After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess: 125 The more luck you get, the worse it will be [2 updates]

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The tone of voice was neither high nor low, and there was no emotional fluctuation at all.

The feeling of oppression is extremely strong.

Almost all of the young man's cold hair stood on his head, and he could already feel the slightest chill coming from his neck.

He couldn't turn his head, but he could still see it from the corner of his eye.

It's just a fan handle.

But how could a fan block him?

The most important thing is that he didn't hear any breathing at all!

A robot? !

Yu Xiheng’s eyebrows were cold.

His hand is still holding the fan handle upside down, his fingers are slender and his fingertips are white.

But suddenly the wrist bones moved, the fan handle moved down, and hit the young man on the shoulder at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

The young man was so frightened that he lost his voice. His whole body froze and his brain completely stopped functioning.

Because he found that he could not move at all.

Acupuncture hand!

How could this kind of kung fu, which was only available in the Great Xia Dynasty, appear here? !

A martial arts drama? !

The lights suddenly turned on, and Yu Xiheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

In less than half a second, he sat back in the wheelchair.

The fan handle tapped lightly on the palm, as if nothing had happened.

"Bang!"

Feng San ran down from upstairs and pressed the young man to the ground: "Say! Who sent you here?"

After he noticed someone entering the courtyard of the villa, he came out of the bedroom immediately, hoping to defeat the enemy.

But who would have thought that his ninth brother would actually be one step ahead of him.

Feng San was shocked and confused.

Could it be that his ninth brother has been in the living room and not gone up?

Si Fuqing also came down.

She first glanced at Yu Xiheng, who was sitting in the wheelchair, and then looked at the young man Feng San was holding down.

"Hey, no." Si Fuqing was a little disappointed, "I've been waiting for so long and a little guy showed up?"

She deliberately exposed her aura when breaking the formation.

In this way, the head-dropping master will definitely trace her location after getting furious.

She can just sit back and wait.

The only one who was completely unaware was Feng San. He was confused: "So, so this person is here to assassinate you, Miss Si?!"

Since when did Miss Si and Brother Ninth receive the same treatment?

Both two people are being hunted. How many international people will be mobilized?

"Yes." Si Fuqing touched his chin, "That's why I don't want to stay tonight, but I don't want to make the boss sad. I also asked you to go to bed early so that I can take action."

"Not bad Sansan, you are faster than me, you deserve encouragement!"

Feng San: ""

He glanced at Yu Xiheng subconsciously, feeling very ashamed.

As a secret guard, Brother Jiu ended up taking action on his own. He might as well have died.

With a clear "ding" sound, Yu Xiheng placed the fan on the coffee table.

But in the ears of the young killer, it was like a demonic voice filling his ears. His body trembled like chaff: "Spare my life! Spare my life! I am following the orders of others."

How can there be anyone with skills in a place like Lincheng?

"Look." Yu Xiheng's fingers were lightly clasped into a ring, and his tone was neither slow nor urgent, "How to deal with it?"

"It's fine if you want to kill me, but you can't kill the people around me." Si Fuqing squatted down and said, "I'm developing a new medicine recently, let me give it to you to try."

Before the young man could say the word "no", a cold, strawberry-flavored pill was stuffed into his throat.

Almost instantly, he felt wind-like pain in his limbs.

Not only that, there was a burning sensation in my stomach, and my internal organs were all mixed together.

"Isn't it delicious?" Si Fuqing opened his medicine box, "Look, it's chocolate flavored and has matcha flavor."

Feng San took a step back in awe.

Miss Si is very good at pharmaceuticals and can make various flavors. How can she be a killer in the kitchen?

"I really just accepted the mission!" The young man began to beg for mercy frantically, "I don't have any grudges against you personally! Miss, you have a lot of money, please let me go!"

Feng San grabbed the young man's collar and forced him to raise his head: "Brother Ninth."

"There is an organization." Yu Xiheng nodded lightly, "Then we will deal with the consequences of your organization's betrayal."

