[travel] beauty

Chapter 51 Poor

After the apocalypse, the world slowly returned to calm. The supernatural beings created by the cracks in the world would no longer be able to advance. Instead, due to the restrictions of the world rules, they would gradually lose their supernatural powers and turn into ordinary people.

When Xia Mian met Mr. Cao Fang, the other party didn't seem to recognize him, and he wasn't sure if he was the same person as the current one.

Xu Ming lived in this world for 40 years.

Without him, his soul is too strong, and it is not easy for this body that is not in harmony with his soul to last until he is 40 years old.

Xia Mian attended Yunxiu's funeral, and suddenly felt that the love and hatred of the previous life had left her.

He is only 31 years old now and has a bright future ahead of him.

Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

When Xu Ming woke up again, he felt pain all over his body, which made him want to pass out again.

He moved a little bit, blood dripping from the corner of his lips.

Cao Fang is slowly guiding the spiritual energy between heaven and earth to repair his body.

The original owner of this body is dead, died of torture.

Abolish the dantian, dissipate the cultivation base, dig out the spiritual roots, break the meridians of the whole body, and let all kinds of beasts repeatedly jianyin.

What a hatred.

Cao Fang's always smiling eyes were also stained with coldness.

Although it was the original owner who was treated like this, it is Xu Ming who is using this body now. Such vicious thoughts are simply unforgivable.

"Warrant to enter the city." The sergeant guarding the city said expressionlessly.

Cao Fang silently handed over a piece of paper.

The sergeant took one look and let them into the city.

Xu Ming couldn't help laughing.Cao Fang doesn't have any warrants, it's just a cover-up.

The original owner's appearance was unsurpassed, and when Xu Ming smiled, it was like thousands of flowers blooming, so beautiful.

Looking around, he gasped.

Cao Fang glanced around and held the long sword backhand.

All pretending to be doing their own thing.

Cao Fang put down her sword silently, saw a bamboo hat seller not far away, and was about to go up to buy one, but found that they had no money.

Cao Fang could only give up.

As for touching the wallets of pedestrians or robbing the rich and giving to the poor, he didn't even think about it.

It's not because he has a high moral bottom line, but because he doesn't care about it.

His identity determines his thinking.

He came from a family, was born a prince, was born a proud son of heaven, and he didn't think about money at all.

This is the first time for Cao Fang to experience such poverty.