Chen Changan wore it.
In the twelfth year of the Republic of China, he became the only son of the richest man in Renjia Town. He had 84,000 yuan to his name, a grain store, a cloth store, a pawnshop, and 300 acres of land.
Before he could enjoy the decadent bourgeois life, he discovered a problem——
This is no ordinary Republic of China.
This is Uncle Jiu's Republic of China.
Mr. Ren is about to move his grave, Mr. Ren is about to turn into a zombie, and Uncle Jiu is about to fight Tiao Zheng with a peach wood sword.
But he has no power to tie a chicken, and he is not even a Taoist disciple.
Fortunately, the golden finger arrived late.
[Wanjie Lottery System] is officially launched.
One thousand oceans are drawn individually, and ten thousand oceans are drawn ten times in a row.
It's really expensive, but the stuff is really good.
If someone else draws a yellow talisman, he draws a red talisman. Others use ten-year-old peach wood swords, but he uses thirty-year-old lightning-strike wood.
While Uncle Jiu was still fighting with Hei Zheng, Chen Changan had silently pulled out a century-old lightning-strike mahogany sword.
Uncle Jiu: "Mr. Chen, did your ancestor open a museum?"
Chen Changan: "Absolutely."
Reader comments
There's a lot of repetition, and the plot doesn't change much.
There's a lot of repetition, and the plot doesn't change much.