Mostima said quietly to the man beside him: "Old Zhou Yuan is only willing to sell me half of his face. This matter can be dropped, but he cannot give your son back."
A man with a bitter look on his face also said quietly: "He still looks down on people so much."
Mastima chuckled and said: "This son is gone if he is gone. Anyway, his refining failed. Even if you rescue him and his soul is mixed, he will not be the same one. Why be so stubborn."
The man with a bitter look on his face did not speak. He was silent for a long time before he said: "I decided to quit the Soul Sect and go to China in person."
Mastema glanced at this old friend playfully. When the Soul Sect was established, the two of them were partners in conquering the world. He also found it incredible what happened this time. This old friend was not just a son. How could he
Would you attach so much importance to this practice that it would be abolished?
Mostima was not interested in exploring the background of this old friend and said: "Once you leave, you may not be able to come back."
The man with a bitter look on his face replied: "Then I'll leave and never come back."
After his old partner left, Mostima made another call to Zhou Qiusheng. After making this call, he stood alone by the window and watched the bitter-smelling man get into the helicopter.
I couldn't help but smile and said to myself: "I also want to go to China."
Zhou Qiusheng put down Mostima's phone and asked, "There's something weird about that nightmare named Juju, so you insist on staying?"
Hu Huan hesitated and said, "I just think it's unfair. That little girl is a bit pitiful."
Zhou Qiusheng shook his head and said: "It has become a nightmare, and it is no longer the same kind as us."
"Although they retained everything they had during their lifetime, they did not retain human customs."
"Let's send her on her way as soon as possible."
Hu Huan sighed. He was also one of the participants in creating the Netherworld Law. How could he not know that the Netherworld Law is irreversible?
The original design was to preserve life, and when the golden age of cultivation comes, the form can be reversed, the human body can be restored, and the path of cultivation can be resumed. But in fact, once one becomes a nightmare, he can never go back, and he cannot become a monster again.
Humanity.
Even the current Soul Sect has not been able to master the method of restoring the human body.
If they had, the current Soul Sect would no longer be like this.
Hu Huan decided not to think about this problem. Even though he was extremely intelligent, he had still encountered countless things that he couldn't figure out in his long life of more than 700 years.
Compared to those who can't figure it out and insist on wasting their time, Hu Huan is more willing to do something that he can figure out.
Zhou Qiusheng rearranged the banquet. Of course Hexel and Su Susu couldn't eat anymore, but Hu Huan could still eat some with Ling Xiao.
As a thug and possessing the power of gluttony, Hu Huan could not be bothered by just one or two meals.
The group of people just missed class all day. In the afternoon, Zhou Qiusheng said to Hu Huan: "Old friend, I'm going back now. Please let my secretary handle some finishing matters."
He stood up and walked away in such a cool manner without saying goodbye.
Hu Huan watched Zhou Qiusheng leave, leisurely, as if he had returned to more than a hundred years ago. At that time, countless people with lofty ideals, in order to save the practice and save the world of practitioners, came out of their secluded places in the mountains and forests, traveled to various countries, and met constantly.
Various friends discussed their own secret methods of cultivation and exchanged their analysis of the original mechanism of heaven and earth, which was also called the source power at that time.
Everyone came in a hurry, brought their own knowledge and wisdom, and after a discussion, left in a hurry to share their gains with more people.
There were no modern communication tools at that time, and various application methods of classical methods could no longer be used.
Practitioners all over the world can only rely on their feet, their brains, and their mouths to share their experiences, knowledge, insights, understandings, conjectures, and even attempts with others one by one, and get more from others.
Much harvest.
Back then, Hu Huan spent almost every day traveling. Every day he was either on his way to attend a seminar on the practice of spiritual practice, or on his way to talk at a conference on the creation of a new method.
It was a tragic and glorious day.
Everyone doesn’t know where the future of spiritual practice is and when their life span will end.
But it is also a day full of life. Everyone is striving for a common goal. There are no disputes. The disputes are all in the seminar. There are no differences. The differences are all in the choice of the way forward.
Every practitioner is like an old friend.
Hu Huan traveled all over the world, to more than a hundred countries and thousands of cities. In almost every country and every city, there were people who were willing to get close to everyone and entertain distant friends with the most wonderful food and the most comfortable environment.
kind-hearted people.
Hu Huan could even go straight from Europe to the Americas, and then to Asia without bringing a penny with him.
What is money?
What is matter?
None of it is important. What is important is our future path.
Hu Huan sighed. Although he was in a trance just now, it seemed that he had returned to that era. After the friends got together, they exchanged their findings and then separated, each starting another journey to find more answers.
But he also knew that this was really an illusion.
Although they have looked for countless ways, they have not been able to find the answer. The real answer is to wait for the recovery of vitality and the surge of spiritual energy.
Now all the dedication and efforts made back then have turned into results.
It's a pity that most of the old guys are gone.
Those who enjoy the final results are almost not Hu Huan's old friends, but the newcomers.
To him, almost all practitioners and professionals are newcomers.
Zhou Qiusheng's female secretary took the time to change into professional attire and wash herself a little. She just didn't have time to put on makeup and just traced her eyebrows a little.
This kind of light makeup actually makes her more elegant.
It's just that this female secretary is still timid. She was almost killed twice today.
After Zhou Qiusheng left, she took a document and said to Hu Huan: "The boss asked me to acquire a company. He holds 80% of the shares and you hold 20%. The legal representative is Miss Hexel, Su Susu
I made the decision without permission and made it the assistant to the president."
"These documents will become effective after you sign them."
The female secretary is really envious. Hu Huan and his boss can easily obtain 20% of a company's shares just because they are netizens. This is a huge amount of assets.
Moreover, according to Zhou Qiusheng's arrangement, a batch of spiritual objects compensated by the Soul Sect will also be sent to Beijing and become one of the company's properties.
Although the female secretary is an ordinary person, she knows the world of professionals. After all, she is working for Zhou Qiusheng. How could she know nothing about the extraordinary world?
Hu Huan didn't say much, signed his name casually, and said to her: "Help me take the bronze box in the corner to the Museum of Modern Literature."
After saying these words, he stood up and said to Ling Xiao and Su Susu: "Let's go back."
As for Hexel, Hu Huan ignored it at all.
Although the other party is a top level three professional, as my husband of more than seven hundred years, the fox, level three...
Sooner or later he will do the same, and he will even surpass it.
When Zhou Qiusheng goes out, Hu Huan will not take action against Hexel, but to say that he has any affection for this gray-eyed beauty is nonsense.
We have never had a meal together, how can we have a good impression?
In Hu Huan's eyes, someone else's invitation does not count as having a meal together.
What's more, this time, although it was arranged by Zhou Qiusheng, Hexel still owed him a meal if it was considered a treat.
Seeing Hu Huan about to leave, Hexel summoned up the courage to stop him and said, "Those spiritual objects are very important to me, can you return them to me?"
"I am now considered an employee of yours. With these spiritual objects, I will definitely be able to work more efficiently."
Hu Huan smiled slightly and threw the three spiritual objects over. When he passed by Hexel, he said lightly: "You have to thank Qiu Sheng."
Hexel was quite angry and thought to himself: "If I hadn't met Zhou Qiusheng, how could I have behaved like a first-level thug like you?"
But Hexel didn't know that Hu Huan would never let her go without Zhou Qiusheng. This husband fox actually held a grudge.
Hu Huan took two girls and swaggered back to the Museum of Modern Literature. He stayed at Zhou Qiusheng's place for the whole day, and it was already evening when he came back.
But the moment he stepped into the hall, he felt a tense atmosphere, because the yard, which was usually empty except for the students, was already filled with several military vehicles and hundreds of soldiers waiting in formation.
As soon as Hu Huan appeared, Linghuyin also appeared, stopped the soldiers who came to check, and said to Hu Huan: "Follow me."
Hu Huan also knew that it would be impossible for him to make such a big noise, and it would be impossible to easily pass the test. The fallacies of netizens could deceive ordinary people, but... some forces can check the entire network.
Whether he communicated with Zhou Qiusheng on the Internet or not was impossible to hide from the technical staff of the relevant departments.
"How can this be done?"
"I talk nonsense all day long, and I'm very tired!"
"I want to live a simpler life."
With a tangled look on his face, Hu Hua was taken to a small conference room by Linghuyin. Although it was a small conference room, it was two to three hundred square meters, enough for twenty or thirty people to hold a meeting together.
Waiting for him in the conference room was Yan Lingse and a group of people in military uniforms.
When Yan Lingse saw Hu Huan, she said with dignity like a head teacher: "Tell me about what happened with Zhou Qiusheng."
Hu Huan coughed lightly and said: "He didn't let me say it, saying that... if I said anything casually, he would kill a few people immediately."
When Hu Huan said this, his face did not change, and he did not breathe heavily. He really felt that he should not be called Hu Huan, but should be called Hu Huan!
But there was nothing he could do. He didn't know what to say except nonsense.
Could it be that he is a seven-hundred-year-old fox, and now that he has been reincarnated, he will use hundreds of years of cunning wisdom to climb to the top of the world again?
If these truths are told, I am afraid that these people will mistakenly think that he is crazy. It is easier for people to believe and more logical than lying.
Hu Huan's words are really powerful.
