After bankruptcy, I relied on metaphysics to become a top wealthy family

Zidian Jie Yun struck a total of 21 times, destroying five or six top-quality artifacts.

The warlocks who were just watching the excitement were no longer calm now. They looked numbly at the broken treasures on the ground, and their teeth itched with hatred.

To survive a calamity, use five or six top-quality artifacts without blinking an eye.

What kind of wealthy behavior is this?

I'll fight with you rich people!

On the top of the mountain on this side, Bai Zhi looked at the calamity clouds that dispersed in the sky, revealing their original appearance in the night, and stood up with frowning eyebrows.

This calamity cloud almost killed her. Even with Cang Yingfeng's divine weapon protecting her body, she still suffered a lot of injuries.

Her clothes were torn to pieces and she looked very embarrassed.

Just as she staggered to her feet, a suit jacket with the scent of cold cedar wrapped her around her.

She turned around and saw Fan Qingliu running out of the formation at some point and standing beside her.

Bai Zhi frowned and said angrily: "Why did you come out?"

There is something wrong with Fan Qingliu's damn life card, and the fate of the two of them is linked. If someone wants to attack Fan Qingliu at this time, Bai Zhi will definitely not get any good results.

Bai He's Soul Transfer and Symbiosis Technique was already annoying enough, but here comes this unlucky guy again.

enemy!

Fan Qingliu's eyes were full of worry. To be honest, this was the first time he saw Bai Zhi looking so embarrassed.

Bai Zhi always looks like she is independent from the world. Her elegant white dress cannot conceal her unique cold temperament. She looks out of reach and extremely cold.

And now Bai Zhi has scars all over her body, and her face is abnormally pale.

Somehow, when Fan Qingliu saw this scene, his heart throbbed for no reason, and he felt a little painful.

He was worried, but he didn't know how to speak, so he prevaricated.

"Your clothes are like a beggar's, I'll lend you mine."

When Bai Zhi heard this, her face darkened.

"A dog's mouth cannot produce ivory."

I'm going through a tribulation. It's good that I'm not dead. What's wrong with my clothes?

Do you need to be picky here?

baffling.

Fan Qingliu choked and secretly regretted that he seemed to have said the wrong thing again.

What Xiao Zheng said about making a woman happy is really a skill. Even though he has countless assets and understands all the business logic, he still can't understand the lesson of making a woman happy.

It’s so annoying, I’ll have to learn from Xiao Zheng another day.

While thinking, he looked up and saw Bai Zhi walking behind him. There was a man in black standing there.

Fan Qingliu frowned, and that familiar feeling came again.

Obviously he had never seen the man named Cang Yingfeng, and Cang Yingfeng was still wearing a mask, but why, he always felt like he had seen him somewhere.

What an inexplicable feeling.

Although Fan Qingliu muttered in his heart, he did not forget Bai Zhi's words not to stay two meters away from her, so he raised his legs and followed her.

He stood next to Bai Zhi and heard Bai Zhi say to Cang Yingfeng, "Thank you very much."

Cang Yingfeng's eyes fell on the black coat on Bai Zhi's body. The face under the mask stiffened for a moment. His twinkling eyes were hidden in the night and no one could see him.

When he heard Bai Zhi's thanks, he just nodded lightly without saying anything.

Fan Qingliu looked at Cang Yingfeng appraisingly, and his eyes met Cang Yingfeng's. With this look, the sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger, as if there was an answer ready to come out in his mind.

But Cang Yingfeng withdrew his gaze in the next second, turned to Bai Zhi and said, "If you need anything, come to me."

After he said this, he turned around and disappeared.

Under the hazy night, there seemed to be a shiny wooden hairpin flashing past.

Bai Zhi didn't say anything, she just raised her eyes and looked in one direction, which was the direction of the Zhou family.

He has reached the first level of Jingyuan, and the revenge he deserves must be avenged.

At this time, Fan Qingliu suddenly said: "Why do you want to kill Zhou Yinhua?"

He learned about this from Yang Wuyou's blasphemous mouth, but Fan Qingliu couldn't understand why Bai Zhi and Zhou Yinhua, two people so different in age, could have any deep hatred.

