When passing by a store, An Qingge looked at the painting of the God of Wealth in the store and thought for a while.

Then take out the money that the person just gave him.

It's red, it should be a little valuable.

Then An Qingge walked into the store and bought a painting of the God of Wealth.

Holding this painting of the God of Wealth, An Qingge found a remote position, then put the painting of the God of Wealth in front, knelt on the ground and saluted the painting of the God of Wealth: "Xiaoxian sees the gods, Xiaoxian knows that it is not good to disturb the gods rashly like this, but Xiaoxian was ordered to come to the mortal world, and he has no money, and he also asks the gods to take care of one or two, so that Xiaoxian can walk in the mortal world." ”

An Qingge is like this now, just like a temporary cramming that mortals often say.

She is just an ordinary immortal, and this God of Wealth is a first-class god.

An Qingge suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and then bowed to the God of Wealth again: "Xiaoxian has a heavy responsibility, come to the mortal world to find someone destined for my heavenly clan, and turn into an immortal, Xiaoxian heard that there is also a great shortage of manpower in the Shangshen Palace, if the god can take care of Xiaoxian one or two, then Xiaoxian will definitely select a competent person for the Shangshen Palace for the god to send, or the god will say to Xiaoxian, what does God want the people around him to be, and Xiaoxian will definitely find the right person according to God's instructions." ”

In the past few years in the Heavenly Palace, there has been a shortage of manpower, and the God of Wealth wants to manage the fortune of the world, so there must be a shortage of manpower.

But before An Qingge could reply, a voice sounded: "Yo, I thought you had some ability, and if you didn't agree to me, it turned out that you had a bad brain." ”

Hearing this voice, An Qingge's face stiffened slightly.

As the voice looked over, An Qingge's face recovered.

Because An Qingge saw that the people behind Sister Hong were all women, and they were all women afraid of something.

An Qingge slowly stood up: "If I don't want to rely on fortune-telling to eat, how did I provoke you." ”

Sister Hong sneered: "Mixing rice in my territory, have you agreed with me, but looking at your good face, as long as you go to Sister Hong's store to work for me, Sister Hong, I will not be an adult." ”

"What if I don't?" An Qingge said coldly.

"Then you're welcome." Sister Hong also saw that this woman would not be obedient well, and she met many unconvinced women who were not all cleaned up by her in the end: "What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and take down Sister Hong's new goods." ”

Then the group of women behind Sister Hong walked towards Xu Nian majestically.

Xu Nian smiled contemptuously as he looked at the woman who was coming towards him.

You must know that this mortal, especially women, who fight is coming for their hair, An Qingge looked at these women, and directly came with a circle left and a slap on the right.

Soon none of these women were her opponents.

Just when she was feeling proud, suddenly she was punched.

There are still people who take advantage of the chaos to hit her, if she doesn't let this woman know how to write the word regret, she is not a fairy.

But at this time, her strength was gone, and her body, which was full of strength, suddenly became soft.

Why is this happening, An Qingge raised his head in surprise and looked at the person in front of him.

Long hair, wearing a skirt, this is a woman.

Could it be that Puhua Immortal Jun stared at herself, so that she didn't even have the ability to deal with women???

Isn't that a bit too much?

Just when An Qingge was distracted, he was hit on the waist and fell to the ground immediately.

The moment she fell to the ground, she seemed to vaguely see the Adam's apple of the woman who beat her......

Adam's apple!! Why do women have Adam's apple and why do they !!!

Then he was hit on the head and fainted.