Xiamen, a street of Wanwan snacks.
The hawkers are yelling vigorously, the crowd is pouring in, all kinds of fried smells come together, and the air seems to become greasy.
At a seafood porridge stall, it was steaming... The rising heat gradually faded, and then dissipated, and at a window of the old building where the stall was located, a palm was suddenly pressed against the glass .
The palm seemed to be twitching, struggling, then grabbed the glass, and finally scraped the glass, sliding down a little bit... The bustling voices of people from the snack street completely covered the sound in this small house.
In the living room of the house, Gong Fanxing was bored watching something called TV.
Not long after, a man pushed the door out of the bedroom. Seeing this, Gong Fanxing quickly relaxed his extremely hot ketone body, fetched some tissues, and handed them to the man.
The man took a tissue and wiped his lips—Song Kuangyin.
Gong Fanxing glanced at the bedroom, and saw a horribly dead mummy lying on the window right now... She frowned slightly, and slapped it lightly, and the shriveled corpse instantly shattered, leaving only The next pile of gray powder.
Song Kuangyin stood with his hands behind his back near the balcony, a large amount of qi and blood entangled his body like a thick fog, and soon after, these qi and blood poured into his body one after another.
He turned around, looking a little younger.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty." Gong Fanxing said softly.
Song Kuangyin said indifferently: "Thousands of years have passed, and most of my descendants have impure blood, or even waste products. These days, a total of nine descendants with thin blood have been found, but they only provided me with a life span of less than two years. What a joy. "
Gong Fanxing said rather helplessly: "Your Majesty, Qin Chuyu kept an eye on her closely. After we left from Mount Tai, she chased after us relentlessly... It's a real shame to want to make a big move to find Your Majesty's descendants." It's a little difficult."
Song Kuangyin also knew about this situation. Whether it was him or Gong Fanxing, they had fought against Qin Chuyu several times along the way—not counting the one at Mount Tai, but in the next few times, Qin Chuyu's strength was obviously stronger than that of Qin Chuyu. Once powerful.
The most recent fight was three days ago, and Gong Fanxing even suffered a small loss.
"This Hu Meizi, I didn't expect the talent of swordsmanship to be so high."
Gong Fanxing was quite jealous, "It was the first time I fought her, and I could easily suppress her. I never thought that after she got Taibai's Qinglian Sword Song, her kung fu in the Qinglian Sword Code would improve by leaps and bounds in such a short period of time... every day Let her leave calmly every time."
"I'm afraid I won't be able to test the sword with you." Song Kuangyin snorted coldly.
Gong Fanxing said helplessly: "Zhenzhen Dao's state of mind exercises are very terrifying. One life after another, he does not follow the path of reincarnation, but forcibly stays in the mortal world to grow up, and cultivates together in many lifetimes. If the spiritual energy is fed back today, this foxy girl must have gained a lot of benefits , is the golden stage of her strength improvement, I am afraid that next time we meet, she will be even stronger. If this woman is not eliminated, I am afraid that it will spoil the great things in the future... Why didn't the lord just take away that Song Haoran? Bloodline? With this son's talent, he will definitely be able to restore His Majesty to his original state. At that time, he will naturally not be afraid of Qin Chuyu."
Song Kuangyin glanced at Gong Fanxing expressionlessly, "She is only looking for you, just to get news about Taibai from you, so what does it have to do with me?"
Gong Fanxing lowered her eyebrows and bowed her head... She is very clear that the royal family is ruthless, especially this man who can devour future generations without hesitation for the sake of longevity, is even more ruthless.
"Then Song Haoran needs him to fight for the dragon." Song Kuangyin said coldly, "As long as he fails to succeed, I won't touch him. Listen up."
"Yes." Gong Fanxing responded delicately.
Song Kuangyin said again at this time: "From now on, you will separate from me and lead that woman away. I will go to the capital of the current dynasty."
"To the capital?" Gong Fanxing frowned.
Song Kuangyin said indifferently: "These days, from the descendants of the Zhao family, there is a Zhao family in the capital who claims to be the orthodox descendant of my Zhao family. I plan to go and have a look... You lead that Qin Chuyu away , or after killing it, come to the capital to find me."
As soon as these words were finished, Song Kuangyin and Gong Fanxing's expressions froze slightly, because both of them felt the fierce sword intent at the same time, trembling in the air... This sword intent is so familiar .
