Yun Qiuce helplessly covered his face, "You should earn tomorrow's meal money first, your pockets are cleaner than your face."
Then he leaned close to Qi and whispered, "Are you sure this guy's mind is okay? Is he addicted to historical fantasy?"
Yun Qi shook his head, "His mind is indeed fine, he likes historical fantasy, but the reason he's so obsessed is because he's suffered a major blow in reality, with unsatisfactory studies and work, leading him to escape reality. He pins his hopes on ancient times, thinking that although he can't accomplish much in modern times, he could rise to power in ancient times by relying on the history books he's read. To put it bluntly, he's been poisoned by time travel novels."
"But you also said that he has a bloody disaster in his fate."
"He indeed has a bloody disaster; someone intends to kill him."
After Yun Qi finished speaking, her eyes darted around, and she suddenly smiled brightly, saying aloud:
