Zhang Yuanqing walked up to Hong Skirt, held her slender arm and pulled her aside, "Look at you, what wonderful coffee beans, washed Geisha, you prodigal woman!"
The Master of the Killing Palace held his arm, staring at him with full eyes under the mask, and said in an urgent tone:
"What information have you found out? Tell me!"
Zhang Yuanqing broke away calmly, "I'm a little thirsty. Make me a cup of coffee. Oh, by the way..."
He pinched the palace master's soft and smooth chin, "I hate pure coffee, vanilla latte, and 70% sugar."
Now it was his turn to take the initiative.
The Master of the Killing Palace gave him a fixed look, took a deep breath, calmed down, and said "hmm".
"You should answer: Yes, Master Mianshou!" Zhang Yuanqing corrected.
"Did I give you face?"
"Then shall I go?"
"Please take a seat, Mr. Mianshou."
"good!"
The vanilla latte was quickly prepared. The Master of the Killing Palace was holding the coffee, twisting his small waist and fluttering sleeves, and placed his plump and round buttocks on Zhang Yuanqing's thigh.
Having adjusted her mentality, she smiled and said, "Master Mianshou, do you want me to feed you?"
Zhang Yuanqing's expression froze slightly when he noticed a thin thread crawling out from under the red skirt and binding his calf.
This woman is so vindictive that she can't take a joke.
"Sister Palace Master, I was joking just now, let's get down to business."
He pointed to the seat opposite.
The master of the Killing Palace raised his red lips, his smile was seductive and charming, and his voice was soft and charming, like Daji who seduces the king of men, "A powerful man must learn how to hug a woman on the throne of power, and he must also learn how to taste fine wine, because They are the embodiment of power."
"Okay..." Zhang Yuanqing took a sip of the sweet coffee and did not insist on letting her go back to her seat. He went straight to the topic: "I have met Master Wuhen. He admitted his identity as the Shadow Twin and told me about that year. past events..."
Immediately, he relayed to her in detail what the master had told her.
The Mistress of the Killing Palace wore a mask and could not see her expression, but her eyes were sometimes sharp and sometimes pensive. When she heard that all the four Xiaoyao sons had left clones, her eyes bloomed with an indescribable look, flashing with ecstasy and excitement.
After Zhang Yuanqing finished speaking, the Master of the Killing Palace slowly calmed down and said softly: "But I don't know who my father gave the clone to..."
She rested her head on Zhang Yuanqing's shoulder, "Maybe it was given to my mother, but she has also returned to the spirit realm. You know, once the spirit realm walker dies, everything in the inventory will return to the spirit realm."
Zhang Yuanqing could hear sadness and hesitation in her tone.
Can things that return to the spiritual realm be recovered?
There are many dangers in the dungeon. Can an unconscious flesh and blood clone survive in the dungeon?
the answer is negative.
"But it's good to have something to think about." She sighed. "Did you know that my mother was really a clone of Zhang Zi?" Zhang Yuanqing changed the subject.
The Master of the Killing Palace nestled in his arms and shook his head.
Also, if she knew that Chen Shu was bringing Zhang Zi's real clone, her reaction just now wouldn't be so exaggerated... Chen Shu didn't tell her, but she understood... Zhang Yuanqing tightened his arms and held this delicate body with the warm fragrance of soft jade. In arms.
Chen Shu is a scheming and resourceful woman. She also has to consider whether something might happen to the master of the Killing Palace who stayed in the country, and thus reveal her husband's doppelganger.
This is her biggest secret.
Zhang Yuanqing knows his mother too well. She is deep-minded, doesn't trust anyone, and has a hand in everyone. She looks cold on the outside but is surly and extreme on the inside...
At this time, the Master of the Killing Palace suddenly said: "I'm worried about something."
"What?" Zhang Yuanqing asked.
The Master of the Killing Palace straightened up and looked at him, "If you were the leader of the Night Rose and Zhang Zizhen died, what would you do in order to get the fragments of the Compass of Light?"
