Unscrupulous relatives swindled their property, and the unlucky Ji Changxia met a ghost on the first day he resigned and returned to his hometown.
The handsome man with long hair stood on the ice, banging the ice, and took away half a bowl of scallion noodles.
"Girl, can you exchange the gold for some more hot noodles? If it's not enough, I can exchange it for the fragrant prescriptions from the palace..."
It turns out that he is not a male ghost, but an ancient war god who traveled through Luban Suo?
Year of famine?
Our family has enough food!
Get rid of traitors?
Open the live broadcast room, and netizens are recruiting a lot of people!
As long as the money is available, we will help you ascend to the throne!
Ji Changxia was moved to count the money, and a pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist.
"Miss Ji, when will you give me a title?"