Gong Fanxing's face darkened, and she nodded towards Song Kuangyin. It was too late to lament Song Kuangyin's ruthlessness in letting herself be the bait. The soul of fate was in the hands of the other party. She could only bow her head and obey if she didn't want to die.
Gong Fanxing said directly: "My lord, be careful all the way."
After saying that, Gong Fanxing went straight out the door, then climbed to the roof of the old building, and smiled coquettishly towards a certain place in the night sky, "Hu Meizi, if you have the ability, I will find a place where there is no one with my aunt, and do it well." Let's have a game!"
Gong Fanxing flew towards Haikou in an instant, and the trembling sword intent in the air chased after him without hesitation.
Song Kuangyin glanced at the snack street downstairs, and muttered to himself: "The Zhao family in the capital city, I hope you don't let me down..."
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"Huh? Are you going back now?"
Nanny Ren came back earlier than usual today—because she is the boss now, she has much more freedom than before.
"It's time to board the plane."
Nanny Ren tilted her head, then shrugged her shoulders, "It's really a fool to say that he is a fool, he has always been like this... Forget it, let's go."
After saying that, Nanny Ren took out an envelope from her handbag, "Here, boy, this is for you!"
"What is this?" Luo Qiu didn't reach out to pick it up.
Seeing Luo Qiu's disgusted look, Nanny Ren immediately frowned, rolled her eyes and slapped the envelope directly on Luo Qiu's chest, staring and said: "A supplementary card of a credit card! It's not as convenient as we are here to spend money abroad! There is no formality for foreign exchange Fee!"
Luo Qiu was slightly taken aback.
Nanny Ren entered the earnest mode, put her arm around Luo Qiu's shoulders, and said, "Let me tell you, it's not okay to go there without money. Although you said you have a scholarship, you need money for food, right? You need money for shopping. Money? You need money to go to a hotel, right? You can’t use Youye’s money, can you? You need a woman’s money to open a room in a hotel, and you’ll be struck by lightning!”
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"But use it, don't use it too hard! Pay attention to your body! But I don't mind if you bring me a big white fat man back next year, hahahaha!"
"You go to bed." Luo Qiu looked at Nanny Ren expressionlessly, then turned back to the room without saying a word.
"Do you dare to be moved?" Ren Ziling was furious.
Before opening the door, Luo Qiu heaved a sigh of relief, "If you get bored after I go out, I can ask Lizi to come and live with you, anyway there is still an empty room."
As soon as her heart warmed up, her smile became brighter.
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In front of the desk, Luo Qiu put the envelope containing the credit card into the drawer, locked it, turned on the desk lamp, took out a "A Brief History of Time" from the bookcase, and read it carefully.
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Of course, the grains in my hometown in the past can’t be found, but I can find similar high-quality flour products—white toast is very close to the taste of a certain grain in Nan Xiaonan’s impression.
She began to carefully pour some jam out of the bottle and spit on the toast.
Don’t dare to apply too much, it’s only half a scoop, and it’s that kind of small wooden spoon—Nan Xiaonan was reluctant to waste it, and after licking off the jam that stuck to the bottle cap, she quickly screwed the cap on .
Life needs a sense of ritual... also when eating.
A small piece of white toast, under the knife and fork etiquette, it took Nan Xiaonan precious fifteen minutes to finish eating.
Naturally, she didn't go to any staff dormitory, but returned to her original apartment—as for what Luo Qiu said, her affairs would continue, and she wasn't too worried.
Because she has already obtained the 'qualification', and when the world recognizes it, many spells and even means can be used without having to communicate with the current sub-world all the time—she only has two needs left now. Things to do.
The accumulation of power units continues to expand her own star creation formulas and arcane secrets at the level of world rules-because of the 'qualification', these two power modes have already occupied a part of the world's rules. Framework—equal to a company that has been officially registered, and the next step is how to fill it.
This is a long process, which is tantamount to recreating the results of these two spells in this sub-world from a poor and blank state over the tens of thousands of years in the previous sub-world.
Compared to this, the accumulation of power units is simple and convenient.
Her soul itself is quite powerful, and she can accumulate power units on her own without the need for special training postures—after she has a formal identity, the speed of this accumulation is quite gratifying.
"Already 0.075 units."
Nan Xiaonan is quite satisfied with this kind of progress - this is her day-to-day achievement - in the first two days, she devoted herself to writing the spell, so she didn't get distracted from accumulating power units.