Zhang Yuanqing pondered for a few seconds and said: "I will investigate Zhang Zizhen's family at all costs. He
Relatives and friends also did not let go. "
"But Lingtuo doesn't know Zhang Zizhen's family background." The palace owner said.
"But Zhang Zi and I are really brothers. I know his circle of friends. I will try to start with those friends who have a good relationship with him, such as, for example..." Zhang Yuanqing breathed heavily: "The dog elder who was entrusted to the zoo .”
The Master of the Killing Palace gently held his hand and said softly: "Is there more?"
The tenderness coming from the catkins brought some warmth to Zhang Yuanqing's cold heart. Her voice was as gentle as a mother's whisper, soothing his emotions.
Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath: "Zhang Zizhen is the Night Wandering God. If he has an heir who happens to become a spiritual realm traveler, he will definitely be the Night Wandering God. I will pay close attention to the group of Night Wandering Gods."
"In the past fifteen years, have there been any particularly night-wandering gods that defy the heavens?"
"Yes, Demon Lord..."
"What's the end of the Demon King?"
…
Zhang Yuanqing was speechless and his face turned pale.
The fact that the Demon Lord and the Ghost Eye Judge died together has a deeper inside story, which Zhang Yuanqing has already known.
At that time, the Demon Lord was halfway to the top, and he had the artifact to restrain the Fallen Holy Grail. How could he die together with Judge Cunning Eye?
Zhang Yuanqing knew that among the people involved in this matter, there was the mysterious figure who invested in the Demon Lord. Now that he thought about it, the leader of Dark Night Rose was probably among them.
So the Demon Lord died in a high-end game involving demigods?
It was right. I was surprised before. The Demon Lord is half a supreme night wandering god, with top-notch stargazing skills. Since he has made detailed preparations, he will die anyway... But if the opponent is the leader of the Dark Night Rose, it makes sense. This demigod majored in Taiyin.
The Demon Lord probably died in Lingtuo's layout, but unfortunately he was not the person Lingtuo was looking for. After the Demon Lord, the most outstanding night wandering god is me, and I frequently go to the zoo, and I have close contact with Master Wuhen's team... …
"Yuanshi, you are being targeted, and you are probably already in the situation." The palace master said softly.
Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but hugged the palace master tightly. The world was so cold that only a warm body could keep him warm.
"Don't worry." The Master of the Killing Palace held his face and pursed his lips, saying: "Your energy is beyond your own imagination. At least you are not fighting alone, but what you have to do now is to improve your strength as soon as possible."
But I don’t drink Red Bull... Zhang Yuanqing thought while enjoying his misery.
The Master of the Killing Palace smiled and said: "So quit women and break up with Guan Ya immediately. Women will only affect the speed of your upgrade. If you are embarrassed to speak, I will speak to Guan Ya for you."
Good guy, you're waiting for me here... Zhang Yuanqing said angrily: "I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense to you."
"Stop talking about that, just give me a hug." She said softly.
The cafe was brightly lit, and the night was falling outside the street. The smooth mirror-like floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the reflection of the two embracing each other. The red dress was like fire, beautiful and peaceful.
"Teacher, I want to repent. I am a scumbag and I am not worthy of Sister Guan Ya."
Early the next morning, Zhang Yuanqing was holding his cell phone and whispering on the rooftop of the small villa.
"Did you go to bed with some woman?" Lingjun's voice was filled with laziness, as if he hadn't gotten up yet.
"That's not true, my control ability is still very strong." Zhang Yuanqing sighed and sincerely reflected: "But I am indeed attracted to other women."
"Which woman is it?"
"Not one, but two..."
"You kid..." Lingjun on the other end of the phone took a breath.
"Wait a minute. I'm going to get dressed. There's someone on the bed, so it's hard to talk."
About three minutes later, Lingjun's voice came through the loudspeaker: "I used soundproofing props in the toilet. Tsk tsk, you are different from me. I am a prodigal son. What I pursue is 'I don't care if it lasts forever, as long as I have it.' , the girls who are close to me also think so, so I can live among thousands of flowers without even touching them, and I will never let anyone down."
