Conferred God: I, Who Just Wanted To Run Away, Was Overheard By The Emperor

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

"Your Highness is amazing!"

The two women's faces were flushed, and they couldn't help hugging Yin Ze and jumping up and down.

A ray of merit and virtue every ten days, absorbing the pressure of Ancestral Dragon once a day, this kind of luxurious practice, even Saint's direct disciples will be jealous when they hear it.

Surrounded by two women, Yin Ze felt the double baptism of extreme softness and hardness. His head bounced back and forth between Deng Hanhan's leather armor and the peak of good fortune, half comfortable and half painful...

"Stop!" Covering the big bags on the left side of his head, Yin Ze jumped out of "Sea of ​​Bitterness", swearing in his heart that the plan to change Deng Chanyu's clothes was on the agenda.

"Okay, both of you, be quiet and talk about business." Yin Ze looked at Shan Cai, "What did you want to say to me when you came over?"

Shan Cai slapped her smooth forehead, if it wasn't for Yin Ze's reminder, she would have almost forgotten the real purpose of coming to Yin Ze today.

Immediately, Shan Cai made Yin Ze the queen of Dinghai Wencheng, and the outside world talked about his rumors again.

Yin Ze narrowed his eyes, "There are rumors from the outside world that I am the reincarnation of a monster with the purpose of destroying Da Shang?"

"Yes, Your Highness, the nonsense outside is almost mad at me!"

"That's it."

The two women nodded angrily. Some time ago, someone said that Di Xin doted on Yin Ze and made them innocent. It was enough to make them angry. This time, it went too far and even said Yin Ze was a monster.

"Hahaha, I'll just say it, so it is, so it is!" Yin Ze laughed suddenly, no wonder his emotional value has been pumping up like ten thousand tons of gold and rubbish in the past five days. .

It turns out that someone is spreading rumors again.

"Still laughing, everyone is talking about you like that, how can you still laugh? Your Highness, aren't you ill?" Deng Chanyu quickly stretched out her little hand and touched Yin Ze's forehead. It was the first time she saw someone being wronged. happy.

"Haha, what's that, it's too late to thank them." Yin Ze continued to laugh nonchalantly.

If it wasn't for being rumored to be a monster, how could he have managed to level up the emotional value of Qiuhao's purpose in just five days?

Yin Ze's heart is as sweet as drinking honey, good guy, if he had known that he could still play like this with emotional points, why would he go to the street to be a salty fish bully?

It's still hard to go to the head of the Criminal Division to report his son's prostitutes. Why do you work so hard?

As a transmigrator, he can forget the power of public opinion, Yin Ze said that he is not worthy of being a transmigrator.

If it wasn't for the fact that he felt weird about finding someone to scold him, Yin Ze would want to spend a lot of money and hire more people to spread rumors about his own, making headlines every day, mad at Teacher Wang.

"Okay, if they want to spread rumors, let them make it. You two should not be too busy. The more you explain this kind of thing, the more chaotic it is. It's good for us to clear it up." Yin Ze felt tight against the burning of the two girls With the heart of a violent little flame, he also hopes to search for more emotional value while the rumors are thick.

But just as this thought came up, Yin Ze suddenly felt a sense of weakness in his body.

It's very weak, but it does exist, and this feeling of weakness persists, as if another invisible needle is being drawn continuously and slowly.

Yin Ze suddenly became nervous.

Be cautious, that is the instinct of salted fish.

The clairvoyance function of the Eye of Insight was activated in seconds. This time, even though Shan Cai and Deng Chanyu's delicate bodies were in front of him, he didn't even take a look.

Nothing is more important than life saving!

"This is... luck?" Yin Ze frowned, and after opening the eye of discernment, he found that there was a silk-like thread running out of the body.

The color of "silk" is bright golden yellow, which Yin Ze has seen before.

When he was assassinated that night, the human race's aura of luck was inspired by such a color.

Therefore, this thing is likely to be the fate of the human race.

but……

Why is the luck lost?

Is someone cursing me?

Yin Ze's first reaction was that someone was cursing himself, cursing this evil method, although it is not popular in Honghuang, but there are many people who know it.

The most famous of them is Lu Ya Daoist's book of seven arrows with nails, which is a strange curse that can kill even a quasi-sage.

But thinking about it, Yin Ze denied the curse again.

After all, Tai Xuan is a wonderful thing about luck, and dealing with luck is far more difficult than dealing with other things.

If someone can reduce his luck with a curse, why not just curse his life?

The difficulty of cursing fate, no matter how you think about it, is much easier than cursing to reduce luck.

"Could it be because of rumors from the outside world?" After letting the two women push down, Yin Ze carefully analyzed an answer that he thought was the closest to the truth.

Before crossing, Yin Ze was also a specialized writer of prehistoric web articles. After crossing, he specialized in research on luck. After careful consideration, he became more and more sure of the answer in his heart.

The fate of the human race originates from people and is closely related to the hundreds of millions of people in the wild.

Although ordinary people have no right to control the powerful and mysterious power of luck, when the beliefs of tens, hundreds, or even hundreds of millions of ordinary people are unified, certain changes will occur in the luck of the people.

The luck of the human race comes from people, and even the human king will lose his luck when he is spurned by his people. Yin Ze doesn't think he can be more special than the human king.

"So, the loss of luck on my body is because of rumors from the outside world, which made the people of the big merchants suspicious and malicious towards me. Oh, no wonder the loss of luck, the human race and the demon race are feuds, a monster, what is there? Qualified to enjoy the protection of the human race's luck."

Yin Ze touched his chin thoughtfully, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

As I said earlier, for a salted fish who just wants to run away, nothing is more important than a sense of security.

After an assassination incident, Yin Ze attaches great importance to the fate of the human race.

This stuff can save lives.

As soon as the fate of the human race appeared, even if the Immemorial Golden Immortal came, he would not be able to penetrate his defenses in a short time, which made him feel safe.

Cut his luck, wouldn't that kill him!

Yin Ze was in a hurry at that time, and his discerning eyes carefully observed the human race luck that was being lost from the body and the total amount of air luck contained in the body.

According to the current speed, it only takes two or three months, and the human race in his body will lose 30%!

This is under the premise that the rate of loss does not further accelerate.

But unfortunately, the rate of loss cannot be constant.

Although the speed of the increase was very small, Yin Ze still found it under the perspective of the discerning eye.

This shows that the influence of the outside rumors on him is expanding.

According to this momentum, it may take less than three months, and half of the Qi in the body will be lost!

Yin Ze's teeth are itchy with anger, it doesn't matter if he is scolded, anyway, he can get his emotional value for nothing.

But if you want to pick up emotional points for nothing, you have to pay the price of losing your luck, which is absolutely impossible!

If the dumplings are not made by my sister-in-law, the fragrance will be at least half less. Similarly, if the salted fish loses the luck of the human race, the sense of security will be reduced by more than half!

If there is no sense of security, Yin Ze feels that the good money will not be fragrant.