The increase of strength units means the improvement of self-protection ability. For the unknown danger, her confidence is naturally much stronger - the most important thing is that she doesn't think that she will be so unlucky that she will be so unlucky that she will be like Luo Qiu when she meets anyone. kind of degree.
But there is nothing wrong with being careful.
After returning to the apartment, Nan Xiaonan kept her real vision on, monitoring everything around her—otherwise, she would have accumulated more power units.
Under the 'observation' of real vision, the body of the killer discovered a few days ago has disappeared. And Nan Xiaonan also paid special attention to it in the past two days, and there was no relevant report. It seems that the killer's body should be taken away by his companions.
There were no clues left in the house.
But Nan Xiaonan didn't relax, she would rather slow down the accumulation of strength units, but also ensure her own safety—thinking of safety issues, Nan Xiaonan felt rather disappointed.
How much she wanted to kill the organization with the identity of 'Nan Xiaonan' behind her back, and take action when she was living in Ren Ziling's house—in this way, she might use the will of the world, or Luo Qiu's power, to directly wipe out this organization Go, once and for all.
It's a pity that it's just an operation of 'disconnecting' and then 'continuing'.
Nan Xiaonan shook her head, stood on tiptoe, put the bottle of jam in the top cabinet, and pushed it in—when the door of the cabinet closed, Nan Xiaonan swallowed hard.
"Eat another spoonful! Another spoonful and I won't eat it!! At worst, if I eat it all, I will go to recommend the pillow seat!!"
So she opened the cupboard happily, then stood on tiptoe, reached up to dig out, "What is this?"
Nan Xiaonan froze for a moment, then glanced at the thing found on the top shelf of the cabinet...a USB flash drive.
Nan Xiaonan turned her eyes, frowned, didn't care about eating right now, walked quickly to the table, inserted the USB flash drive, and began to browse the contents of the USB flash drive.
The fluorescence of the screen flickered in her pupils.
Nan Xiaonan's expression gradually became strange.
"These things are..."
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The light reflected on the rear window of the blue President Martha's car, and the floating light flew across Song Ying's fair face.
There is a macbook-pro on her crossed legs, and she is concentrating on the content on the screen. The front seat is the driver and bodyguards, and there is an Alpha in the back of the car, which also carries several bodyguards.
"Miss, with our funds, there should be no need to seek cooperation, right?"
The person who asked the question was an assistant sitting next to Song Ying, who was temporarily dispatched from the school in the secret village of the Song family, and had just started the business of the new company—even so, the assistant saw After reading the documents, his expression was a little weird.
The registered owner of this company is not Song Ying, but Young Master Qiu—Miss Song Ying actually doesn't have any shares in the company, and only holds the CEO's salary.
This inevitably made this high-achieving student in the village school start to fantasize about the internal affairs of the Song family.
"We don't lack funds." Song Ying closed the computer, "But what we lack is time and venue. Mr. House, who is going to meet this time, has a pretty good factory in China, and the sales channels are also very complete, and We have a deep cooperative relationship with the Zhao family, one of the four major families in the capital of China. If we can use this Mr. House as a platform, then we will be able to gain a firm foothold very quickly."
"Are these the materials that Miss Zhang prepared for you?" the assistant asked curiously.
Song Ying said indifferently: "It's just mutual benefit. That Mrs. Zhang is a pivotal figure in the business circle in the south of China, especially several business leaders in this province are students of this old lady. These resources are not needed. It's useless. Besides, we also handle a lot of things for this old lady's Li family every year. This time, my Song family has the opportunity to come back and develop, and she is naturally happy to be a favor."
"This old lady is not easy to deal with." The assistant shook his head, and then said jokingly: "Miss, you didn't like dealing with these old antiques before, this time you worked so hard for Master Qiu's company, after he knows It will definitely be very touching!"
"I'm touched! I'm fine if I don't get angry! I can't find anyone these days! I just said I don't need him to care about it. This is obviously a polite way, and this dead head is really nothing! !"
"Sigh, Miss, you shouldn't have let Young Master Qiu..." the assistant sighed, "Men are big pigs."
In broad daylight, Young Master Qiu and Ms. Ying spent a long time in the car, and then Ms. Ying said about her back pain, she had already sent it back through the method of "I will tell you something, but you must not say it out". In the mysterious small village of the Song family in South America, although it cannot be said that everyone knows about it, it seems that it is not a secret.
"What?" Song Ying was taken aback.
What does big pig's hooves mean...
The car stopped suddenly at this moment, and the driver in front turned around and said, "Miss, we're here."