The young man's eyes suddenly widened: "You!"

His mouth was directly wrapped with tape by Feng San, and then he was dragged down.

Yu Xiheng turned around and saw Si Fuqing still looking at the fan.

He held his head, his eyes a little more meaningful: "Want to play?"

Si Fuqing raised his head, his fox eyes bright: "Is that okay?"

"Yeah." Yu Xiheng's voice was warm and cool, "It's not something important."

Si Fuqing then picked up the fan and looked at it completely.

It was only this time that she saw the whole fan clearly.

When combined, the fan handle is sharp and the fan bone is as hard as a sword, but not as heavy as a sword.

When opened, the fan looks like a scimitar, and when it spins out, it can cut through marble.

Even, there are twelve golden needles hidden in this fan bone.

There is a mechanism on the fan handle that can be pressed.

With this press, twelve golden needles will fire out simultaneously, and even if there are many people surrounding you, you will still be able to survive.

The Mohist hidden weapon is the best in the world.

This is never a boast.

But they are both weapons, and they actually have the same principles as the anti-gravity armor she made.

Si Fuqing turned the fan in her hand and put it down. Then her eyes fell on the seemingly ordinary wheelchair under Yu Xiheng.

She bent down slightly and reached out to touch the wheel.

On the way, the man's cold fingers clasped his wrist, and he heard a soft sigh from above his head: "Don't move here, I'll be careful not to hurt you."

It was this sentence that made Si Fuqing confirm that this wheelchair was definitely a hidden weapon from top to bottom.

She took a step back and praised sincerely: "Boss, you are so awesome."

For the Mo family to be able to create such a bone fan and this unique wheelchair, if Yu Xiheng was only the ninth son of the Yu family, he would probably be very unqualified.

"I hear you say that every day, and my ears are already numb." Yu Xiheng leaned on the wheelchair, "Any new words?"

"This time is different."

"What's different."

Si Fuqing was very serious: "This time I am more sincere."

When I came back, I heard this sentence from Feng San: ""

"More sincere." Yu Xiheng sat upright and just looked at her, "So you were not sincere before?"

"Of course I am sincere, one part sincere and two parts sincere." Si Fuqing coughed twice, "How can sincerity be given so easily, don't you think so, boss?"

"Yes." Yu Xiheng paused, "My biological siblings can also kill for power."

He will inevitably recall what happened in his previous life.

He was indeed not favored by the late emperor and did not even have the right to inherit. He was sent to the Buddhist Temple and was not allowed to return to the palace for six years.

Until later he was forced to join the life-and-death struggle between the Sixteenth Son and his son.

There is only one winner.

If you lose, it means death or imprisonment.

He can only win.

"Big and wealthy families seem to be like this, boss, don't be too sad." Si Fuqing thought that he was talking about the Yu family and comforted him, "The brothers and sisters I know are all very good to me. I will introduce them to you in the future. Get to know me!"

Different from the reaction Si Fuqing expected, after hearing these words, Yu Xiheng actually laughed slightly: "You have such a lovable temperament, how could anyone treat you badly?"

There is no elder who will not pamper you.

Si Fuqing: ""

Her ears felt hot for the first time and she turned around quickly: "I'm going upstairs first. I have to go to work at eight o'clock tomorrow! Boss, please stop being busy and go to bed."

Feng San looked dumb and stuttered: "Nine, Brother Nine, are you embarrassing Miss Si by praising her?"

Yu Xiheng glanced at him.

Feng San understood and immediately left: "I'll water the flowers!"

The cold wind was blowing outside, and Feng San recalled that when he suppressed the killer, the killer was already controlled by Yu Xiheng.

He fell into silence: ""

Is this fan promised to be used only for fanning and decoration?

Feng San knew that this fan was jointly forged by several elder-level forgers of the Mo family, and the material was unparalleled in the world.

But he has been with Yu Xiheng for so many years, and he has really never seen Yu Xiheng use a fan.

Feng San thought for a moment and opened the small group.

Brother, courier boy, you made a mistake in your judgment, bitch.