I originally wanted to cross-examine Zhou Qiusheng and Hu Huan about their relationship and what they said. I even drafted a meeting minutes of at least 80,000 words to cross-examine this young classmate Haosheng carefully. The bottom falls off.
But there was no such word in all of them, and it was completely wiped out.
Who is Zhou Qiusheng?
Equivalent to the fifth level, not to be provoked, cruel and violent, the abyss is as deep as the sea.
According to the latest news, Tipu Misi, one of the twelve new Dharma Kings of the Soul Sect, broke into Zhou Qiusheng's company and failed to come out.
The most arrogant and domineering thing was that Zhou Qiusheng's female secretary took the initiative to call and inform the Soul Sect that we were the ones who killed him.
This matter...
The Qianlong Army simply can't do it.
It's really too noisy.
Moreover, according to the communication monitoring of the Soul Sect by the relevant departments, the headquarters of the Soul Sect learned the news and gave feedback instructions to the people in the Beijing office to eat whatever they want to eat quickly and to do whatever they want to do quickly. If you have an unfulfilled wish, take some time to do it.
It’s best to live while you’re still alive and fresh…
Write your will first.
Zhou Qiusheng's fierce power can be seen from this.
Although there are three fourth-level Qianlong Army, they never want to offend such a big boss, especially this big boss. He just came to China, had a meal with Hu Huan, and inexplicably opened a company, just pat him on the back. Ass back to the United States.
They didn't do anything, but they insisted on causing trouble and forced them to randomly kill someone.
Isn't there something wrong with someone's brain?
What's more, Zhou Qiusheng is a mathematician. He said random killing means random killing. It doesn't necessarily mean who will be killed.
No one is sure whether Zhou Qiusheng will attack them, but almost everyone is sure that if Zhou Qiusheng attacks them, they will definitely be dead and no one will survive.
Tipu Misi, one of the new twelve Dharma Kings of the Soul Sect!
This is a lesson learned from the past.
This newly promoted Dharma King is unparalleled in his ferocious power in South America, and he often even acts alone against an entire professional force.
With the third-level evil spirit and countless supernatural powers, he has never failed since his debut.
Even Yan Lingse, who is in the fourth level, does not dare to say whether he can win against this newly promoted Dharma King. Among professionals, there is a level crushing, but battles in which the inferior defeats the superior also often occur.
But just such a person disappeared immediately.
Zhou Qiusheng even asked his secretary to call and tell the Soul Sect that I was the one who killed him. Do you dare to come here?
The performance of the Soul Sect is that I don’t dare, I’m a coward!
A group of people looked around for a while, but Yan Ling still said in a low voice: "Then let alone Zhou Qiusheng, why did you and Hexel have a conflict?"
Hu Huan then remembered that he had such a thing.
He originally thought that if the superiors knew about this kind of thing, they would cover it up for him, just like when he killed the Stark Group's combat team.
When asked, what is the relationship with Hexel?
Hu Huan smiled awkwardly and said: "She is from Zhou Qiusheng. I don't know her, so there was a misunderstanding."
This answer can be said to be flawless and watertight.
Because if you check it now, you will definitely find that the legal representative and president of Zhou Qiusheng's newly established company is Hexel, the former executive officer of Hongri Group.
As for Zhou Qiusheng and Hongri Group, what is their relationship?
Hu Huan didn't want to explain such a messed up thing. Anyway, he said he didn't know, and no one could know that he knew!
Whether studying these messy relationships will cause a professional researcher to lose his hair and become bald is none of his business.
Yan Lingse suddenly felt that there was nothing left to ask.
At this time, a middle-aged officer next to him smiled and said, "Classmate Hu Huan, you graduated from Special Class 25, have you considered moving on?"
Hu Huan asked in surprise: "Don't you want to go back to your original unit?"
The middle-aged officer smiled and said: "How is it possible? Your original unit no longer has files. You will be secretly shot after graduation. Of course you can't go back."
"As a child of a revolutionary family called Shangluo, I believe you will still choose to join the army."
"We have issued you a recruitment document. You are still joining the Hidden Dragon Army."
Hu Huan looked shocked and asked, "Can't I go to school?"
Next to the middle-aged officer, a man with a cold face who looked like a teacher said: "Our Central Research Institute will issue you a document that allows you to join the army without delaying your studies. You can choose any junior high school in the capital, as well as high school.
It’s a recommendation, but you have to apply for admission to one of our affiliated colleges.”
Hu Huan hesitated for a moment and thought to himself: "This is not bad."
It's not that he is obsessed with studying, but he doesn't want to break away from ordinary people's lives.
This life is relatively easy.
The people in the conference room obviously had a tacit understanding and had a plan to deal with him.
But no one expected that Hu Huan was so gentle and didn't make any request except to continue studying.
