The Queen of Fortune, please enter the palace

Chapter 352 Decree to the World 8
The first day of the lunar new year also nodded, and still thanked Jin Yuan gratefully: "Miss Jin Yuan, thank you for your concern, this place is very good!"

"That's good……"

Jin Yuan nodded reassuringly.

Originally, she was worried that the whisk hanging in the house would affect them!
But speaking of Fuchen, Ming Ye smiled nonchalantly, waggled his fingers and said, "This thing can't hurt me!"

Jin Yuan asked in surprise, "Aren't you a demon?"

The corners of Ming Ye's lips curled up slightly, and he leaned against the wall and replied jokingly: "I am a monster, but I am a good monster, so of course Taishang Laojun's whisk will not harm me!"

Jin Yuan was sweating wildly, these days there are still people who claim to be demons...

This dark night is really the best among monsters!

"However, this whisk should not be wasted. Instead of putting it in this room, I think you might as well hang it at the emperor's place, little God of Wealth!"

Ming Ye added with a smile.

Startled, Jin Yuan stared closely at Ming Ye's charming eyes.

She tried to see something in his eyes, but his eyes were filled with confusion.

"Ming Ye, do you know something?"

Otherwise, why would he suddenly say that Fuchen should go to Zhuo Bingshan?

She has not discovered Zhuo Bingshan's identity so far.

Of course she didn't care what he was...

It's just that the golden light of the dust whisk is shining, and it's not just her that blesses her...

Could it be that Ming Ye predicted that something would hurt Zhuo Bingshan?
"What can I know?"

Ming Ye casually let out a low laugh, poked Jin Yuan's face with his fingers, and said with a playful smile: "Look at you, when you talk about the emperor, your whole person changes..."

Seeing Jin Yuan staring at her, Ming Ye put down her hands, turned around and took the teacup on the table, and poured herself a cup of tea leisurely.

It wasn't until the cup of tea was finished that he said quietly: "Little God of Wealth, I won't be like those hypocritical gods in the heavens, saying something that I can't understand..."

Having said that, Jin Yuan rolled his eyes at him again: "I'm also a member of the Heaven Realm, so am I also a hypocrite?"

"Little God of Wealth, you are different from them..."

Ming Ye smiled and patted her on the shoulder, put down the teacup, and sighed from the corners of his slightly hooked lips: "Zhuo Yanchong's identity is too special, in the vast world, there are too many people who want to harm him!"

(End of this chapter)