Ling Hu's visit this time was certainly not as simple as inviting her to dinner.
With Ling Xiao by Hu Huan's side, the probability of success in the magic of fetishism has greatly increased. Everyone in the Demon Ling family wants to know if others can do it too.
Although Ling Hu tried it and couldn't do it herself, she still wanted Ling Su and Ling Lingling to give it a try.
These two juniors, among the new generation of the Ling family, rank higher than Ling Xiao and are considered one of the most outstanding ones. Especially Ling Lingling, the youngest, is already a second-level professional. Almost all the Ling family members
Everyone is optimistic that she can advance to the third level.
If Ling Su and Ling Lingling were by Hu Huan's side, it would also increase the chance of creating a God of Things card. There were voices within the Demon Ling family who would rather abandon the family's apparent wealth in order to get Hu Huan's hand.
No matter how high the probability of Ling Xiao's ability to create a God of Fetish Card is increased, after all, he is only a first-level professional and cannot create high-level God of Fetish Cards at all.
It could only improve Ling Xiao's magical skills. The Demon Ling family weighed the pros and cons and didn't feel the need to pressure the family.
But if the other Ling family members can also improve their physical skills by Hu Huan's side, the Demonic Ling family can cultivate high-level professionals, surpassing all transnational organizations, and the apparent loss of wealth will be nothing at all.
Although Hu Huan still had some sequelae after his memory returned, his accumulated wisdom of more than 700 years allowed him to understand Ling Hu's thoughts clearly.
After all, if you really want to compare, he is a vixen, and he is a very male vixen.
There is no one in this world worthy of playing chat with him.
Ling Hu achieved her goal and left with a smile. She left the Modern Literature Museum and got into a Maybach.
Ling Su and Ling Lingling in the car were looking forward to it. When Ling Hu saw the two juniors, he smiled, shook his head and said, "Little aunt can't do it, maybe she's too old."
"It's up to you two to watch at lunchtime."
Ling Lingling couldn't help but said: "They are all practicing fetish skills, why can't my little aunt do it?"
"Cousin Ling Xiao is far inferior to my little aunt in terms of attainments in the art of fetishism."
Ling Hu smiled slightly and said: "Originally, only the ancestors of our Ling family, my eldest brother, and the three leaders of the Demon Organization know how to refine the God Card."
"Little aunt was never meant to be!"
Being able to create fetish cards, mastering a cornucopia, and acquiring wealth that rivals other countries is just child's play. Being able to cultivate a group of loyal professional subordinates is what everyone in the extraordinary world dreams of.
Although Ling Hu's family status is extremely high, she can never compare to her eldest brother, and there are even several elders from the family before her.
However, this attempt made Ling Hu extinguish her newly ignited thoughts, and the eldest princess of the Demonic Ling family suddenly became lazy.
Ling Su and Ling Lingling were both thinking about the lunch at noon, but the space in the car was completely silent.
At this moment, Ling Xiao was tripped up by someone sent by his family.
There is definitely no way to explain this kind of thing to Ling Xiao, and the family can only use it. You are in more danger now, and you need someone to protect you. Only after the family and the Qianlong Army have joined forces to clean up the stinky fish and shrimps in the capital can we let you go.
Get out, this crude excuse.
Ling Xiao couldn't argue. After all, Hu Huan and she had both encountered assassinations. Although Hu Huan was the main assassin, she could only wait for the results of the family's actions in a safe place arranged by the family.
Ling Hu didn't know that there were several waves of mysterious figures sneaking into the hotel she booked. Before Hu Huan left get out of class, at least twenty signals were sent out in the private rooms of the hotel, and they landed separately. on different monitors’ devices.
It was rough, and the installation was all surveillance. The technology of this era was complicated, and the only wireless surveillance was bugs. There were only two organizations with deep pockets. They pulled the cables and could see the picture in real time. One of them could not synchronize the sound.
Some of the more advanced ones use supernatural powers or spells. They have at least seven water mirrors that light up in different rooms near the hotel. The effect is much stronger than technological creations.
Hu Huan didn't see Ling Xiao in the morning, but he had seen Ling Hu in the morning, so he didn't worry much about this sister. With the help of the demon Ling family, he could protect his family no matter what.
What's more, a few days ago, Hu Huan was in a daze and couldn't figure it out. Now that he has restored all his memories and returned with more than 700 years of wisdom, how can he still not figure it out?
The Heavenly Demon Ling family and the Heavenly Demon Organization were already able to create fetish cards. Even if Ling Xiao was killed, there were still other people who were proficient in the fetish art. The key point was Hu Huan himself.
There are many people who are proficient in the art of fetishism, but the only one who can increase the power and probability of the art of fetishism is Hu Huan, so killing him is the only way to avoid future troubles.
Therefore, in the two assassinations that Hu Huan suffered, almost all the killers sent by transnational organizations were targeted at him, and no one was targeting Ling Xiao at all.
Although Hu Huan had not thought that the Ling family would kidnap Ling Xiao due to lack of information to add some interest between herself and Ling Xiao, she was not worried about this good sister.
After obediently finishing the class, Hu Huan refused to go to the cafeteria with the seventh squad leader. He left the Modern Literature Museum alone, walked to the car and walked to the agreed-upon hotel.
The moment Hu Huan stepped into the hotel, there were several men in black next to the private room reserved by Ling Hu, laying out various materials. A very elegant old man was stroking his long beard and waiting patiently.
When Hu Huan sat down, he put all the materials into the copper pot in front of him one by one according to the rules.
A few minutes later, he reached into the copper pot, but he squeezed out a handful of black water. He sighed regretfully and asked his men to pour out the black water in the copper pot and replace the materials.
On the seventh time, the old man reached out and took out a shining silver card from the copper pot, but he didn't look happy. He put the card aside and continued to repeat the experiment.
In front of the old man, all the ten materials prepared were used up, and the people in black beside him didn't look too good.
The old man pondered for a moment, clapped his hands, and someone else prepared ten more materials.
This time, the old man didn't synthesize a single card.
The old man sighed and said quietly: "It seems that I have no resonance with this little brother Hu Huan. Only the little girl from the Ling family can have a special reaction with him."
Someone immediately asked: "Snit, what should we do?"
The old man smiled and said: "I can't do it, and neither can anyone else. We, the Demon Organization, should withdraw from this muddy water. We don't want this Holy Son anymore."
"Only that girl from the Ling family has a private amplifier, but it's actually of little use."
The old man stood up and left the private room. The men in black quickly packed up the things in the room and left quietly one after another without disturbing anyone.