"Huo Jiting, what are you doing here? Your son asked my son to come here to help. He is still alive and dead. What are you doing here? Do you want to fight with us?"
Huo Jiting frowned and her lips trembled a little. She was angry. She opened her mouth several times but no words came out. Huo Huiting was also a proud person. Even though she had been under house arrest for several years, she still couldn't. No one dared to talk to her like that.
Huo Jiting squeezed out a few words through her teeth, "Who are you?"
"Shanghai Zhang Family, Zhang Yuanmei."
"Okay, then let me ask you."
Before Huo Huiling could continue, Zhang Yuanmei interrupted her. She looked at Ji Huatang and said, "Ji family boy, leave this to me. You take my place and you continue."
"It's Mrs. Zhang." Ji Huatang responded, and immediately walked away to find someone else. He really didn't want to stay here, and it wouldn't be good to offend any grandma.
"Okay, you continue."
"Did you take some people back?"
"What's wrong?"
"There is a very important person in there, and they are very dangerous."
"What do you mean?"
"Remind my son."
Zhang Yuanmei narrowed her eyes at this time. This woman is the daughter of Mr. Huo Yingxiong's eldest son. She is his true successor and may be the one who inherits his mantle. But what is the purpose of her appearing here at this moment?
"Then you can talk to your son yourself. I just want to know that you are already back. Why are you here if you don't want to reunite mother and son, or father and daughter?"
Hearing these strange words, Huo Jiting snorted coldly and said, "Everyone is talking to each other, at least my son, I think we can still see each other, and you."
Two beautiful young women, both holding famous swords in their hands, but at this time, they started to quarrel very inappropriately.
The entire thirty-fifth floor of Yihe Building was now a mess. Gunshots rang out everywhere, and no one paid any attention to the two women quarreling like shrews. As they got closer and closer, they actually started talking in a low voice.
"Twelve years apart, long time no see."
"Stop talking nonsense, what's your situation now?"
"The situation is not good. I have been poisoned. I cannot leave here."
"Can you solve it?"
"I can't explain it. They are Western things. They think they have controlled my consciousness, but their tricks are not uncommon here."
"Is there anyone important here?"
"There is a secret room here with everyone in it, but you can't enter it in a short time, and you will have to pay a heavy price to enter. Please take the people away quickly."
"Okay, what happened to the people who were captured?"
"I'm not sure. It seems that there is an important person who happened to be captured by you. I overheard it."
"I will tell your son about you. Take care of yourself."
"Move your hands."
"good."
Two women who seemed completely incompatible actually started fighting, and neither of them seemed to hold back. Every sword strike seemed to take the other's life.
The two women, who seemed to have nothing in common, actually had a friendship. Twelve years ago, they gave birth to a boy in the same obstetrics and gynecology hospital in Shanghai. A boy named Zhang Qilu and a boy named Qin Dao.
...
There is a church not far from Zhonghuan Liyihe Building, the Cathedral of St. Philip of Hong Kong. The church was built 150 years ago. It is a Gothic-style building. The cathedral can accommodate 500 people at the same time during worship. Fifty years ago, when Xiangjiang fell, this place served as a concentration camp and a club for Japanese officers. When the Japanese were defeated, they even blew it up here to vent their anger.
As the archbishop second only to the cardinal, Adrian was several levels higher than the bishops in East Asia. When he came here, no one dared to ask anything about him.
At three o'clock in the morning, Adrian sat in the front row and looked up at the stained glass on the roof. He is not alone. There is a seven or eight-year-old child sitting next to him.
This child has slightly curly purple hair.
There were three people kneeling in front of them. The three girls were kneeling very low, as if they were bowing to the ground. This was not the kneeling ceremony of Europa, but more like a slave kneeling to his master.
The purple-haired child said impatiently, "Let's go, you can go, I can't help her."
"Sir, you are the only one who can help us here."
"Look at me now, I can't help you."
"My mother brought us here. You can definitely help our mother. After all, she can be regarded as your descendant."
"No, she is not my descendant, she is not even a vampire. You should go."
"My lord, she is. She was once your most loyal servant. Now her seal is broken. If it cannot be re-sealed before dawn, she will be wiped out."
"For her, this may not necessarily be a bad thing."
As he spoke, the child picked up a glass of blood-red liquid and took a sip.
"Karen, you can't drink here," Adrian said.
Karen Karan made a helpless expression and put down the goblet in his hand.