"You are just looking for a short-term partner."
"Vulgar!" Lingjun scolded him and continued: "If you have a crush on any girl, you won't be able to tell her apart, but you can't have a harem. You're not a demigod, so why should you? Harem."
——Currently, those who openly open harems to take in wives and concubines are the first-generation spiritual realm walker demigods.
"Stop talking nonsense, I'm a little confused." Zhang Yuanqing said.
"Useless college student." Lingjun sneered: "It's just a matter of picking your favorite."
"I love them all."
"To love everyone is to love no one."
"Hey, hey, hey, I didn't call you just to complain."
"Then tell me, what do you love about them?"
"Guan Ya has a pretty face and a good figure. She has the knowledge and vision of a rich daughter, but does not have the princess disease of a rich daughter. I am always happy and relaxed when I am with her. No matter what I do, she will support me."
"Yes, she is a good wife."
"Madoka is a little older, but she perfectly matches my views on mate selection. Every time I see her, I feel my heart flutter, and she is very affectionate to me."
"A confidante has a deep love for her and should not be let down. Where is the other one?"
"I won't talk about the other one, she always flirts with me..."
"Yuanshi," Lingjun pondered, "from a biological point of view, it is natural for men to be flirtatious, and spreading their own genes is an instinct that has evolved over tens of thousands of years. This is just like women who like to find rich men. In essence, it is Looking for a provider to provide for yourself and your children is also a natural instinct imprinted in your genes during reproduction and evolution. You don’t have to feel ashamed or guilty. Of course, something that is too realistic and real is not beautiful enough. Let’s not talk about this. ..."
He paused and spoke eloquently: "It's very simple to solve your problem. Let me ask you, do you and Guan Ya get along equally?"
"Yes!" Zhang Yuanqing responded as he should: "Of course lovers are equal."
"Since they are equal, why do you want to open a harem?" Lingjun said.
Zhang Yuanqing was stunned.
"Are the emperors and their concubines equal? In ancient times, were the great masters and their wives and concubines equal? It is precisely because of inequality that there are three palaces, six courtyards, three wives and four concubines. The provider is the superior, and the person who is dependent on the provider is the inferior. In ancient times, People recognize this rule, so the provider has a transcendent status in a family. This rule still exists today, but it has changed from an explicit rule to a hidden rule." Lingjun said: "Your future is limitless. Domination is just the beginning, maybe one day it can challenge demigods. It is irrational for a demigod to talk about equality with his spouse, and it is not in line with objective facts.
"Will my stallion father talk about equality with the concubines in the same building? Will the ancestors of the spiritual realm family talk about equality with their spouses? To say the least, will the powerful bosses in the society talk about equality with them? Does the yellow-faced woman at home talk about equality?
"The key is, no one has ever criticized their unequal behavior. Why? This is the reality. It doesn't sound good to say it, but the reality is the reality. Well, if the spouse is also a demigod, then that's a different story.
"In the future, you will become a master and a demigod. You said you wanted to have a harem, but Guan Ya refused. Believe it or not, her older but very beautiful mother was the first to jump out and suppress her."
Why do you emphasize "very old but extremely beautiful"? Zhang Yuanqing complained silently.
"You have to learn to suppress Guanya, suppress Madoka, suppress that woman of yours who doesn't want to speak out. You are the one who sits on the throne of power, and they can only sit on your lap. If they don't sit, they can only sit. On the ground." Lingjun said:
"I'm not going to talk to you about flirting techniques today. Those are all false. Reality and truth are eternal."
Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment: "I seem to understand, but I don't fully understand."
"You are a smart man. You already understand, but you are just unwilling to accept it." Lingjun said lightly: "This will take time. Is there anything else? My provider is calling me. As a lower-ranking person, I need to serve. she."
I originally wanted to discuss the blood feud between our two families... Zhang Yuanqing shook his head: "It's okay."
spirit
Jun hung up the phone.
