overturned his understanding.
Black luck.
Unheard of.
Could it be that it is because of being contaminated with calamity?
Chen Muyu thought this way, and it seemed very possible.
What he saw might be the color of the calamity energy.
There was so much calamity in him that it turned out to be so black.
It is not impossible for luck and luck to suppress each other and become like this.