"The level of that forbidden technique is too high. I can't do it now. As you can see, I can only rely on an old man to protect me and listen to his words. Forgive me for being powerless."
"My child, there is actually nothing we can do about it."
"Old man, can you please stop calling me kid? I still know your ancestors twenty generations ago. Is it appropriate for you to call me kid?"
"There's nothing inappropriate. I feel very comfortable calling you my child. You can try using that child's blood. Maybe you can cure this half-baked person. There aren't many of you anyway."
Karen Karan frowned and tapped the back of his left hand rhythmically with the index finger of his right hand. The cathedral was quiet, and everyone could clearly hear the crisp tapping sound. Z.br>
"Do you have any other choices? The Capet family."
"there is none left."
"I now have two options for you to choose from. However, each has its own pros and cons. You need to think about it clearly, and you need to pay the price."
"Yes, my lord, we understand, you say."
"Both plans have a lot of uncertainties. The first one, I can give you two a place as a descendant, and then teach that person the forbidden vampire technique. Your physical fitness is very good, there should be hope. It's up to you whether you can approach the Marquis's strength and learn that forbidden technique in a few hours."
The Cape sisters looked at each other, but there was no firmness in their eyes.
"Sir, what's the other option?"
"I have a friend here who is a bit special. I can try it with her blood, but I don't know if it will succeed. If it succeeds, your mother may become a real vampire, and even Move freely under the sun. You don't have much time, so you'd better make a decision quickly."
...
Qin Dao observed some incredible things while observing the old man opposite. The old man was calm at first, but as he listened, he became less calm. His body became straighter and straighter, and his eyes gradually narrowed. Traveling through time and space is actually nothing new, and it’s not like Hollywood in the United States has never filmed such a story before. But he never thought that people could really travel through time and space through four-dimensional time and space.
The old man would interrupt from time to time and ask some questions. Some Qin Dao can answer it, and some Qin Dao cannot. For example, the production principle of the four-dimensional space, such as whether other people can enter, etc.
Although these Qin Dao were also non-committal, this made Smith more convinced of what Qin Dao said. The old man became more and more excited as he listened. He even stood up and walked around the room.
"Master Qin, please forgive me for being rude and interrupting again."
"you say."
"Can you control the time you travel? If you can, you can do a lot of things."
"This won't work for now.
Someone has told us not to think about doing things that will change history at important historical junctures, otherwise we will bear unimaginable huge consequences. The consequences are disastrous. Not only can we not do that, we must also try our best to let history go in the known direction. "
"That's such a pity." The old man was obviously a little disappointed.
"Is it a pity? I don't think how much of the history you are referring to is the historical truth. So there is still a lot of room for manipulation."
Hearing this, the old man's eyes lit up again.
"Everyone in the world thinks that Marshal Zhang died in 1938, but that's not the case. Besides, I just missed the mark at random. You also know how much power this has for the future. If, I say if, I had known you earlier and could have included you in my arrangement, then I think my current wealth would have doubled several times more. Then many of the problems would no longer be problems."
"Yes, yes. You're right." The old man punched his palms with his fists excitedly, then laughed loudly and said, "It's not in vain that I spent half my life. This answer is more interesting than I imagined." .”
Qin Dao looked at the old man opposite and frowned. He had actually considered a set of rhetoric, but this old man knew a lot about his side of the matter, and there was no way he could fool him by making up temporary words. Although Qin Dao was not as good as Zhang Qilu can see through people, but he still has the ability to recognize people. He can see the sincerity of the old man, but Qin Dao ignored one thing. Although the old man is sincere, what about the other people around him.
At this time, Qin Dao must not have imagined what his choice today would bring to the world in the future.
But sometimes it's like this. If you can't get through today, there's no future left.
At this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open, and Ah Fu walked in. Qin Dao turned around and looked at the other side of the table. The old man was no longer there.
"Master, there is someone downstairs who wants to talk to you."
"who."
"People from over there."
Qin Dao, who had been drooling all day, didn't know why his hands were itchy at this time. He touched the sword box next to him. He really hoped that the people who came would give him some surprises, like an assassination or something, so that he could enjoy himself.
But the person Ah Fu brought here made him a little disappointed. He was a Westerner with Chinese descent in his twenties. He was good-looking and tall. He was wearing a light-colored business suit. He looked like a secretary, not like a secretary. It looks very powerful.
Qin Dao didn't say anything, just looked at the other party coldly.
"Hello, Master Qin. I've known you for a long time. My name is Angela. I'm the trader on the opposite side. I want to talk to you."
