A master of metaphysics dressed up as the legitimate daughter of a minister whose engagement was annulled, and became successful by telling fortunes, until she stopped the Jade-faced Shura King Jing who was returning in triumph on the streets of the West Market.
The sinister man on horseback lowered his eyes.
But her eyes were bright, as if she was not looking at the horrifying living Yama, but a rare treasure created by heaven and earth.
"This noble man," her voice was clear and clear, penetrating the entire long dead street, "you are so evil... You are the 'treasure of the house' that is hard to find for a million dollars!"
The wind suddenly stopped.
Amid the sudden tightening of the knuckles of the Xuanjia guards and the horrified gasps of the people, she raised her face, smiled slyly and sincerely at the powerful God of Death, and even stretched out three fingers to shake:
"How about working part-time as a 'treasure to help the stalls'?"
"Three percent dividends!"
Later, the whole capital knew that the key to the warehouse of Prince Jing's Mansion was in Chu Banxian's hands. Not only did that man personally manage her stall, he also "controlled" himself to her.