Courier boy:? ? ?

Master's fan is not just for fanning. I saw other uses today.

After I sent this sentence, a group chat phone number popped up.

Feng didn't answer the three calls, and he was very happy to see the people in the group jumping and scolding him again.

As expected, only by following Miss Si can you see these guys jumping up and down but unable to kill him.

It's so cool.

**

The next day, a new week arrives.

The economic pages of Lincheng newspapers and major news websites have reported that the Pei Group's capital chain is broken and it is expected to be completely bankrupt within this week.

Netizens who watched Xingting Law Firm’s Weibo post were completely convinced.

Absolutely, Si Fuqing opened her mouth and said whatever she wanted.

Why don’t you pay your respects? Don’t you want to pay your respects? I went to worship!

Wait a minute, brother, add me.

Si Fuqing also fell into silence as she watched the comments on her Weibo about "Koi Koi".

She quickly read through the fans' private messages, replied to a few comments, and then exited.

The computer interface has returned to the eastern continent of Oracle.

On the screen, the silver-masked swordsman had the words "180" full level shining in gold on his head.

Si Fuqing was satisfied.

Very good, she is waiting for the white-clothed violinist who killed her to come online, and she must kill him ten levels in a row!

Ji Xingzhi’s assassin character was spinning next to her.

nine: I forgot to ask, my luck has been robbed. It can’t be the same for everyone, right?

Ji: Of course, the more your luck is taken away from you, the harder it will be to take it back, because it proves that this person is highly compatible with your luck, and the longer time passes, this part of your luck will soon be completely compatible with him or her. If you melt, if you burp, this part of your luck will completely belong to others.

nine: [smile]

Ji: But the more you take, the worse it will be. Tsk tsk, I can’t wait to see the results. This level of luck transfer formation is definitely not something that an Onmyoji can handle. I have to go back and ask Ask the old man.

Ji: By the way, a new dungeon will be opened on Friday. Have you all called in? Everyone in the forum is betting on whether you can do it or not, so don’t fail.

nine: Missed? It's already troublesome enough for me to take you on my own, but why call someone else?

Ji:

Ji: As expected of you, Nine God.

In the legend of Jianghu, nine can kill his opponents beyond level 40.

Si Fuqing stood up and went to the kitchen to get some fruit and bring it to Yu Tang.

At Yutang's strong request, she is also staying in the villa courtyard today.

In the bedroom next door.

Yu Tang lay on the table and began to bang his forehead on the table with a depressed expression: "I'm so angry. I'm so angry!"

Si Fuqing opened the door and walked in, squinting his fox eyes and looking over: "Tangtang, what are you doing? How many brain cells have you lost?"

"Swearing!" Yu Tang was very angry, "This person dislikes me, and it escalates to a gender attack!"

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu She is so useless that she can't even scold the other person.

Si Fuqing walked over and took a closer look.

Familiar Oracle interface.

Current [lemon candy with ice]: Female, right? Girl, what kind of pvp competition do you play? Can you please stop being embarrassed?

Currently [Lemon Candy with Ice]: I really annoy you women the most. Every time I clear the dungeon, it only drags me down. If there are women, I can’t pass the dungeon. Can I just surrender? What else can you girls do besides being a nanny? There is no technical operation at all, so I’m really convinced!

Current [Lemon Candy with Ice]: I'm speechless. It's so rubbish. Hurry up and open the last one. Don't waste my time.

Oracle's pvp (player versus player) system, once killed you will lose a level and equipment.

Yu Tang was killed three times and dropped three levels.

She has been practicing these three levels for a full month.

Originally, Yu Tang was an optimist, and if she lost, she would lose. These three sentences made her cry.

"Okay, you're quite arrogant. Do you look down on girls?" Si Fuqing patted the back of the chair and smiled, "Tangtang, get up."

Yu Tang was stunned for a moment, then stood up subconsciously and saw Si Fuqing sitting down in her original position.

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The two of them are quite sweet!

See you tomorrow