"Heavenly Breeding!"

Zhan Yunyun put away her gritted teeth, with tears in her eyes, her bitten lips were stained with blood, she looked at Zheng Tianyang sadly, and said, "My son is dead."

Zheng Tianyang was unmoved, and looked at her calmly.

Zhan Yunyun moved to his side with her eyes, took a bottle of Taliskar 44-year-old whiskey and poured it for Zheng Tianyang, and said in a trembling voice:

"God, our son is dead."

Zheng Tianyang took a sip of the wine glass, people are like wine, deep and elegant, still silent.

Zhan Feifei's sorrow, her sorrow, and even her tears, finally revealed hatred, and finally said:

"Heavenly Husband, your son is dead."

"Won't you say a word?"

Zheng Tianyang finally spoke, and said slowly, "I know."

The very flat tone, the indifferent gaze, and the invisible pressure came out of the body, but Zhan Feifei's accusations couldn't be spoken.

She suddenly remembered that the man in front of her was Zheng Tianyang!

——Born and raised, Zheng Tianyang!

When a teenager drops out of school and works as a child for half a year, he can gather a few brothers and gain a foothold in the night market, starting from setting up a stall.

The first stall in the magic capital to sell bedside micro fans, dug up the first pot of gold,

Since it was out of control, with both vicious vision and ruthless means,

There is a big umbrella to protect it, and there is a little brother Jing Cong,

Deeply cultivating real estate, spanning multiple fields, hoarding plots, and borrowing across bridges are just common.

According to current words, Gao Qiqiang is the ultimate bankrupt version of his Zheng Tianyang.

After the age of 40, he is like a tycoon.

In his early years, he didn't believe in fate, and a sentence that often hung on his lips was:

"Born and raised, self-reliant and self-reliant."

"God can't rely on it, but you can still rely on yourself."

It wasn't until he was middle-aged that Zheng Tianyang regretted that he couldn't give birth to a son on his own.

His only son was born by the insistence of Zhan Feifei, the queen of the night scene.

Zheng Tianyang began to believe in his fate and began to communicate with people in the Xuanmen like the Dragon King.

Now, the son is dead.

Zheng Tianyang was silent for a while, poured himself a glass of wine, and said, "Feifei, do you know why I have only drunk Talisker for 44 years in recent years?"

Zhan Feifei shook her head.

She really didn't know.

Tens of thousands of yuan of wine, 10 times more expensive than this, 100 times more expensive, Zheng Tianyang is not unaffordable.

Any day before today, Zheng Tianyang is willing to sit down and talk to her, even if it is just about wine, she is willing to put everything away, listen obediently like a little fan girl twenty or thirty years ago, and remember.

But today, Zhan Feifei didn't want to hear this.

Without waiting for her to interrupt, Zheng Tianyang continued:

"It's smoky, it's not greasy, it's deep and hidden, like a man whose edges and corners have been smoothed by time."

"Zhan Feifei!"

"I know what you're trying to say, and I know what kind of woman you are, so put that on top."

"I'm here to discuss my son's future."

"You are here, because you are the mother of your son, and you should listen."

After Zheng Tianyang finished speaking, he drank the wine in the cup, and with a "snap" sound, he turned the wine glass upside down.

Whether it's people or wine, he doesn't want to look at it anymore, and he doesn't want to say it anymore.

The grievances, sadness, and even the tears in Zhan Feifei's face gradually put away, and she just looked at Zheng Tianyang coldly.

At this time, she is the Zhan Feifei who can walk step by step from a little girl who accompanies wine to the queen of the night show.

"Old Dragon, what's wrong?"

Zheng Tianyang looked at the white-haired old man in a linen robe, with old cloth shoes on his feet, and had been rolling up his sleeves and fiddling with a few copper coins, "My son's funeral, should I hand it over to that Demon Capital Liuli?"

"What she said was troublesome to people and things, and calamities were rampant, and even to the underground,

Is it a lie, or is it true?

Things?"

Zheng Tianyang didn't mention the "Bloody Light Disaster", this is something that has been verified.

He didn't think about Liu Li just wanting to slaughter a fat sheep at all.

From beginning to end, all I considered was whether Liu Li was intimidating to protect herself, or whether her real son Zheng Zhe would be restless underground.

The Dragon Lord raised his head, brushed the copper coins on the table, shook his head and sighed, "Plausible, I can't see clearly."

"But the magic weapon is not in your hands?"

Zheng Tianyang glanced at the five copper coins on the table that were messed up, "You are the Five Emperor Coins."

The Dragon King solemnly corrected: "It's the Little Five Emperor Qian."

He stretched out his hand and wiped it, and the five copper coins were smoothly arranged in a line, arranged in order according to the year names above, which were Shunzhi Tongbao, Kangxi Tongbao, Yongzheng Tongbao, Qianlong Tongbao, and Jiaqing Tongbao.

He roughly explained: "According to the Xuanmen, the fortune of the prosperous dynasty was condensed on it, and it was widely spread and used by many people, and the blessing of the people's will power became a folk magic weapon."

"It's a pity ......"

The Dragon Lord shook his head, and before he could speak, he saw Zheng Tianyang take out a quaint, palm-thick ancient silver box from his arms, press it on the table and slowly push it towards him, and said:

"It's a pity that it's the little five emperor money?"

"And what if you put this on?"

After Zheng Tianyang pushed the ancient silver box in front of the Dragon King, he knocked on the silver box with his fingers, and said with a shrunken hand: "Old Dragon, give me a definite answer, or, help *** take care of my son's funeral, this is a thank you gift."

"It's ......"

After tasting Zheng Tianyang's words, the Dragon King vaguely guessed what was in the ancient silver box, and opened the box eagerly.

