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Chapter 971: The treasure in the jade box

Baojiaxian, Baojiaxian!

This city is his now, and he is the new city owner of Buddha City. Every inch of land here is the result of his investment!

Without him, everyone would be homeless!

But why do they only know Baojiaxian and not Ximen Yan?

Why?!

Ximen Yan faced the sculpture of Bao Jiaxian. He felt that there was a feeling of air in his chest and it was congested.

He is very rich, and he has enjoyed almost everything that can be enjoyed in this world. His dependent is Baoyu Niang, whom he cherishes very much, and his life is the most beautiful and noble among Baoyu Niang.

But now, he is hugging Qin Xuan's lap. When the future emperor ascends the throne, he will be able to master the art of following the dragon no matter what.

Not to mention rising through the ranks, there is absolutely no problem with prosperity and wealth.

But why is he not happy at all? It seems that even if he gets all this, even if he lives forever and lives for tens of thousands or millions of years, he will still not be satisfied?

It's obvious that the matter has passed and Bao Jiaxian is dead!

Why?

He is Ximen Yan, not anyone else. He doesn't want to compete with Baojiaxian, but why does everything he does, even if he chooses to stand up and rebuild this Buddhist city in the end, seems to be just to win publicity.

What’s the meaning?

What is the meaning?

He rebuilt the Buddhist city, but no one knew that he built it.

"Are you going to disgust me till the day you die?"

Ximen Yan was very unhappy: "You are dead and I am still alive. Doesn't this prove that I am better than you? If you die, you will have nothing. Only by living can you do what you want to do!"

'You make so much money, and then what? Do you live just to make more money? The purpose of thinking, working hard, and putting in your efforts every day is just to get what you already have?'

"You don't understand at all."

The clouds dissipated, but Ke Baojiaxian's shadow had already enveloped him: "Why do you think that making money is not a kind of happiness? Are you rich? Do you understand the happiness of rich people?"

"You're just a poor guy!"

"Peniless!"

"A poor man who is poorly fed, poorly clothed, and even more poorly equipped!"

"What do you have? What do you know?" Ximen Yan: "Morality is dead. Money, what they want is money. Without money, power, and strength, who will agree with you!"

Ximen Yan has seen too many things. When you are rich, everyone says you are successful. Because you do this, you are successful.

But when one day you go bankrupt, they will say, look, you failed because of what you did.

"This is an era where heroes are judged by their success or failure. Those who stand high are strong, and those who cannot climb up are all losers!"

The ignorance of the people in Fucheng almost made Ximen Yan fall into a demonic barrier.

He wanted to prove that he was on the right path and that he was the winner, but Bao Jiaxian failed!

However, Bao Jiaxian could no longer argue with Ximen Yan. It was impossible for him to speak again, and he could not explain those big principles.

Even if there are thousands of words, now, there is only one sentence left.

'I'm already dead...'

Baojiaxian is the loser, because when he dies, there is nothing left. But look at Buddha City, they remembered Baojiaxian and inherited him.

"Okay, very good. If you want to compete, I'll accompany you!"

Ximen Yan didn't know how he went back. He only knew that he didn't want to admit that Bao Jiaxian was better than him: "You are dead and I am still alive. I, Ximen Yan, will not be worse than a dead person."

As long as he shows his strength, as long as he takes it seriously, can he, Ximen Yan, not even be able to compare with a dead man?

That's just a dead person!

"Squeak."

This is Ximen's virtual world. The most central place in the sky in his painting is also the place where one's destiny is.

Ximen Yan's natal life is a very cherished jade girl. Her name is Jing Hong and she calls herself "Weiyu". Ximen Yan usually calls her Sister Wei.

The natal relationship between the two is like that of siblings or husband and wife.

They have gone through countless ups and downs together, accompanying Ximen Yan from when he was the weakest to today, standing at the top overlooking those who were once so high.

However, Ximen Yan was very scared. He was hesitant. He did not dare to open the seal and take out the contents.

"Are you really going to take that thing out?"

Jing Hong asked: "Or is that person really that important to you?"

"I'll let him die."

"You can't deceive me," Jing Hong hugged Ximen Yan from behind: "I am your destiny, and I know everything about you. You are very unwilling to do so. You want to win against him, even if it's just once."

"Now that you know it, do you want to stop me?"

Ximen Yan's hands were trembling. He took it out and touched the contents.

Xiamen Yan knew that if he opened this jade box and took out the contents and used them, he would never be able to look back. As a result, he would probably become like that poor guy who only knows disgusting people all day long.

"I want to stop you because the meaning of my existence is to protect you. This is also the value of every life."

"but."

Jing Hong hugged Ximen Yan and put her head on his shoulder: "A woman should not stop a man from chasing his own value. What you want is never money. You just want to prove yourself that you are no worse than others. As long as

If you want, you can be better than them all."

'Remember this, sooner or later I, Ximen Yan, will surpass you and become more powerful than you all. One day, I will make you kneel down and beg me!!'

"Go ahead."

Jing Hong: "No matter what time, I will be by your side, even if this may be a dead end..."

In the inner room of the rare animal house, Ximen Yan opened his eyes. He raised his hand and saw the jade box in the sky in the painting right in front of him.

Open it, and you will step into the turbulent quagmire of troubled times like Bao Jiaxian, and you will no longer be able to stay out of it. He who was originally invincible will probably become someone else like Bao Jiaxian.

a chess piece.

However, Ximen Yan's hand calmed down.

"I just want to tell you that I, Ximen Yan, never need you to teach me what to do."

"Click."

The jade box was opened, but there were no dazzling magic weapons or rare treasures inside. What was placed in the box was just a stack of paper.

Yes, a stack of paper, it looks like a small notebook that has been torn open by someone, and it looks like a book. In short, it is not a great treasure, but it is extremely ordinary. Even this jade box looks more precious than it.

"Oh, oh, oh, it's finally opened, my baby."

"It's our baby."

"No, no, no, this is everyone's treasure."

Ximen Yan turned around and saw three strange figures wearing white clothes and big-headed doll hoods appearing in front of him in the originally empty room.


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