When Bai Zhi heard the name, her mouth tightened and she whispered softly into the night.

"Do you know the ancestor of Moon Picking?"

Fan Qingliu was startled when he heard the words, and responded: "I heard something."

A long time ago, he followed the clues and found information about the ancestor Zhaiyue and Zhao Xuchen. However, these things were too long ago and he could not connect them with Bai Zhi.

It seemed that the past was a bit desolate. Bai Zhi shuddered slightly in the cool breeze of the night and spoke.

"Ancestor Zhaiyue has a favorite disciple who is a closed disciple. He has spent countless efforts on him and turned this closed disciple into the youngest genius in the Xuanmen world. Everyone is envious of him. And it was this genius who betrayed Master. The sect, poisoned the food of the master sect with San Yuan Powder, which caused everyone to lose their vitality, and the entire sect of one hundred and eighty people was slaughtered, and no one was spared."

"Do you think such a person should die?"

Bai Zhi did not name him, but Fan Qingliu probably guessed that this genius was Zhou Yinhua.

Is Bai Zhi complaining about the injustice to the Moon-picking Ancestor?

But what does the Moon-Zhai ancestor have to do with Bai Zhi?

Before he could figure it out, Bai Zhi waved his hand and the two of them returned to Bai's house.

But Zhou Yinhua in Bai Zhi's mouth was not relaxed at this time.

Purple Lightning Tribulation Cloud, who else in this world would cause the Purple Lightning Tribulation Cloud?

Zhou Yinhua waved his hand and said to his disciple Zhou Mingyi.

"Replace all the gates of life in the formation with gates of death."

Zhou Mingyi was shocked when he heard this: "Master!"

What's going on? Why are they all suddenly replaced by death doors? Once the death doors of the formation are opened, there will be no dead people, and it is impossible to turn back.

This is a dead end approach, so why bother?

Zhou Yinhua ignored Zhou Mingyi's doubts and just said: "Follow it."

Although Zhou Mingyi was confused, he obeyed Zhou Yinhua's words and left immediately.

The beads given by Patriarch Zhai Yue in Zhou Yinhua's hand were shining brightly. He had worn them for decades and had almost integrated into his bones and blood.

He seemed to feel something, looked up at the sky, and murmured: "Ancestor, are you back?"

......

The Bai family seemed very lively the next day. Whether it was the kitchen or the living room, the sounds of Bai He and He Yunfang chatting and laughing could always be heard.

"Yes, yes, that's the taste. The tofu must be sweet and delicious!" Bai He's little mouth was full, and his head was nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

Yang Wuyou on the side said with disdain: "If you ask me, the tofu must be salty! What is your taste, Sister Bai He?"

Bai He glared at Yang Wuyou and cursed, "You have no taste! Your whole family has no taste!"

Yang Wuyou was so angry that he stamped his feet.

He Yunfang looked at the lively scene of children bickering in front of her, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Oh, they are all delicious." She looked at Bai He fondly and whispered: "Your taste is very similar to Xiaozhi's. Everyone likes to eat salty tofu, but Xiaozhi has been fond of sweet foods since she was a child. of."

Not sure what he thought of, He Yunfang's eyes suddenly darkened.

He Yunfang thought for a while and suddenly thought that Xiaozhi's taste has changed drastically now and is completely different from before.

She raised her eyes and looked at Bai He. He had a childish expression on his charming and aggressive face, and He Yunfang was in a daze.

This Xiaozhi's new friend Bai He is very similar to the previous Xiaozhi.

She shook her head, getting rid of this somewhat inexplicable thought.

What is she thinking about? Isn't Xiaozhi right there?

He Yunfang handed a bowl of sweet tofu to Bai Zhi and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhi, Aunt Xu made your favorite sweet tofu, try it."

But Bai Zhi just frowned and pushed the bowl away: "No dogs will eat sweet tofu nao."

Bai He on the side was stunned.

No, ancestor, you are not scolding me in a roundabout way!

Bai He pouted and huffed angrily, but she didn't dare to do anything.

He Yunfang, on the other hand, froze on the spot, her eyes became darker, and she stared at Bai Zhi walking towards the backyard.