In an ancient silver box,

Five bronze coins of different sizes, lined up.

It is the outer circle and the inner square, symbolizing the round sky and the earth.

The dragon lord had to move, stretched out his hand to wipe it on the five bronze coins, and said in a trembling voice:

"Qin half two coins, Han five baht coins, Kaiyuan Tongbao, Song Yuan Tongbao, Yongle Tongbao."

"This is the Great Five Emperor Money!"

"Or rather, the real Five Emperor Money!"

When the Dragon Lord stretched out his hand to wipe the Five Emperor Money, he didn't see how he moved, and the Five Emperor Coins disappeared in the ancient silver box.

He turned his palm again, and the five emperor coins loomed between his fingers, like a living thing.

Zhan Feifei was already impatient, and she wanted to leave in a negative mood several times, after all, she was concerned about her son's death, and she knew that the Dragon King had a reputation among the rich people in the magic capital, so she reluctantly pressed it.

Now I see two people who are a hundred years old, solemnly doing things for a few copper coins, and I am more and more dissatisfied.

However, when her eyes were involuntarily attracted and focused on the Five Emperor Coins flipped in the palm of the Dragon King's fingers, she saw how extraordinary these five bronze coins were.

These five bronze coins do not have the common appearance of bronze rust stains, but the color is bronze, and the paste is mellow.

"Smack!"

The Dragon Lord clasped his hands together, put the Five Emperor Coins in his palms, let out a long breath, and smiled:

"Sure enough, it is the five emperor coins that have been handed down from generation to generation, and after being sacrificed and worshiped by the predecessors day and night, it is really the top grade in the folk magic vessels."

"Mr. Zheng, where did you get this treasure?"

The Dragon King couldn't put it down and stroked the Five Emperors' Qian and looked up at Zheng Tianyang.

"A Republic of China Yizhuang."

Zheng Tianyang said decisively: "Give me the answer, the Five Emperors Money is yours."

He didn't mention how much effort he spent in order to get this set of Five Emperor Money, how much money he spent, and his words were like knives, pointing directly at the target.

"Let me try."

The Dragon Lord rolled up his sleeves, revealing his thin right arm, took a deep breath, stretched out his palm and pressed it on the Five Emperors' coins......

"Ding!"

Liu Li is a spirit, as if someone was pouring a basin of ice water on his head, from the heavenly spirit cover to the nail cover.

Sleepiness is like a tide, but it is a low tide. No, that's not right! The system's prompt is wrong. Very eager!

Liu

Glass instantly became energetic, as sharp as finding out that her boyfriend had cheated.

Oh, she doesn't have a boyfriend yet, so that's fine.

With a bit of gossip and curiosity about the system, Liu Li opened the system panel.

Sure enough, I saw lines of words, flowing down at a speed ten times faster than usual.

[Temporary Mission: Emergency Recovery!] (Mandatory pick-up)]

【Task Description:

A hundred years ago, a magic weapon produced by the system accidentally ended up in the world;

One hundred years later, the artifact is alive, and as the host, it is obligated to recover or destroy it.

Note: What I give you is yours; I won't give it to you, you can't rob it! 】

[Objective: Recover or destroy the folk ritual artifact - Five Emperor Coins]

[Task reward: Five emperor coins and one random draw.]

Note: If the recovery is successful, the Five Emperor Coins will be in the hands of the host. 】

Liu Li looked up and down three times, and was not very interested in what folk magic weapons, what Five Emperor Money, or even random selection, and the focus was not on those at all.

Her eyes widened, and she said in disbelief, "System, you come out, you actually have another host?!"

System:......

Liu Li actually just snorted, and didn't expect the system to respond.

She was just trying to get closer to the secrecy of the funeral anchor system, and she was so excited that she was smiling.

Unexpectedly, the system panel blurred, and a few new lines of handwriting appeared:

[List of hosts dating back 500 years:

1, Modu Liuli (current host, contemporary) - I am in a building in Modu, and then go up to the next floor, and I can pick the stars with my hands.

2, the nine-stream idler (the previous host, the Republic of China) - Yizhuang is the dojo, and I use the side door to witness the avenue.

3. The Fifth Heavenly Master (the last host, the end of the Ming Dynasty) - The world only knows the four great heavenly masters, guarding the world, but when they don't know the end of the law, I am the fifth heavenly master, and I am the first generation. 】

"it!"

"! it! it!"

Liu Li only hated himself for being uneducated, and went to the world with a "".

Going back five hundred years, plus she is the host, the first two are full of pressure, and then look at herself, Liu Li only feels sorry, embarrassed to drag her peers back.

Even in the face of the system, she was not embarrassed to show a faint sense of security.

There is only one host in an era.

This is her time.

There are no other cats in the system.

"It seems that the Five Emperors of the Folk Magic Weapon was lost by the ninth-rate idler."

"Cut, also" Yizhuang is the dojo, I use the side door to prove the avenue", said that it is awesome boom, and it is soso to do it, and the things produced by the system can also be lost."

"But then again, you open a righteous village, and I open a funeral shop, barely half of my peers."

After Liu Li buried his peers and vividly embodied the point of "peers are enemies", he left this temporary task behind.

God knows what five emperor money is in which corner,

Where is she looking?

Besides,

The sin created by the predecessor, why should she, the current one, take the blame?

No way!

Anyway, it's just "forced pick-up", and there is no penalty for failure.

Liu Li hugged that if he could pick it up when he went out, he would bend down reluctantly,

otherwise

asked her to work hard, work hard, go through twists and turns, and persevere......

"Heheda~"

Liu Li looked at the sky, touched her belly, and only felt that she was hungry, but it was more important to eat......