Tick.

Insufficient balance!

A prompt box flashes on the screen.

"Well? This year's credit limit has been spent? The amount of one million crystal coins per year?" Wu Shijie's face turned red and his lips trembled, as if he had fallen into the dark abyss of dark ice!

One year!

He has to wait for a year!

"Damn it! Damn it! Qingmei who deserves to be killed, you give me the crystal coins back! Return them to me!" Wu Shijie grabbed the messy black hair in pain and threw the screen aside.

He tried to pick up the crystal screen and send his thoughts.

But.

When he watched the words and sentences on the screen, those words of praise or flattery and awe were immediately struck by lightning and unable to move.

That's exactly what he expected.

"Gudong."

He swallowed, falling into trouble and entanglement. He didn't want to lose the amount of money spent in a year, but he didn't want to ask for it. That would be too shameful.

He is the rich young master Wu, a powerful man who is about to rule the world!

"Ph! Ph!"

He spat two spits into the screen, his chest was filled with emotion, and he murmured: "Wait for another year! Just have a deep sleep, which saves you food, but it's too troublesome to go out to work."

Note.

The extraordinary practitioners sleep for several years and are ordinary.

However, during the sleeping period, you will not be able to absorb cosmic particles and your cultivation will not be able to improve in a short time. Therefore, sleeping means a waste of practice time! A waste of life and life!

"hey-hey."

Wu Shijie sneered and pierced his head on the bed. The weak star power in his body was like a whirlpool that had accumulated and brewed, and it was very slow.

After a moment.

"Sleep today."

"After a year, it will be the time when my rich young Master Wu becomes famous in the world!" Wu Shijie's mouth outlined a strange and confusing smile, and he started to sleep with satisfaction.

He was waiting.

After waiting for a year, when you open your eyes again, the world will tremble because of him!

Huh.

Huh.

Wu Shijie's slight breathing sounded across the room.

Within the overlapping space.

Fang Cheng frowned.

Just now when Wu Shijie rewarded millions of crystal coins, Fang Cheng clearly found a trace of hazy and vague trajectory, which emerged from his soul and stretched far away.

"What kind of thinking is this? I can't figure out my own practice system?"

Fang Cheng took a deep breath and stared at Wu Shijie speechlessly: "The annual expenditure amount of one million yuan is spent all at once."

"What a pity."

"It was a good opportunity just now."

The hazy and thin lines came very abruptly and dissipated very strangely.

In just one moment, Fang Cheng had no time to pursue and search, and the hazy thin line had disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes and thought secretly.

"You can't wait until a year later."

"Not mentioning the time of hundreds of priests, it is very precious. Just myself, the way of the Void Monarch remains to be considered, so how can I delay it at will."

Besides.

The thin line contains deep varnishes and hidden indescribable horror, as if it originated from a hell of the infinite! Fang Cheng could almost assert that the hazy thin line was definitely related to the prison clan!

maybe--

These so-called practice systems are other things created by the hidden prison tribe for some purpose!

"Since that's the case-"

Fang Cheng stroked his cheeks, his eyes falling to the anchor who was about tens of thousands of miles away, and a chuckled appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!