Honghuang: I Became the Richest Man by Reselling Holy Thrones

Traveling through the prehistoric times, he became Fuxi. Nuwa is my sister, one of the six future saints. I know that she will create people to become saints in the future, and Hongmeng Ziqi will still be the second-hand goods left after Hongyun's death. She was used as a weapon, and I had to be beaten as well. This time, before Hongjun started speaking, I went to Zixiao Palace to set up a stall. Six futons determine the holy status, Sanqing is rich, the West is poor, and Kunpeng has good face. Others go to listen to sermons, while I go to do business. Nuwa asked me: "Brother, is it reliable?" I said, "Don't worry, your brother and I were in sales in my previous life." When we arrived at the entrance of Zixiao Palace, other big shots were vying for seats. I set up a stall. "Don't miss it if you pass by. Want to know about Holy Throne Futures?" Sanqing asked: "How to sell it?" I said: "Lingbao opens the way, and the one with the highest price will get it." Quasi-question: "Can I pay on credit?" I said: "Go out and turn right. It's easy to walk without seeing you."