Several military uniforms spoke one after another, asked some daily questions, and then all stood up and left. In the end, only Yan Lingse, Hu Huan, and Ling Xiao and Su Susu were left in the conference room, who had no chance to speak.
Yan Lingse sighed and said: "Ling Xiao's situation is special, but Su Susu, you should also be transferred from your original unit and transferred to Beijing."
Su Susu was overjoyed and moved from the local area to the capital. This was a great thing.
She glanced at Hu Huan and understood that this was the "blessing" she got from inviting him to dinner.
If she had not taken the initiative to swipe the meal card for Hu Huan that day, Hu Huan would not have invited her to dinner, and there would have been no chance of contacting Zhou Qiusheng.
As someone who had contact with Zhou Qiusheng, Su Susu's status was directly raised.
The meaning above is very simple. When meeting Zhou Qiusheng in the future, it is much safer to let Su Susu, who has had dinner with him, deal with him than a stranger.
Su Susu is now considered a special professional.
When Hu Huan saw Yan Ling's look, he seemed to have nothing to say and hurriedly said goodbye to the head teacher.
Yan Lingse did not persuade him to stay, but told him not to miss school tomorrow and that he should go to school well.
Ling Xiao is not with Hu Huan. She ran away from the family's residence. Now the family doesn't know how to worry, so they can only go back first.
Although Su Susu wanted to say something to Hu Huan, seeing that Hu Huan's face was in a bad mood and he didn't want to talk, Mingzhi didn't say anything and just said good night to him.
Hu Huan returned to his dormitory and lay down on the bed.
Although I enjoyed meeting my old friends today, I am too tired from having to deal with all kinds of questioning.
Hu Huan felt that his identity could not be hidden for long.
After all, there are too many flaws.
He tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. He wanted to enter the Small Snail Cave Heaven first, but he didn't know what to do once he got in.
Hu Huan finally closed his eyes, recalled the long-lost Xuantian Transformation Technique from his memory, recited it silently, and began to try to refine Qi for the first time since his reincarnation.
Although the vitality is recovering, the vitality of this world is still extremely weak, and it is not as good as when Hu Huan came down the mountain.
Especially in this era, the vitality has been revived and the spiritual power is more surging. The spiritual power, which is ten times more abundant than the vitality, interferes with the practice all the time.
The only good thing is that hundreds of years ago, Hu Huan was helpless in the face of this situation. He often even inhaled too much spiritual energy, causing physical distortion, and had to work hard to repair it.
But now he is not only proficient in the classical method, but also a master of the new method. He can return Luo to Rome, Caesar to Caesar, control the vitality with the Xuantian Transformation Technique, and absorb the spiritual power with the Original Void Method, and send it into the ring of virtual fire.
Before I knew it, the night passed.
Hu Huan opened his eyes and waited for a while. He was a little frustrated when Ling Xiao didn't knock on the door to deliver breakfast. He didn't want to go to the cafeteria anymore, so he simply waited until class time before going downstairs.
But after going downstairs, Hu Huan found that there was no classmate at all. He was confused for a while and then went to find the seventh squad leader.
Xiao Jianseng was dressing up, obviously getting ready to go out.
When Hu Huan saw Xiao Jianseng, he looked like he was not going to school today. He couldn't help but said in surprise: "Seventh squad leader, you actually want to skip class today?"
When Xiao Jianseng saw Hu Huan, he also had a strange look on his face. When he heard these words, he couldn't help shouting: "Today is Sunday!"
"Classmate Hu Huan, you usually don't go to class, and you skip class more frequently than anyone else. Why do you want to go to class today, even though it's Sunday?"
"What kind of style do you have?"
Hu Huan then remembered that today was the eighteenth day he reported to Special Class 25. Today was March 15th, Sunday, and there was indeed no class.
Yesterday, Yan Lingse was obviously in a daze and actually reminded him not to skip class. This shows how much pressure the class teacher was put on by this student.
Hu Huan asked sarcastically: "Brother Xiao, where are you going?"
Xiao Jianseng replied without thinking: "I'm going shopping with Li Xinluo and Su Qiang."
Hu Huan asked: "Take me with you?"
Xiao Jianseng laughed and said, "If you want to treat me, I will take you there."
Hu Huan said without hesitation: "That's definitely no problem. I'll choose the best restaurant for everyone."
Seeing Hu Huan's willingness to agree, Xiao Jianseng became confused and thought to himself: "What's wrong with Xiao Hu today? He actually wants to treat guests? Has the sun come out from the north? Or is this shitty world going to be destroyed by toads?"
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Hu Huan secretly thought: "Which hotel did the Hongri Group come from?"
"If you just pick anyone up to pay the bill, it should be their blessing!"