Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

Beijing.

Chongming Hall.

The tired Emperor Wu slumped and leaned on the chair, his big hands full of wrinkles and age spots were touching a Buddhist rosary.

The hall was bright and dark from time to time, and the thick lightning showed its ferocious face indiscriminately in the dark night.

slam-la-

Boom!
Accompanied by a furious thunder strike, the rosary beads in Emperor Wu's hand suddenly burst open, one after another black rosary beads were scattered all over the ground, the crackling sound was like a torrential rain hitting the red bricks and green tiles!

"emperor."

Hearing this familiar voice, the old face that hadn't changed in the slightest because of the broken rosary changed slightly, and opened the eyes that were close together, and the bloodshot eyeballs looked very scary.

"There you are, muddy."

"coming."

Wang Hunzhuo was dressed in a bright white dress, with a snow-white folding fan pinned to his waist. It was clearly called Hunzhuo, but he did not want to offend the filthy Mr. Pianpian.

"I don't know what's the important thing to call the minister here late at night?" Wang Huozhuo said softly, his attitude was calm, not respectful.

However, the two have been paired for half their lives, and Emperor Wu knew his nature very well, so naturally he would not care about it.

"Look at that day."

Emperor Wu raised his hand and pointed, the torrential rain outside the temple calmed down in an instant, revealing the thick black cloud hidden under it.

Wang Huozhuo turned around, and the hand that was shaking the folding fan gave a sudden pause, his pupils shrank sharply, but he quickly regained his composure.

Gently shaking the fold, maintaining the same speed as before, Wang Huozhuo looked around for a moment, then turned his head and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I didn't see anything."

Oh, I really know how to act.

Emperor Wu had a panoramic view of everything that happened just now, but he just closed his eyes and didn't speak when he heard the words.

Wang Hunzhuo lowered his head, but Emperor Wu didn't respond, so that was all he could do.

The eyes that did not change in the slightest kept looking at the ground calmly. After a moment of calm, there was another violent storm outside the hall.

"That kid, he's about to enter the realm of heaven and man."

After an unknown amount of time, Emperor Wu's voice finally sounded, and Wang Huozhuo lowered his arms. Before he knew it, his back was wet with cold sweat.

"How will the minister do it?"

"kill him."

Emperor Wu closed his eyes and gently rubbed his extremely tired eyeballs.

"I understand, sir."

Wang Hunzhuo turned and left.

A moment later, there was a burst of almost crazy laughter in the Chongming Hall where only Emperor Wu was left.

Wang Hunzhuo walked on the street in the pouring rain, and the rain gradually soaked his clothes.

The breeze blew by, and he, who had not used his aura, was shivering from the cold wind.

With black hair hanging wetly on his face, Wang Huozhuo turned his head to look at the towering Tianji Tower, and could only sigh leisurely in the end.

pata pata --

Under the brushing rain curtain, amidst the pouring rain, the sudden sound of footsteps was particularly ear-piercing.

Wang Muzoo narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the approaching breath, and the spiritual energy in his body suddenly began to circulate.

"Old man, are you stupid? It's raining and you're here in the rain? Come with me!"

With a short shirt covering his face, Wang Huozhuo felt it carefully. Apart from the pungent smell of sweat, there was no poison that could seal the aura of a person.

The hand was pulled to one side by this person, and the body also ran to the side.

It wasn't until he came under the eaves beside him that Wang Hunzhuo saw clearly who was pulling him.

A young man in his twenties, with a vicissitudes of face that does not belong to this age, unshaven and unkempt, wearing tattered clothes, and a broken arm.

"What are you looking at, are you stupid?"

The young man glared at Wang Huozhuo angrily, "How old are you, and you're still outside in the rain, aren't you afraid to send yourself away?"

Although the young man was full of vulgar words, Wang Huanzhuo was surprisingly lifeless.

"What's the matter, old man, are you angry with your family? You can't abuse yourself like this when you are angry. It's a rainy day, so you have to suffer."

The young man babbled on and on.

"what happened to your hand?"

Wang Huanzhuo knew that he was being regarded as an ordinary old man, but the satisfaction of the young people was obviously not very good. The curfew was enforced in the capital. With this time, how could anyone still walk on the street?
Therefore, he also saw the true identity of the young man at a glance, a fox demon.

"It was cut off by Gou Ri's Jin Yiwei." The young man waved his hand, "Damn it, I just gave that beggar two qian."

The young man started swearing.

Listening to his words, Wang Huozhuo fell silent.

"Just because you gave the beggar two coins?"

He still asked a little uncertainly.

"Yeah, don't mention it, bad luck."

Although he said it was unlucky, the young man explained it to him.

"The fucking Jin Yiwei said that since I have money to give the beggars, why don't I give him money? I don't even look at the hungry beggars, they are really a bunch of beasts."

"I don't know how long this bullshit emperor can sit?" The young man suddenly came over and whispered: "Old man, you are old and you know a lot."

"I heard a sentence from the master of the academy, saying that those who win the hearts of the people win the world. Do you think I am a citizen of the southern country?"

Wang Huozhuo nodded, "Of course."

"Born in the Southern Kingdom, raised in the Southern Kingdom, and living in the Southern Kingdom, as long as you meet one of the requirements, you can be regarded as a citizen of the Southern Kingdom."

"It's okay..."

The young man squeezed his chin thoughtfully, "Then why doesn't this dog emperor listen to the opinions of our people?"

"What's your opinion?" Wang Huozhuo asked.

"You're not a dog officer, are you?"

The young man was taken aback for a moment, and was about to tear his clothes back.

"No."

"That's good."

The young man took back his hand and sighed, "It's really hard to survive in this country."

"The water is in dire straits!"

He clapped his hands, "Yes, that's the word."

Wang Huzoo remained silent.

"Why don't you go to bed at night?"

"Find something to eat."

The young man sighed, "I couldn't fill my stomach with the money I earned during the day, and I thought about going to the river to get a fish to eat, but who knew it would suddenly rain heavily."

"Go home."

Wang Hunzhuo returned the clothes to him, and walked towards the rain curtain alone.

Light rain fell around him, but not a single drop of rain could touch his clothes.

"You are a monk?!"

The young man cried out in surprise.

"Yes."

Wang Hunzhuo casually threw the folding fan pinned around his waist to the young man, "Keep him well."

"Don't come out at night in the future, it's dangerous."

The young man was obviously taken aback when he took the folding fan, "If you don't come out, just take care of me for dinner, take care of yourself, old man."

"By the way, why are you going?"

"Kill someone."

Wang muddy said lightly.

"Are you going to kill the dog emperor? Be careful!" the young man shouted eagerly.

King of Dogs...

Wang Huanzhuo neither nodded nor shook his head, just said: "Maybe."