Douluo's opening send-off system

It has been more than a month since Li Xingyun was threatened by Zhu Youzhen with the people of Luzhou and foolishly threw himself into a trap. In order to save him, Zhang Zifan and others rushed towards Bianzhou City. Ji Ruxue and Black and White Wuchang Dealer lurked in first, preparing to cooperate inside and outside. , the empress and Jiutian Saint Ji of Huanyinfang also rushed towards Bianzhou. In order to prevent accidents, the bad guys also turned their attention to Liangzhou.

In Yunchang's hometown, the thousands of spirit warriors in the Yuling Regiment are busy, and countless surveyors are monitoring and inspecting all disturbances within a hundred miles to prevent being discovered.

After the empress finished rescuing people, Han Wuyi reluctantly let go of Wen Tao's money bag. After all, he still needed to lead Li Xingyun by the nose. No matter how reluctant he was to part with that income, he could only let it go. People.

When Wen Tao walked out of the Spirit Control Group, he cried uncomfortably. Under Han Wuyi's teachings, he had developed a strong sense of belonging to the Spirit Control Group... What a ghost!

Might as well be in Bad People!

Although Yuan Tiangang often let him rob tombs in order to maintain the operation of bad people, it was only occasionally. Unlike that bastard Han Wuyi, who wished he had to work in the tomb twelve hours a day, even Zhou Papi was not so ruthless. of!

Now he was allowed to go back. If he wasn't afraid of death, he would have liked to light up firecrackers to celebrate.

Seeing Wen Tao's running figure, Zhengxi was a little puzzled: "Young Master, we could have raised our troops long ago, why are we still dormant? And don't you look down on the mud? Why are you helping him?"

"Haha! I'm not helping him, I'm just waiting for someone."

"Waiting for someone?" Zhengxi scratched his head, but still didn't understand. Others also looked at Han Wuyi with puzzled faces.

Han Wuyi looked up at the sky: "I'm waiting for someone with the fate of Ziwei to appear!"

The emperor is not something everyone can sit on, let alone this fantasy martial arts world where destiny is said.

Without the above-mentioned destiny, who can do it?

Although the real and fake two Lis do not have the fate of Ziwei, they are also the last bloodline of Li Tang. Although Li Tang was destroyed, the remaining power still remains. Coupled with the layout of an old monster, Li Tang's final strength and national destiny are all dependent on these two. , it can still be used to suppress the national destiny.

When the next Ziwei fate appears, the two of them can be replaced. Not to mention that Li Xingyun also has the identity of a son of luck, the feasibility will be even higher!

As for how Han Wuyi knew the theory of luck - Jiuyuan: Do you think my novels over the years were all wasted?

"Jiuyuan."

"what!"

A head suddenly popped out of the void beside him. Jiuyuan looked at Han Wuyi with a candied haws in his mouth.

"What's the name of Zhao Kuangyin's grandfather? Haven't you found him yet?"

"No! I haven't even found out what his father's name is yet!"

Han Wuyi's face turned dark immediately, didn't he find out? It's been a few years.

Seeing that Han Wuyi's face was not very good, Jiuyuan hid the candied haws and asked cautiously: "Brother host, are you disappointed?"

"no!"

Jiuyuan's excited expression had just appeared, and Han Wuyi's next words made her expression freeze instantly.

"I never had any expectations, how could I be disappointed?"

"Whoa, whoa..."

Jiuyuan retracted into the system space, crying and rolling on the ground.

"Brother Badass, people in the ancient plane are not connected to the Internet, where do you want me to check! Woohoo..."

After hearing the reason that Jiuyuan had been unable to find out, Han Wuyi's expression changed again and again. In the end, he still didn't pull Jiuyuan out and give him a beating. Didn't he always know that the system was broken? Shouldn't this result have been expected?

ah~

The thought of complaining to the system seller once again arose in my mind.