Fu Youzhi's green-green fingers traced through the air, and a golden Sanskrit text shone in the night sky.
"God of Wealth Order, lock!"
Azhao's pupils shrank instantly, and the golden characters melted into his bones and blood.
Fu Youzhi did not take his life, but locked up his Taoism for thousands of years.
Now he can only have it.
Even the spiritual intelligence has been completely locked up.
Azhao's mind struggled wildly, and blood came out of his eyes and the corners of his mouth.
"If you are stubborn and unrepentant, he is not your lover at all, let alone the former God of Wealth!"
Ah Zhao was fighting with the Order of the God of Wealth, but he did not forget to yell viciously at Fu Youzhi.
"You'd better hope he is," Fu Youzhi gently rubbed his soft hair,
"Only the God of Wealth can solve the God of Wealth Order. Now I hate you to the core. Do you think I can help you solve it?"
The God of Wealth of the previous generation was kind to others, and he loved every cat and bird around him with all his heart.
Although Gu Yanchen is now well, if the memories of the previous God of Wealth can be found, there will naturally be no misunderstanding between the two of them.
Fu Youzhi gave it the God of Wealth Order, hoping that it could help him get his memory back for his own sake.
Ah Zhao was locked tightly by the God of Wealth's order. He vomited out a mouthful of blood and fainted completely.
Fu Youzhi carried the cat, twisted her waist, and jumped down from the towering city wall, her tall ponytail rippling behind her, showing her heroic appearance.
Not long after, she returned to Luoxue Villa. There was a soft sound from the window and she had already climbed in.
She rarely wears such tight-fitting clothes. This outfit is like a night clothes, which wraps up her beautiful figure to the fullest.
After a long night of hard work, at dawn, she was so tired that she came in and sat in front of the table, opened the things she had brought with her,
"Crack, click, click, click" and chew hard.
"Zhizhi, you're back?!" Shen Yun slept lightly. Even if Fu Youzhi used his divine power to put her to sleep, she would still be easily awakened. Fu Youzhi turned around and looked at her. Sure enough, her body, skin, and spirit
The condition is much better than yesterday.
"Aunt Shen," Fu Youzhi stretched out her hand, intending to feel her pulse.
Just stretched out my hand...
I found that my fingertips were oily...
There was nothing she could do, she was too hungry, so when she came back, she bought a few pairs of chicken wings.
"Ahem, crazy Sunday... Aunt Shen, would you like some wings?" Fu Youzhi handed the chicken wings to her.
Shen Yun swallowed his saliva. To be honest, it smelled so good!
But, were fried chicken wings on the junk food list Gu Yanchen gave her?
It doesn't seem like...
Is there any? It really smells so good!
Seeing Shen Yun's hesitant look, Fu Youzhi instantly understood that this was their family-specific obsessive-compulsive disorder. They did not eat junk food or drink carbonated drinks.
She retracted her hand in confusion, but suddenly thought that if she ate a lot of junk food, Gu Yanchen would definitely be angry!
At that time, he rushed over and she threw Ah Zhao's soulless cat body to him. Didn't that make it clear?
good idea!
She went out through the window again, came back in an instant, and brought back——
Laotan pickled cabbage instant noodles.
It's smelly and dirty enough, he must be crazy!
Fu Youzhi crossed her legs and looked as proud as a tail. She sat in front of the live broadcast room. Just when she was about to show off, the little angel fans in the live broadcast room took the lead and launched a barrage:
【Gardenia!】
【Your husband resigned!】
【Your husband fired you!】
【Your husband is swallowing your shares!】
[Your husband filmed a promotional video for Zhao Gongming!]
【Your husband has joined the group!】
[Ahem, your husband is no longer your husband! He! Is! All! People! Old! Husband!]