He said silently, feeling a little depressed.

If so, no one wants to be a beggar and they will be beaten every day.

I think he is a master Mo who is talented and elegant, but unfortunately he lives so much that he is not even as good as a dog. Alas.

If it weren't forcing me, who would have thought of living such a life?

I can't have a full meal all year round.

Qin Jingcheng once again felt deeply that the ancestor of this family might not be his biological son...

"Why did you die in a bad life? You were also cursed?"

"Maybe, curse our descendants to have miserable life for generations, who knows?"

Anyway, since he was born, his family has warned him that he should practice hard and not think about anything else.

How old you can live depends on your ability.

There are so many people in his family who have passed through generations, many of them cannot live until they are adults, either starved to death or beaten to death.

He has calculated that he is twenty-eight years old this year and is not dead yet.

The main reason is that he has thick skin and thick skin. He is a beggar who plans a family plan and is beaten for a few days and can live a life of life and never die of lightning.

"How could there be a descendant of damning oneself?"

Qin Jingcheng actually wanted to say that these descendants of their family were the children whom the ancestors snatched revenge from their enemies, so they were cursed like this.

But this statement is a bit in line with his domineering presidential character, so I held it back.

Mo Dashi sighed, "Maybe he is afraid that his descendants will not practice hard, so he set up some guarantees."

"Why do you have to practice hard?"

"I don't know. I heard that the ancestors did something wrong, so that their descendants could cultivate and accumulate blessings and repay their sins."

Who knows, it's been such a long time ago.

Besides, I open my eyes every day and just run around for a meal. Who has time to think about why my ancestors have set such an ancestral teaching?

So, you must be worthy of your conscience in heaven and earth, and don’t do so many evil things, as you accidentally will harm your descendants.

His ancestors probably wouldn't have thought that he had done something wrong and would have harmed future generations.

If it weren't for that ancestral teaching, with his Mo family's achievements in metaphysics, he would have long been glorious about his ancestors and dominate the world and conquer the Silver Sect across the universe.

How can I be as cowardly as I am now, as a hungry beggar who sleeps in the open and eats in the open?

Finally, he is too difficult.

Mo Deshi glanced at the card on the desktop. It was so luxurious, but unfortunately he didn't deserve it.

He pushed the card back, "Ten dollars, thank you."

Ten dollars per box lunch is already the most money he can earn, and he will probably suffer any more.

Qin Jingcheng took back the card, "I didn't bring any cash."

"Oh, then if you have time, give me a box lunch. I just want to make money to fill my stomach. I can't make any more money."

Qin Jingcheng frowned. This person was actually quite pitiful.

It should be said that the people in this family are very pitiful. Although they are capable, they can call the wind and rain in the metaphysics world, but they can only be a beggar.

Qin Jingcheng put away his wallet and said goodbye."

"Wait." Just as he took two steps, the voice of a beggar came from behind him.

"There is something else?" Qin Jingcheng turned his head.

Mo Deshi's face turned red, but fortunately, his face was too dark to be seen by lightning.

He twisted his fingers in a squeamish way, pointed to the top of the overpass, and said embarrassedly, "Can you install a lightning rod on the overpass because I have calculated the fortunes for you for free?"

After thinking about it, I added, "It's okay to install a few more."
Chapter completed!