Xuan Hening's room was a mess.

When he got home, he was a little uneasy after all, cut a strand of his hair, and immediately cast a spell, wanting to see the future scene, but the bronze mirror that he was used to doing on weekdays was silent like a stranger at this time, and the two looked disgusted.

He looked at his palms in disbelief, and his eyes were deeply suspicious.

"What the hell is going on?"

Is it possible that the ability will come when it is said and go when it is said?

If that's the case, what is the point of seeing that he will be wearing an imperial robe in the future? Is it a joke?

He was so flustered that he called his maidservants, his mother-in-law, who had always served him, cut off a strand of their hair, and hurried them out.

The maid and the mother-in-law had tears in their eyes, and they didn't dare to fall, for fear of upsetting the demon king of the world, so they stabbed them in the neck with a pair of scissors.

Xuan Hening got his hair, quickly closed the door, and recast the spell.

He put his hair on the mirror reverently, closed his eyes, and calmly recalled what his body was like when he successfully cast the spell some time ago, and tried to feel the mysterious realm, he was intoxicated, and felt that this time he would definitely be able to ......

However, it didn't.

There is no streamer on the fingertips.

Nothing.

He looked at the bronze mirror in surprise and disappointment, only to feel a deep foolishness, what the hell is going on?

It was okay a few days ago, but why can't it be today?

He immediately put another strand of hair on it, and still nothing happened.

He was shocked and angry, unable to understand it, and even more afraid.

He knew very well that the reason why he was able to become the military advisor of the Sixth Highness was not because of other skills, but because of this ability of an unknown prophet, without this ability, he would still be a despised man.

What rights, what thrones, will be floating clouds.

If a man has not been contaminated with power, it doesn't matter, but he has been contaminated with power and enjoyed the taste of life and death, and it is extremely difficult to retreat.

He doesn't want to be an ordinary person, he wants to be the supreme in the world.

His eyes were red.

He struggled to compose himself, thinking back to how he had gotten this ability.

It was a very ordinary afternoon.

He climbed down from the prostitute Yan Keer, his hands were stained with Yan Keer's hair, he looked at himself in the mirror, the hair on his hands fell on the bronze mirror, and he saw the future of Yan Keer in the bronze mirror.

In the future, Yan Keer will save thousands of family fortunes, fall in love with a scholar, and redeem herself to marry a scholar.

Among the thousands of family wealth, there is also the golden hairpin and jade Chu'er that he rewarded to Yan Ke'er.

Bah!

It's really a bitch heartless.

took what he gave him and ransomed himself upside down to a man, he was so cheap, he deserved to be the head of the prostitute.

He looked at the scene, doubting that he was dazzled or sleepwalking, until Yan Keer exclaimed, "Why am I in the mirror?" ”

He was stunned for a moment, it turned out that Yan Ke Eryue could see it.

This means that it is not a dream.

He caught a glimpse of the hair that was about to disappear on the bronze mirror, and he understood something in a trance.

He immediately got up and pulled a strand of hair down from Yan Keer's head, Yan Keer was dragged painfully, she didn't dare to cry with tears, and laughed forcefully: "Do you still want hair?" The slave family will cut it to the master. ”

This bitch, it's good.

This is for fear that he will pull her hair again.

Hey, he didn't appreciate it.

He hurriedly put his hair on the bronze mirror, and there was naturally a faint light on his fingers, and the bronze mirror seemed to ripple, and he saw the picture of Yan Keer again.

Yan Ke'er was also stunned, standing quietly behind him, seeing it clearly, and the surprise on his face couldn't be hidden.

He quickly thinks that this bitch knows the man.

The picture disappeared, he looked at his hands in a daze, trembling with excitement, he figured out in an instant, this is a pair of hands that can point gold, he was happy for a long time, and then he remembered to interrogate Yan Keer, did he know the man in the picture.

Yan Keer didn't say it.

He slapped him a few times before he cried and confessed.

It turned out that the scholar was her childhood sweetheart who grew up with her brother next door, her family made a mistake, she was sold into a brothel, the brother next door didn't forget her, she came to her some time ago, she knew that she was dirty, and she didn't see that person

Hey!

He sneered.

This prostitute is ruthless to him, but very affectionate to others, why doesn't he feel dirty when he serves him? Is he not afraid of getting dirty?

Bah!

He looked at Yan Ke'er and thought to himself how to use this golden hand.

That Yan Ke'er said, "What I saw today, the slave family will never say it, please rest assured." ”

This statement reminded him that how could people know about such a private matter? Especially this prostitute, who has seen a lot of people and knows many people, if he is sold one day......

He immediately told Yan Keer that he jumped down from the stairs, and he let go of the childhood sweetheart, and if he didn't jump, he would let the childhood sweetheart disappear on the spot.

Smoke Kerr was scared silly, begging him!

The more she begged, the more annoying he became.

Women are cheap, and the more they can't get it, the more they think it's good, and they're all cheap.

He flicked his sleeves and left, he had already decided to redeem herself for Yan Ke'er, lock her up in the outer house, and kill her in two days.

Yan Ke'er shouted at him, "Master, the slave family is waiting for you, knowing that the master is a person who keeps his promises, the slave family can't repay the master in this life, and will definitely repay the kindness of the master in the next life." ”

This prostitute is really affectionate, and he really jumped off the building and hit his brain.

Tsk, it's miserable!

The old bustard didn't dare to speak, and took a silver ticket to compensate him, saying that he swept his Yaxing, is he the one who lacks that little money?

He's gone.

When I got home, I immediately tried my own hair, and I saw the golden future, and I tried other people's hair, and I was able to verify them one by one.

He also fell out with a few gentlemen because of this.

He saw in the bronze mirror that those guys had joined forces to treat him as the wronged leader, how could he be the wronged person who could understand the gods? immediately found a handle and sent those people into the big guy one by one.

I've been idle for a few months, and there are few people who can gradually play together.

He remembered the golden future, and wanted to talk to the prince about the prince's path.

Unexpectedly, the prince was a waste and drove him away.

He turned to the Sixth Highness and began the road of power dispute for several months......

Xuan Hening thought about the ins and outs of the matter, filtered and filtered the details, and finally figured it out.

The day he got the gold hand was an extremely ordinary day, there was no warning, and when he used it, the streamer came out naturally, and there was nothing special about it.

The only thing he didn't expect was that one day this ability would suddenly disappear......

How can it disappear!!

Xuan Hening was paralyzed by this inference.

This is the most unacceptable fact for him.

He forced himself not to think about it anymore, and to sleep and watch again, maybe it was just that his physical strength was overdrawn, and he had no divine power to use for a while.