Liu Haoran doesn't have so many sad feelings, he only knows that if he doesn't work for a day, he won't have any money.

After not being admitted to university, I came out to work for so long, and the naïve fantasy of being a student completely disappeared, I used to think that the world is full of opportunities now, and making money is also a matter of minutes, but later I found out that this is also a need for talent, and tens of millions of young people with lofty ideals have been drowned, but 99% of them have been drowned by the tide of the times.

Originally, Liu Haoran, who was only thinking of using yin-yang techniques to fight Qiu Feng and pretending to be forced, now realized that he was on Qingyangzi's thief ship.

Murong Xue, Huang Longxing, Wang Daoqian, Han Wenlong, Zhang Qinglian, Wu Changqing, these people don't seem to be as simple as he thinks. The first two are ghost kings and ghosts, and the last four are scary old men with a high status in the New Provincial Feng Shui Association, and Wang Daoqian is still a member of the National Feng Shui Association. If these people look at them individually, they won't find anything, but if you connect all of them with everything that happened in the past two days, you will find that there seems to be some kind of connection between the black evil in the hospital, the feng shui bureau of Lu Shiyu's family, the ghost monarch Murong Xue and Huang Longxing, who has already made a move.

It's just that he hasn't discovered the inevitable connection for the time being, but he always feels that things are not so simple.

Ziwei Emperor's life, this kind of numerology will affect the fate of many people, after discovering this, it seems to understand a little why he met Lu Shiyu in the hospital. Originally, I didn't understand that a rich lady like Lu Shiyu who had no worries about food and clothing went to the hospital to work as a nurse, but now I understand.

Lu Shiyu is the life of the peach blossom, he is the life of the Ziwei Emperor, God knows what will happen when these two fates collide together. The peach blossom life must rely on people with great luck to survive, otherwise this life can only be bumpy and displaced. Imagine how women like Bao Daji and Yang Guifei can spend their lives in peace, their numerology and charming faces have long been doomed, and they cannot be stable. Peach blossom life, only people with great luck can be calm.

Liu Haoran flashed all kinds of thoughts in his mind, shook his head and shook these messy thoughts out of his head, involuntarily smiled bitterly, and muttered in a low voice: "My mother is a famous farmer, I just want to earn two dollars to go home and build a few tiled houses, and I am marrying a wife who can still see the big milk and big shares, but who would have thought that such a fucking thing would happen." ”

Murong Xue, who was driving the car and sneaking a glance at Liu Haoran from time to time, occasionally flashed a strange light in her eyes, with a hint of excitement that only a little girl in Huaichun had. I don't know what this female ghost is thinking.

The car kept moving forward, crossing several streets. Slowly, all the high-rise buildings on both sides disappeared, and the atmosphere also brought a touch of desolation and coldness.

In front of him was a vast white mist, and no one could be seen two or three steps away.

"Heavenly Master, they're inside." Xia Li's right hand trembled and pointed to the dense fog in front of him, with a hint of instinctive horror in his eyes.

Liu Haoran took a long breath, put on his robe, got ready, turned his head and glanced at Murong Xue with slanted eyes: "We all let go of grievances and cooperate temporarily." It won't do you any good if I'm dead. ”

Murong Xue looked at Liu Haoran, who was pale and covered in cold sweat, she suddenly found that this guy was so timid, she seemed to understand a little why Liu Haoran drove her away.

However, isn't it a great courage for a timid person to put himself in a dangerous death situation for the sake of his friends?

"Okay." She smiled faintly as if she had discovered a new continent.

But it made Liu Haoran feel a little creepy. He always felt that Murong Xue wanted to harm himself, because he deeply understood that love at first sight or worship could not happen to a poor boy like him, and he understood even more the truth that the husband was innocent and guilty. It's like Wangcai in the village who finds a bone and will be chased and killed by other dogs. He would rather believe that the sow will go up the tree than that Murong Xue will have a good impression of him.

He's just a small peasant, but he's shrewd.

However, this shrewdness does not know whether it is a distorted self-esteem mentality after extreme inferiority, or a disdain for so-called love after being too shrewd.

But in any case, it can be considered a kind of sadness. The inferiority complex that has been passed down from generation to generation and is deeply engraved in the genes makes him not exempt from vulgarity. He knows that for a poor boy like him, the unattainable thing of love will never happen to him, and even the stupid Sun Xiaoer in the village knows that marrying a daughter-in-law is to give birth to a baby, as for love or not, where do the people in the village know how to write those two words.

"Lead the way." Liu Haoran kicked Xia Li's buttocks, he was a little resentful of why Xia Li came to him, but thinking that Wang Daoqian and they were now half of his apprentices, this resentment disappeared without a trace.

At the end of the day, he's just a small farmer. Even after finishing high school, he was still a small farmer.

"Yes, yes." Xia Li naturally didn't dare to resist, although he turned into a ghost, but thinking of that person's terrifying methods, he was still a little scared after walking into the thick fog.

The wind is miserable, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and the night kills.

This is the only word Liu Haoran can think of, his literary level has always been bad, and these two sentences are still from the novel.

Liu Haoran held the Seven-Star Sword in his right hand and a shattering talisman in his left hand, ready to resist desperately at any time. Even if it's death, you can't die in a nest, no.

"Huang Longxing, I, Liu Haoran, are here, hand over Wang Daoqian and them."

Liu Haoran roared loudly, when he walked into this enchantment, he knew that Huang Longxing already knew that he was coming, so there was no need to hide himself, it was better to make a deal with the other party generously.

"You're the one who ordered Emperor Ziwei?" A faint voice came from the thick fog, resounding from all directions. "It's quite righteous."

As the sound appeared, the fog faded. A man shrouded in black robes appeared in mid-air.

"What about Wang Dao and them?" Liu Haoran's calf and stomach turned twice for no reason, and he asked hard, secretly scolding in his heart.

"As long as you promise to give your life to this seat, this seat will naturally let your friend go." Huang Longxing waved his hand, and the thick mist suddenly dissipated, and Wang Daoqian, Wu Changqing and others were all hung on a few trees not far away.

"Okay, I promise you, let them go." Liu Haoran felt that his image was suddenly a lot taller, which reminded him of Qiao Feng in "Dragon Babu".

Grandpa's, he should be regarded as a generation of heroes, Qiao Feng has never fought with ghosts.

"Not busy." Huang Longxing said slowly, "Give me your life first." ”

Liu Haoran's heart suddenly tightened, and he felt bad.