Zhang Yuanqing returned to the bedroom silently, and the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom. It was Guan Ya taking a bath.
He was about to enter the gang instance in the morning. He opened the gang interface, entered the ID of "Brother Red Chicken", and sent an invitation.
Compared with dungeons in the spiritual realm, gang dungeons only have stage restrictions and no level restrictions.
Extraordinaries cannot team up with saints, but saints can team up with saints. In other words, level 3 can bring level 1, and level 6 can bring level 4. This is a unique feature of gangs.
But correspondingly, the difficulty of the copy will also increase.
In addition, the number of people in a gang dungeon is different from that of a normal spirit realm dungeon.
The second-level gang dungeon requires 12 members to enter, and 12 people is the upper limit of the team size.
For ordinary spiritual realm dungeons, the number of people in the camp is limited to no more than six.
"I hope Xiao Yuan and Guan Ya won't fight in the dungeon. Well, luckily I haven't flirted with Sun Miaomiao much..." Zhang Yuanqing thought of this, and suddenly his expression froze: "Ah, yes, this is what I wanted to ask Lingjun. , not some bullshit supplier theory."
Zhang Yuanqing rubbed his face and sighed softly.
After talking to the Master of the Killing Palace last night, his heart became confused.
It was not because I was seduced by the palace master, but because I was frightened by Lingtuo. I woke up this morning still a little distraught.
Although he had a slight sense of luck in his heart, his reason told him that there was definitely a chess piece called "Yuanshi Tianzun" on Lingtuo's chessboard.
I just don’t know when this chess piece will be slaughtered.
Huadu, Black Dragon Society.
In the lobby hung with gilt plaques, the fragrance of seafood porridge fills the air with the steaming mist.
An old man and a young man sat around an antique round table drinking porridge.
The young man was wearing flip-flops, a T-shirt and big pants. He had ordinary features and height. He was holding a porcelain bowl and making a sizzling sound.
The old man was wearing black training clothes, with sparse gray hair, and was dressed like a celebrity in a kung fu movie.
Both of them were fire masters, with average height and average facial features, so the gossip that Brother Hongji was the illegitimate son of Elder Jiangbao had been circulating in the Huadu branch.
In terms of age, Elder Jiangbao can be Brother Hongji's grandfather, and he indeed treats Brother Hongji as a grandson, no, more than his own grandson.
Brother Hongji's father used to be Elder Jiangbao's confidant, and he protected him from knives.
Elder Jiangbao took Brother Hongji with him and trained him. When Brother Hongji grew up, his temper became more and more like Elder Jiangbao, and then he became a fire master.
Elder Jiangbao was very satisfied with the young man he had trained with his own hands. The only thing he was dissatisfied with was that this fire master was not very smart and dropped out of school after finishing junior high school.
Although I have studied in junior high school, my true cultural level is the highest in the first grade of junior high school.
Elder Jiangbao himself doesn't like reading and feels that reading is useless, but when it comes to his younger generations, he still hopes that they can become educated people.
"How's the club's income lately?" Elder Jiangbao said in a majestic tone.
"Thank you for the project, grandpa," Brother Red Rooster grinned, "Damn, it's really cool."
Elder Jiangbao slapped him in the face and said, "You have to stop fucking with me all day long. How can you travel all over the world with just one word of crap? It's embarrassing to take things that you can't carry out."
Brother Red Rooster admitted his mistake after being beaten, "I understand, Master, I will pay attention to it in the future. Please ask again."
"How's the club's income lately?"
Elder Jiangbao really loves this unrelated grandson.
Brother Hongji slapped his thigh: "It must be good, it's like the income of nightclub girls - it's increasing day by day."
"..."
Elder Jiangbao slapped him and knocked him under the table.
"Both of my grandsons are from Tsinghua University and Peking University. Why are you so incompetent?"
"Maybe it's because you didn't bring them up?"
"I will kill you today"
"Stop talking about anything else, Grandpa, Yuanshi Tianzun invited me to join his gang."
PS: Correct typos first and then correct them.
